He undressed her with his words.
She surrendered to the touch which awakened desires.
His lips caressed a poetry on her curves.
Raw passion flamed bright in a room dimly lit.
Pleasure rushed through the veins like fire.
Her inhibitions died happy with their toes curled.
She cried joy, as her kohl was ruined in ecstasy, beautifully !
She: I saw a “Beautiful Dream” last night.
Me: Were there too many mirrors in your room?
Yielding to her emotions she started to wither, she embraced me. Tears holding the promise of future started to drain down her cheeks. Each drop of it weighing more than the love one could ever contain. The shining beads of salty water had a silver lining of its own.
Excellent illustration on hypocrisy of humans by Cinismo Ilustrado.
I am free, no matter what rules surround me.
If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them. If I find them too obnoxious, I break them.
I am free, because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do!
-Robert A. Heinlein (The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress).
Google’s Doodle showing support for the LGBT Olympians at Sochi Winter Olympics.
First you do it out-of-curiosity. If you like it, you do some more. You start doing it quite often because it is addictive like love. Then you compulsively do it for extracting praises or some pity admiration from friends and acquaintances. Finally you decide to willingly do it for money.
Writing is so much like Prostitution.
Be it writing or Sex, the more unashamed, the better it is.
The lazy tide rolled in like a snail smoking weed.
Much to the amusement of the crooked trees that waved a leafy wave and poked fun at the salty breeze that giggled back.
Even the fish, little flashes of iridescent rainbows, smiled.
Seduced by a psychedelic sun that teased and tickled its way across the laughing orange carpet that was the sea.
Sparkles.
Little diamond fragments shone form wet green fingertips.
And still the rain fell.
While she collapsed under the crumpled sheets.
Wet and wetter.
He on his back, exhausted and smiling.
Another afternoon in bed.
Well spent.
-Michael Faudet
║ Celebrate togetherness, not just Diya and Diwali,
║ Wish for values, instead of more wealth and opulence.
║ Illuminate the darken, donate to less fortunate ones,
║ Care and share with society, not just community.
║ Burst egos, not just crackers,
║ Worship humanity, not deity.
║ Work towards ethics and equality, beside wealth and status.
║ Spread Joy!
Some frozen moments and a piece of broken mirror,
His teary eyes reflected her very clear.
All those memories, had now long gone,
Like a quiet night from dusk to dawn.
When he was lost, she had showed him the way,
And that one eternal instance, when he had nothing to say.
It was a pain to accept, but things have gradually changed,
He tried to remind her of that cherished December rain,
In the storm of adversaries, she was his only hope,
But she wanted to be wicked, to shut all open doors.
He expected some kindness, she didn’t care to offer,
He felt like cursed, destined to Suffer.
He gave-up on his future and abandoned their shared dreams.
He realized there was no one, to hear his silent screams.
What was her reason, he wished he could know,
The killing pain within, should stop to grow.
He finally took the blame, for that one sweet sin,
Knowing that was required, to make her win.
He lived without her, with all the courage he could gather,
Sometimes questions himself, doesn’t it even matter.
He looked back, it appeared like ages,
In the meantime, he wrote poems to fill some empty pages.
In his words, she was earlier living,
Those words are now, devoid of life and its meaning.
He still misses the time they had together spent,
He still recalls that moment, when he had finally said:
Just live with me, live with me for years,
Live with me for the laughter, live with me for the tears.
Be mine, let’s live for today,
Who knows tomorrow the destiny will separate us away.
My 14 year old cousin (Sahas) to me: Nahi nahi bhaiya, I don’t hate school, I actually hate waking up so early in the morning, that frustrated teacher who punish me for silly reasons, the homework, exams in every 2 months and surprise tests the most. Still, I don’t hate school.
And I realized, as kids we were same, in fact very same.
We never grow old for sharing stories about our school days, particularly when school friends meet. We loved the place called school for our own special reasons. And we still do the same in our own special ways.
Some part of us still belongs to those benches we sat on, we continue to live silently in those nonsensical chatter of classrooms (which we claimed to be ours), playground and morning assemblies. School, where life was 6 crazy hours of pure joy, unconditional friendships, childhood crushes, fun, play, and learning at the last. The recess when used to sit together to share tiffins, and surely there was one friend whose mom cooked more delicious food than ours. Some teachers we would never forget.
During school days, our lives were simple and we were innocent. Until time decided to introduce us to the complexities of demanding adulthood only to make our lives miserable.
At some stage in our School days, we had a time of our Life. Here are few memories that I can recall. Many of you will relate to it. And if you’re one of those who were not exactly referred to as a good student then you would relate to most of it.
And that moment when we finally stepped out of our school for the last time and we knew, our world wouldn’t be same anymore.
P.S. The idea for the above piece came from the conversation I had with my cousin on his birthday. This write-up was initially posted on Facebook, here.
