Turmoil Of Fiend

"... being lost in the turmoil of memories, again;
don’t ev’n know how to fathom sanity of pain
Every single time it arriving to my wondrous heart,
i realizing how fast ev’n the world gone changed

My words ain't so necessary to be heard
so i ain't push you to give a damn ‘bout
Once i used to live life
however, today, seemingly, i seeing everything with re-doubt

Everything loomed corrupt xcross the dread-world
Nothing left sane to be believed in
It’s true, every time i tryna step ahead,
Ev’n my own shadow seems to be sleeping on me with grin

I lost my faith & my faith’d lost me,
"Love has substantially no language . . . 
with which you might be communicated"

Love be one hunger - the desperation;
dirty obsession of dangerously blown seduction
that has people indulged with wicked sin,
Ha! Once i’d past my past; all strips of squirt-ed life,
but today, i again go floated ov'r the buoyancy - lost in the turmoil of fiend, confined.

***

Lover Of Night

The wrinkles of puckered bed-sheet

speaking the truth we never told . . . 

Furrowed lace of curtains, i see,

 displaying things we hardly controlled

My heart can nev'r be sold out . . .

not ev’n in the auction of love

Whether it’s silver or the color of very gold,

i'll keep you all of the things, damn above 

Jobs ain’t so indispensable to me, but your prospective love is

I may resign numerous jobs for you,

if it ain’t allow me lovin’ you whenever i want to . . .

Whatever obstacles coming by my way . . .

will get eroded by my love

& ‘tis’s the pragmatism of lovelife - the life . . .

that i’ve already relinquished...

to the bottom of your pappy-flabby, quaggy-swaggy feet, thereof. 

***

To real man, In todays economy, the texture of job is one unbearable barrier in twix of lovelife. Both the person at job & a man with discipline can nevr be the one a woman expects him to be. He can't evn spend much time with her, no matter whether how badly he wants to so, today, on 'tis Xmas eve, i portray something chromatic that has its own iridescent perceptive blown through the meanderings of love.

A man chooses to be a writer cos... only a man with pen & great sensations of thoughts can be what he & his love of life want him to be - The Lover Of Night.

Flawless Scars

The addiction to love... is like jealousy or hate

The more you indulge it inside,

More it takes you beyond medicate 

__________*~*~*_________

The pleasure of night... is one obsession with mate

More you play the game -

To & forth - more it pleases you to have yourself, in the end, betrayed

__________*~*~*_________

The love’s like season... that’s found in every brume, in haze

One night stand could be its reason - 

The reason youths wandering ov’r an every exotic slate

__________*~*~*_________

Love’s no betrayal... but one traitor to hearts, it is, I say

Either you escape its misery of love in veil

Or goddamn hid behind its draped lace,

Your heart goes hurt & will always be hurting you as long as the life ain’t meet death

__________*~*~*_________

Ye - the addiction to love ...

is like one “need” - the destiny - a fate, you goddamn feed damn chase

Whether you “win” it; “earn” it” or do it goddamn “purchase”,

Love’s simplistically love that you make over the night, & with morn, put it away...

It’s not your fault. You show what you’re capable of.. so just.. doin’ your job so is your heart

___________________________*~*~*_________________________

Love’s no rummy, no card

but you make it the one that’s ev’n, how funny, already torn you goddamn apart

Bloody flawless scars - in love, you goddamn love beautiful stupid wicked flaws.

____________________________________*~*~*___________________________________

© 2015 Shivam

Wisp

With a slight moan - breathless groan - across sweated necks...
.. & a whisk of heart with a wisp in very eyes,
Spirits get numbed; turned to one; the breaths hummed,
Under the tenancy of vulnerable night - The Night Of amicable Lies! 

~ Winter Wind ~

Subtitle: She's one winter wind that I long to have her whole breathed in.

You - one winter wind, 
I drink you without water &, you shudder me complete alike mint.
***
Lo & behold, miss bold, dusk brings me one wry off eve,
when am sipping large enlarged cups of tea with coffee...
& pouring you gently down in an every page of my engrossed diary
You be one winter wave, I sorta love havin' you deep breathed in
Your touch ‘pon my face alike one atmospheric kiss...
along its participation... shudder an every beat of my heart, Italian-ic
The more I tryna hold you tight for 30-seconds, in tight fist,
more fastly you slip down alike morning fog - The Shrilled Mist
I see how dusk goes turned to night &..
                                  ... gets hooked up with its silence, in few minutes
but you - The Evergreen Thing - ain’t stop humming around my life..
neither step back not to turn me on every single moment am having you whole breathed in.
***
You - one winter wind, 
I drink you without water &, you shudder me complete alike mint.

© 2015 Shivam

Gone Wisp

Who cares of bed of roses, if naked floor’s enough to have us twitched, swiftly
Who cares of goddamn beer or wine, if your lips be enough to get me a glass of drink, softly
One Drink, in which I swim, you sink, we swing ...
Whatever morrow brings to us - to you, to me
every day & 'neath doped night, we know will be saturatin’  love to the pond of swan-sea
I love you, it’s not so necessary sayin’..
One couple, two hearts, under the roof so naked, one spirit
This’s no mimic neither has it ev’r been...
You invade my heart, my mind, my breath just like a fleck - one flicker of gone wisp...
& I wake up ... & see you, you pretty coying,
Look, the love has brought us anew religion - the romanticism's what now we gotta worship.

© 2015 Adams

X-Anthem

Others aspire me, I inspire “others”
               ------ but who inspire “us” first - you mothers
Am gon’ talk ‘bout your daughters
Who be very kinky; have us men damn smothered
I labeled ‘em way-way hotter, super models
So, aggressively...
                                .... do prop‘em in the castle of loves
& as expected, they name me one smoker - real groper
I assertively get my tool harder & plugged in their raw Socker!
“Sorry mothers, "You & your damn daughters 
.. have us men at your mercy,” that’s what not me but Jacob reviewed
to one of my writes, so pervert - “Heart Squirts-II" - the love slaughters.

© 2015 Shivam

Ps. Jacob's one of my online friend - a writer across the web has reviewed one of my writes, as always, called "Heart Squirts-II" and his review was:

Jacob:
"yes, like mothers, the daughters have us at their mercy---we condemn them all we want, but we want them all the more."

I didn't have any intention to use his lines in one of my latest work, but you know, sometimes, you ain't know, what's your next call so yeah .. like always, as usual, I was just getting strewn ov'r the sheets with some words and suddenly, his review hit in my head and in the brace of shakes, I nailed it!

Here's a link to reach "Heart Squirts-II"
Direct link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/heart-squirts-ii.html

Modern Misfit ~ One Scribble

Subtitle: Scribbler writes one "complex" scribble - one knot - the crosswords of laced-mazed-words.

All things gone turned peeled-pale. Time gone-lost & palpably changed
I see, old dust in manifested-land with cold footprints on damn wet sand
Mew, memories crossed my sign & knocked out my goddamn mind
& I gone blown by cold winds along damn shore-line (...to the sea)
(Listening to "The Beatles")
I read 60's. NO! 70's. No! 80's. No! 90's damn all classical poetry;
have got ability to write my own - The Modern Shits All Misfits

Winds pleasing the heart with moist-frost waves ...
            ... when am quiet sitting on one shore called beach,
Autumn soothes my spirit real well, thou', I ain’t even know, how its pleasure goddamn feels…
(… sitting on cold pebbles; ov’r the edge of shore with someone you fetch the most;
exchanging un-exchanged words - in long threads - sharing moist & warmed kisses to utmost)

Love’s a wayward pain ...
                         .... in the backyard of wild-stubborn heart,
Am familiar with its every shade ...
             ... that's belonged to iridescent Perth

I trembling ov'r the cinders of pulverized love, every night & brighten day
so say: All damned things turned peeled-pale; 
no faith damn left to love-barefaced,
people love oleander tastes', but when I taste damn love with time, my mind goddamn unchaste.

© 2015 Shivam

Emptiness

Every dawn is like fog-
                    - a mist in the eye
that neither fades away nor erupts down...
          ..to the ripples - One Emptiness - of gibberish night
With a pen in shivering hand & ...
              ...few peeled papers across bed,
Morn turns to dusk, dusk into night,
My tea gone cold & I see how time flies
Every dew is like smoke-
              - a wisp - a mist in very eye
Neither it fades away nor ev’n let me befriended with any night.

Heart Squirts - II

Hi lonely mothers, your phony daughters have me only distressed

Sometime, am east so sometime in west;

Sometime...coast-north so sometimes, slept on many naked breasts

Real sucker, this’s me being depressed & that's what I goddamn confessed

Hi galaxywives, yea you busted goddamn housewives,

Am in the house, Whatcha might be cooking in kitchen?  You know who’s next!

Bloody ample of your half naked sluty breast... oft. disturbs me over the sultry night,

No matter whether if am home or at office, you always got me transgressed, ‘ight?

Am no thug but a poet - a creep - one writer - real flyer

& will seize your everything with the wilder of lust-fryer

Either it’s your ‘bout faint “jewellery” or waved-shaved #$@(!),

Am real theft - one threat - to your flesh that's damn sat up to.. & will have you whole SAKed!

Goddamn, am damn confessed; rhetorically obsessed with such undressed words 

but nothing way better than living in hearths of hearts - (Lushhhh...)

.. and it's true,

I get the pen & damn grip it all goddamn down;

write some faded-unfaded words in letters, then, later... on, burn it up on surround;

am no infant, no clown but you certainly find me the one - erotic-one, here around

& it's how true... dramatically, 

Am artistically blessed damn obsessed with orchestra-rically molested words

Manifested heart am goddamn born with's kinda meant to get hurt, bloody pervert, I flirt,

(Man, the heart squirts... )

Am not forgiven but sadistically - the one that loves ... 

& this love's such a color - a shade - a hue under dew got on me my damn shirt

I dust it all off, but your stained lips - 

ah, the ocean of softness I damn sink in - imbued on me realistically with damn logistic-love-sin

Oh such an idiotically sinful world am damn living around ... 

.. oft. makes me wonder: 

Who's real sin: Me? The world? or My naive heart that oft. squirts, underground, in love-background!


Ps, First part of "Heart Squirts" is here in given link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/the-heart-squirts.html

The Heart Squirts

Musically obsessed with confessed words
Nothing way better than living in hearths of hearts
Burning in flames, enraged inflames , goddamn life damn my sucking curse
Living in beauty, dying for love; cheating housewives, am lied with ‘em, gone-innocence sucks
And am... one pervert gone too far... (heck!)
Am gone too far ....can’t revert back
Am damn sunk to dilemma ...quite stumbling to drag ahead
Am lost in my own ...being forgotten, entrapped
Forbidden fruit, I was - the poison, I became that’s lost its venom, instead

Neither am alive nor will ev’r be
My mind’s being spoiled & the heart’s my next to get stitched

And, I’m ... (!)
Am hurt by own regret ...became one of my own deadly threats
Am none across such wounds, but one lost tint - faded ov’r sunsets
Am beaten by fest-past ...have no life to give it some rest
Hi housewives, you wanna get your fist-fetched
Bloody, fetish ... click clack!
May be, I’ve known much ‘bout ‘tis world ..
I’m... ye, now am in need, in want to have my goddamn mind damn reset

Either am being happy or drooled with ecstasy 
Life’s such a game wrapped in love that has things always quite messy 

So, I hold a pen & dig thoughts deep down in damn words
(Goddamn, am rhythmically obsessed with musical words  - 
Oh my confessed heart!)
Nothing way better than being lost in love-life - the iife ...
...that’s further imbued with some fire raised engraved in hearths of hearts -
(Goddamn, am musically obsessed with rhythmic words  -
Oh such a confessed heart - damn it squirts).

Ps. The sequel of "The Heart Squirts" is written in given link:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/11/heart-squirts-ii.html?zx=13b1bccfca2b2360

Nohemi Gonzalez

Gonzalez was one of 17 students attending

Strate college of design in Paris

as a Part of semester abroad program

When she gunned down at a Bistro on Friday night

& lost her life in real fairies, she burnt with many diaries

The attacks in Paris killed at least 129 people,

according to French officials,

Following assaults at a concert hall,

several restraurants & Stade de France, interracials’

The other 16 students studying in Paris

with Gonzalez’ve been confirmed to be safe

Cal state faculty members spoke...

at the vigil Sunday as well, Oh the world no sage

“There’re simply no words to express ... 

the profound grief & loss,” Martin Hermain, design department chair, said

“She was so excited to be in Paris

May Nohemi’s voice, bright spirit,

playfulness, ideals & hope continue...

to inspire & illuminate the department of design, latticed,

her university family & all those

she touched during her all too short time with us, clannish-ed

Added Michael Laforte, a lecturer at 

Cal state long beach:

“she brought joy, happiness & laughter...

to everybody she worked with.”

Ov’r the weekend, Gonzalez’s former ..

gym instructor, Sofiane Slaoua, told people

that... The young student was

very pretty, very nice with people.

She was one of those girls who likes life.

When she came to the gym,

she would do everything in the workout with smile.

“She was an optimist,” Slaova said

“May she rest in heaven!” Adams fed

One of Gonzalez’s friends told to

Los Angales times,

“She was kind to everyone - a remarkable & unforgettable person...

The world lost such a beautiful shinning light.”

Tim Mraz, Gonzalez’s boyfriend ...

of nearly four years, couldn’t hold back tears as he spoke Sunday,

“If you didn’t know her, she had a Pocahontas tattoo..

...on her left arm. She always said I was her ‘John Smith’,” someway, Mraz told the crowd,

according to NBC Los Angeles., “She was a little firecracker.” To Adams, she was mcleod

Ah, Adams phased: she - the beauty queen of America ablazed..

..in enraged fire of violence, in distortion engraved;

..in raged flames of brutality attackers goddamn raised &

..in one bomb-attack who lost her laced life was nonetheless, but American lass, Nohemi Gonzalez.

Paris Attack - 2015

First attack of 2015, on 7th/Nov.
The further attack or attacks - the coordinating attacks of 2015, on 14th/Nov...
... late night around at 09:40pm .. & updates I got 'bout at 01:45A.M - EST, which means.. it was around 06:00A.M - IST

Oh Lord, it's a goddamn shame that the world being lost in the under rain
Underrated dog damn I goddamn am so be living like a real damn mannered man
I be yelling at the world being lame on running at athiest-terrorists command
What a picky sticky n-o-n----sense! Europe ain't in paris but paris bummed-hummed in damn France
What the hell is this --- what so shitty was that? 
People were enjoying the France & Germany soccer match since ...
One S-bomb'd blast right outside the stadium named: Bataclan
(S-Bomb = Suicider Bomber! Boom! And, he - Bang-Banged)

Charlotte Brehaut and a friend were dining in Le Petit Cambodge, a Cambodian restaurant,
when the shooting started from the street, she told CNN,
"All of a sudden we heard huge gunshots and glass coming through the windows
We ducked with the other diners," that's what she goddamn said
She grabbed the arm of one woman on the floor thou' the woman didn't respond
The woman was shot deep in the chest-breast and there was blood all around her
Damn, And, Authorities said-fed, "At least 14 people were killed in Le Petit Cambodge"

Oh Lord, it's a goddamn shame that world being lost in the under rain
Such a terrible pain that's being plain-ed...
            .. blood blooded strewn all ov'r the pole-streets, damn roads misplaced & Paris distrained!
News saying: "Syria's involved with the matter of such fact; with ISIS - 
ISIS claiming responsibilities of 129 deaths for #ParisAttacks," Bless you, migrants
Paris's quite captivating thou' yo, it's goddamn patched with historian hurricane
The first attack was in 1994 ... & now in 2015, What a long-gone bombardment! 
More than 100 or 150+ people lost their lives in such a war of "Jihadi-humanitarian", it must be restraint

Poor humanity seemed to be crushed 'neath the pyramid of brutality
Hi people, can't ya please let world live with "peace" for the goddamn sake!

but ... urgh ...  whatever ...
People've already lost their lives so it's such a...
Damn, it's a goddamn shame that the world being lost in the under pain
Underrated dog damn I goddamn am so be writing 'tis shit when you everyone's goddamn #$%&(@%$)#@!!

One Mistake

Euphemistically, today, you’re young enough to encounter encountered mistakes but morrow, you’ll get old enough ev’n to make it all correct. Life’s merely a dust undisguised with uncertain time wrapped in teeter-totter pleasure of.. or bittersweet misery... ain't stop at same place not for too long, no matter if the world cursing it real bad, every time...
(people wandering for what's goin' on)
                       
                                                         … I happen to know, everybody blamin' the Lord - Mr. God - for “incurable happenings” … but hardly the one… thanks him for what he has just treasured the world with: “Life”. God blessed lives with love, has delivered cold-enrolled breath to bold pain; supplement cascades to the basket of untold hearts, to giants, to legends, to cowards, to naive - to evils, to bravery-supersonic, as well, & philosophically, of course, the utopia of euphoria, he has breathtakingly rendered to leaves (leaf’s), to frozen-unfrozen - soft & salted - moist & brisk-ed winds, to grass, to scenery - the imagery of - green nature the world's being surrounded with, & to operatic"air" as well.. to get breathed in, but “Humans”...

                                                                                     .. oh, the "Humans" “IS” such species, across wide variety of vibrant world, that's "being" blessed with accumulated life; cursed with indiscretion, levity & exorcism of emotionalism; applauded with introspective factors full of truism of love perhaps, yet.. being divined by "quizzical" distortion of classically non-classical debauch of... called “Humanity” ...

(though none gives a damn 'bout "Humanity", no at all... ")

Alright, Have ya ev’r heard: “Animals’ve got “Animality”?

Okay, If so, it’s oft. counted to iridescent inhumanity

Love’s everywhere with sensuality thou’ there’s plenty of duality in it…

God created humans for love but they killed his vibes with capricious mentality…”

..which means, no matter how sophisticatedly the Lord drooled “Humanitarian spirits” with “Humanity”...,

“... Humans crushed it ‘neath their very feet

not on purpose, not even by mistake,

but for some money…

that’s being materialist across worlds, I stake…”

(Oh such immorality appeared whimsically normal but dysphoric to modernism lost in criminality of modernity ... ")

So, I kinda believe that... 

"... the world’s became empty slate

that's well written in unwritten words,

I cry watching "people" hurting "people" for “nothing”

Oh Lord, every heart across world’s being ablazed...

Lost-Love, Love-Lust's that pain - One Mistake - which brings poor heartaches

though it's such a cure as well that "hardly" soothes past regrets, I dictate."

... & life's getting on top of me so this's why i'm supposed to pen on:-

Today, you’re young enough to make mistakes but morrow, you’ll get old enough ev’n to make it all correct. No?? Hell yeah!!

Hereafter, (Cover... uncoverin' the "stark" waterfront)

One Mistake - The Incidental Night - 

Either you move ahead or escape its molested plights - 

Sin's such a "gambol"  - one formatively gambled-obsession

that has you catastrophized with boulevard's coarsest-yet-ephemerally love-delights.

***

Destiny Of Love

O', your loud thou' slight moan -  distant hums & itching sighs on bed …

having me lost in your warmth … making me insane

You be the softness of soften winds - moist splash of cold rain -

A remedy for heart that keeps me... my spirit quite sane

An empty slate the sky is so I stain linen clouds with your name

Don’t let time walk on by our feet, let us chase our love till it brings pain

I taste furrowed edges of your puckered lips, you savor me near dark well

Let our breaths' meet the destiny of love… who knows, if morrow, we dwell.

Contentment

You envision me in mirror, I be one figment of love dream,

Poetically, the life drags us to lust-peer, The night - nocturnal rapture of sin

I write you in soothing words, you become one enigmatic poetry

My lost heart across frost world keep breathing your lethal lips - one shade so rosary

Life could be one derivation of...  calcul-us thoughts, the time - one dust - old mystery

Let your beats bounce ‘pon the beats of very heart rather, getting beaten-eaten by bold misery

Love’s nothing but certainly… one mighty sword that's majestically mystic

I pour you down in sweet velvety words &, you rhythmically become one musical poetry

Oh, my naïve heart - a page imbued with red ink … 

& the flavors - the shades - the obsession of its night oft... lost in warm contentment of sin.

Go Home

Intentions toward … ‘bout ladies is quite wicked in your head

The more you go familiar with obsession, more it indulges you ahead

Your thoughts ‘bout love gone changed

Love's overwhelmed with disrespect, no strange

Marriages go ruined, relations get crushed, faith’s being destroyed just cos of lust-crush

Students attracting teachers. Teachers ain’t no more real preachers

Every heart’s being swung sadistically with love-norms that’s one greeting from love-reapers

Ye - the world full of dreams so dreamer everyone is,

No strange you’re sad. Its reason’s simplistically belonged to infatuated analogies

If you ask me: "Is love one reason to pain? Does it spoil every religion, chivalrous faith?"

I'll say... utter “No", but probably, quite “Yes”…                

The more you go addicted to it, more it’ll indulge you & then spit, Embarrassingly Embarrass

Either you treat it right or quench its hunger, forlorn…

Neither love has ev’r changed nor will it ev’r be changed, Go Home!

Ps. Just thinking: 

Everyone wants to treat love the way they want to which becomes the reason as well as one systematically unsystematic cause to their "unwanted" pain. So, if one asks .. how to love .. ? Then its answer'd be quite manifested that... "First control your heart (which's tough enough but not impossible doing.) & then "get learned" how "it loves"."

Better Than

What makes you happy’s a real cause to your sadness

Let world live with all peace rather getting lost within its madnes

Money, wealth, hell the woe of un-necessary dough… shan’t be the reason to your unwanted pain,

Feeding your necessities’s must but greed or craving for more’s what having you all lame

(Tremendously, an Idiotic shame!)

With dollar, men can’t even walk with loyalty

Without jewels, woman can’t attract more royalty

Sometimes, I smile so sometimes pretty laugh at such worldly affairs that got me wonder:

“Oh, what if morrow the world’s sunk into the ocean of hearts just like titanic?”

What’d you do with things you’ve earned overnight

Those who even sunk deep inside… couldn’t even save their own life

Let me ask you one realistically philosophical question:

“What’d you be if your life becomes one historian myth lost in darkling mimics, in 'bout no time?”

There’s nothing to do with tears rolling down in grief;

nothing to lament on gone things; nothing to cry for what’s just damaged

& there’s nothing to do with regret… if your own pride has swallowed you, baldy

You can’t bring life back once it’s gone; can never live through your past again;

can’t be the same as you’ve ev’r been & certainly, you can never live with “Stained-Name” 

The past’s your present and the present’ll be your future

If things already gone worst, don’t make ‘em more worser with senseless humour

I agree, with dough, men can’t even walk with loyalty

Without jewels, woman can’t attract more royalty

But it ain’t mean that life can’t be lived without ‘violence’, thoroughly

Look deep at into your heart, what you’ll find - only poor heartaches

It’s better to restart your life than just living with stained - name imbued with heartbreaks

Cos, your today's way better than good or worse analogies of holographic zone of unwanted yesterdays'.

Still Alive

Wake up in morn. Getting depressed with same old thoughts

Nothing entering the mind besides the pain to brain-box

Life becoming hell everyday. Yes, it’s getting lost in hues day-by-day

Neither am seemed to be alive nor am I slept dead

Oh, the funeral of life buried in earth, cascaded sextet

Psychologically, am fine but philosophically… damaged

Sin’s not love, love’s not sin though still we infatuated with ménage.

Wake up at noon. Doing nothing but swinging lone in lame-doom

Darkness be gone & a few lights certainly be drooled up with gloom

Flowers go wilted; broken hearts ain’t go rebuilt

What kills the life with aches’s the analogy of guilt

Oh poor past, the spirit be silked, no aches inbuilt

Man get on Woman, Woman go on Man - this’s what life became - one thread of wicked sin.

Wake up at night; getting lost with damaged mind

The world full of pornography. Masturbation spoiling mankind

It’s so unkind that such masterminds… crushing the whole humankind

Whether on purpose or not, but it’s true… we’re blown to such majestic streamline..

that further drifting us all to nowhere, Our faith fluctuating with anew nightmare

Headache, insomnia - the mania of manic dilemma -

Oh the worst-ness speaking the dust of blown time

I hear voices in head & breathing in funeral though… still alive with damaged mind.

Gone Dawn

Meticulously, Am broken - lost the direction to walk on
What I was & have just become - The dust of gone-dawn -
Lost my passion - the passion to be what I ev’r wished
Loneliness overwhelmed me with possession that has me utter pissed
Every morn’s my night & all nights became -  my friend
Am no more lack of foes. My broken “self” … can’t be on mend
Save me lord. The path I’ve chosen to walk on’s trembled ov’r the ashes
I can't take it anymore… save me off such kaleidoscopic mazes
Insomniac, am became… thought it’d be good to be lived along
But it’s not as easy as I envisioned, it killed my vibes from where to I belong
Childhood’s gone though am good … it’s pretty gone with “past” hues
Maturity’s up has “people” lost in “sin”  & none knows what they goin’ through
How funny the life is, sometimes, it’s up so sometimes, it’s down
Time belongs to no one likelihood not even one king to his golden crown
Ye - Meticulously, am broken - lost the direction to walk on ...
What I was & have become - an unbroken dust of broken gone - dawn, dramatically - unknown.

Imagery Love

It comes & knocks, once again, to the very earth - 

makin' winds listening to its hums & havin’ dreamers lost

into velvety grown philosophical shades of chivalry hearts' - 

Hearts’re meant to bewitched with much peace, love & delights,

but I wonder, what it’s supposed to be, if there’s no rainy-love-lights?

So, when it - the rain - comes, as if, certainly it's just came, 

I - the writer - have - has always much of it to write on; to say... that…

...

“The first rain of October pours (-ing) me a glass of coldness

wrapped with... in euphorically frozen shades of rainy-squat-beats

I feel the pleasure... it brings to me so early in the morn

that I ecstatically love breathin' in.

What a rush it is! Rain works (-ing) as a morphine… to heart

that later makes people swingi... with the pairs of “Imagery Love"

It’s warmed, moist & soft to lay completely unclothed in very bed;

taking sadistically whapped curves under utterly warmed & half worn blanket:

You sleeping next to your soul mate with calmness

& embracin' her quite tight with slight pleasure, sycophantic

Ultimately, your feet tickle her bare though half-naked legs,

Smiles imbued with her face; mouth gasped & she twitched, enraged

So early in enchanted morn, you break her creampie ankles’ anklet - oh the lethal bracelet

Sadistically, erotic it is that rain brings you such majestically manifesting rejoices of splendid love

Whatever kinda rain, without shame, you name it,

There’s & will always be the pleasure of bold ecstasy even in an every first rain to seasonal cold change, transatlantic.”

Unless

~*~*~
Emotionalism of your romanticism imbued with the shades of my iridescent heart,

& the honey-eyed hum of etching breath emerged into sultry itched snore. . .

. . oft. harass us ov’r the mid-dew of introspective night,

I soothe you with the possession of stately transcendent obsession,

Unless the distortion of B–grade–B-lust have you erupted down to the ripples of my insatiable life

My life – the night – a shade – an ash – the sin – one delight –  

An inflection of unsatisfied love – of all the hunger above – 

the sniffle of quizzically blown winds unseen, my love… 

drag (s) you straight to the ruthless constellations of boulevard’s sleazy street,

I cover your uncover body, lying naked in our bed, with the pleasure of my whole emperor warmth

Unless you go twitched, from the very top to naked bottom, like a vulnerable slave completely enslaved with defeat.

~*~*~

Indecipherable Love

Lost into the paradox of illusive tenebrosity
I trembled ov’r the burnt un-burnt slacks of the flacks of un-illuminated nights,
yet the past wasn’t even completely vanished into winds,
hell, my heart fell for another hypnotic language of soporific love ‘ighs
Heretofore, I’d encounter rouge heartbreaks & know that
how it feels when bistouries cut the feelings of raring heart into bistorian’s slice
but I ignored the fact, apart that &... meandered into the sinuous-love, beside.
And, in a brace of shamrock shakes,
(Oh, the life with braces, bloody peanut butter cup cakes, & the love squashes
eroded the ecstasy of love by the meanderings of tears, awhile)
To next morn, two way street, my life was became. Subway love, it needed.
(I found me into the shattered pieces of grey, hit the fist in walls, Heart smashes)
Excruciatingly painful it was to..., but every single night, I bled --- the soul weeded.
(Nothing I found from love expect the pleasure of fake ecstasies
that neither let me think nor let me sink with or without love kits, of all outdated love seventies)
5 Years gone, yes, the millennia’s been walked off my life
but still there’s a tint, a speck --- the memory, a shade left behind
that oft. wakes me up ov’r the salacity of night
& stabs my spirit real hard not once, not twice, but multiple prime times.
Neither I forgot my past nor will ever neglect
but the language of love’s indecipherable so how can I... even one intellect?

I Believe ~ The Need

Under the canopy of lux --- castle, I believe, am in need to get sleep

with your influx body lingering calmly ov’r the sackcloth of hay --- hay weed

Look at ov’r the skyline need, & feel the pleasure of falling snow deep,

& take long breathe with an every curve we taking in the herds of sleeping sheep.

May be, am seemed a bit in hurry cos, am the stranger nobody, & would certainly be...

turned into the mist of secret wisp;  lost in the rhapsody of capsidae night, shortly

& You’ll only find me in distant memory,

in your spherical artillery tear drops; in an every hinge of mystically mysterious misery

So, I believe, am in “want”; on “hunt” to soothe the thirst of lust --- bust arouse deep...

inside the gateway off of wild yearning. . . to have us both burnt up in flames ---

The Flames of discerning

cos. . . Ho, I believe, your love might be as cold, & mold as winter’s uncontrolled snow;

as warm & moist so deepen & rejoiced as the wring of spring’s grown glow

I ain’t even care of what you beautifully though ahh... ahh tumultuously bestow

lying naked ‘neath the same roof, under the sane sky;

on the lame hay sackcloth nearby the flammable fire wall "Ho!" Cos, what I just believe’s --- 

I’m in need to satisfy another Moe --- Hoe.

Alpha Plus ~ The Web Version

I encapsulate the volume of your delicate words

You magnetize the gaze of such rapture

I’m often in need to quench my voracious thirst

that’s being insatiable since the frame of love, captured

Sodaholic spirit, are you. Workaholic scandalous soul,  am I... I’m?

We both need to swing along with each other...

..till the morn knocks at our window pane, Ma`am.

Fabric wears, you worn. Ralph Louren, I oft. wear

"My eyes may see your racy elements through such hazy fabrics

... then why don’t you take 'em off?" You overhear.

Let me have you undressed first...

before the fuzzed ray of crushed morn disturb us, 

You’re absolutely a nasty slave to my sleeveless heart, but

Take off your everything even the innocence sus

I’m here to snatch you off your lonesomeness 

Without questioning, Just take my hand

                         You -- the object for a night, I be your Alpha Plus.


Ps.
A couple of months back, I had written a post called "Alpha Plus", but somehow I ain't post the write across my literary web site, but, late in the mid-dew-night, after some modifications, I dropped the post on my other site so admittedly, I named it here as  "Aplha Plus - The Web Version". You may check out my blogger post under the same title name as well. Just visit the below link, it'll certainly lead you to the hell-zone xoxo ;)

http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2015/09/alpha-plus.html

~ Tears In The Rain ~

"You ain’t know, with how much pain the world be passing through,
You only watch it through bare naked eyes what’s damn shown to you, untrue
Behind the veil of happiness, there’s distress of melancholy heartaches,
but you can’t fathom the meanderings of relationships, not even to the fullest
How many people’ve been living across the misgiving world along the misery or pain?
(O`... the tears in the rain)
How many familes’ve been dying since the arena of prime-uncertainty to have you sane?
(No ----- you can never see their tears in the rain)
The world’s damn drooled with the complications of impulsive implications of life
but “The Humans” do only care of what they’ve been born to do: “Mayhems In Night”
Ye -- you can never count the pain with your fingers, not even on your toes
but, If today someone be your friend, by morn, he’s certainly counted in your born foes
Late night, in the midst of broken crowd cowed with light noise,
I’ve seen her tears in eyes; tried hard to volume an every breath she took deep inside
though every single time I stepped ahead, she’d look at me & sigh:
 “O` hell yeah, I’m contented with whatever my God’s given to me to decay,” she obliged
You can never see her tears not even in the transgress of melt-down tearful rain
(O`... the tears in the rain)
To have her fain, you’ve to burn auburn emotions to whip out the imprint of dint plain

                                                                                (No.. No ----- but you can never see her tears in the rain)

although you ain’t know nor’ll ev’r ev'r know, with how much pain the world be passing through,

You only watch it through the veil of bare eyes what’s damn shown to you in disguise, untrue

Gloomy day & miserable night ----- outta blue. The petals of rose in the eve of hue -----

                                                                               Everything’s sat up to complete the incomplete purpose of very life

but nobody sees not even looks throu’ what’s damn resided to the night of mid dew, Phew!"

The Forgotten Childhood

"... was unknown to known world;

... wouldn’t recognize the throb of pulsated heart

Wickedness was supposed to be around me,

but naive spirit won’t (let) know what’s hurt

Trivialized the bitterness of people

Ignored the wickedness of thoughts

Savoured the time with sniggers

& always believed in many avenging Gods

Everybody loved tiny feet;

the voices; the sound; the noises; the shits

Nobody spoke of anything against something

Thus, even the spirit left unaware of everything, at least

Every morn, Waking up at dawn

Done undone homework

& getting ready for school,

Subsequently, worrying ‘bout written homework

& crying when teachers seemed to be rude

At noon, Bringing smile to faces

Getting hurried for having lunch

Playing with cool-uncool friends, all day

& again getting worried ‘bout classes work

In eve, With the last bell in the cell in school

getting ready to get back to home

Talking, laughing, smiling, & giggling, all time

till the feet reached back to the doorway, in room

On nights, Working late nights

Getting lost into the thoughts of next days

“Ah, homework’s still undone, 

& tests’re ‘bout to be happened,” that’s what life was, Anyways

The life knew nothing more than such polychromatic things

Perhaps, there was still more to be learned

that’s being experienced with time, in a blink

Soon, those tiny feet stepped out to the world

Schools got replaced with colleges

Kids entered the zone of youth-booth

& some of ‘em wandered across bombshell hostesses, so smooth, I soothe

27 years later,

What’s left is nothing but the memories of forgotten world – 

the world where once the spirit’ve been naive;

& the heart way far from heartaches –

but today... 

those laughs, the sniggers, all snickers – 

the hum in the morn, the rejoice at noon

& the euphoria of tranquility at night... 

everything’s certainly left behind, I remind – is gone

True colors of people’ve been shown,

but the worth of world’s still untold

Naive spirit understood what exactly the life is

& melancholy heart played the analogies of wicked bliss, unbold

The day, the night, the hours, the moments... 

even the time’s being forlorn,

Once the bitterness that’s been unfamiliar to soberness,

& the wickedness that’s left way far from naive spirit’s... Home 

The same morn knocks at the window pane, 

but the childhood’s gone

Paired noon enters the day, 

but the childhood’s gone, so lame 

The same eve, the dusk, memories misbegotten...

even the insubstantial glory of starring night still come,

but the thing that ain’t come is the childhood-forgotten."

Ps. 

A couple of days earlier, I've had a great pie of time with one of my prettiest friends named "Ms. Kamal". She's one of the nicest gal i've ever met in my entire life-time. I asked her 'bout her fav. book and she named: "Harry Porter". Well, the series's just conjugated with some phenomenally magical vibes by whirled well ov'r the scenario of magic by "J.K Rowling", who's herself a great & one of the top listed A+ grade authors (authoress) around the world. When I asked to Kamal, "Why do you like this book?" She replied: "... cos, there're some "Childhood" memories linked up with an every page of book (or scene of movie)." I adored her words & bashed up the furrowed heart of that pretty gal, of course in 'bout no time, indeed. Well, "childhood memories" is .. are one of the bizarre in everyone's life that never leaves their hand, no matter how far you've gone in life. So, that's all... it's 'bout. And, Since that day, i've had to write something on it. I always wanted to write something on childhood but never got time to pen it down, but when I conversed with Kamal. I fathomed that... it's not just me who, sometimes, get wandering ov'r the wrecked ridges of olden memories, but everyone living across the world has their own childhood "abandoned memories" to get waved along.
And, today, finally.. I get my butt in the chair & expectedly.. come up with anew write ;)

~ Velvet Romance ~

The night's drooled with sin so am I 

Velvet Romance we want, get high!

~*~*~ 

On dinner,
I kiss the gun that you hold; All the bullets, I devour

You shoot me with love, though can’t even hold your own

The sinner, i'm.. do step forward to shudder your heartbeats;

& pull up my chair to get us in gear, takin' you off your duty, Lady.

Crime branch officer, you’re

The cure to your tranquillizer, I become

Nothing’s more important to me

than to chew you real hard alike trident chewing gum.

I stare at the shaped glamour of your waxed legs from behind
(I stride ahead to hold you tight from behind)

My hands long to roam all ov’r your soften body to have you mine

~*~*~

~*~*~
Soon, my lips lick your pearl necklace; soft ears, & cold breath

You turn around. Look at me... in the eye

Forgetting all religion even your prisoners, all criminals, you crime

& venture alongwith me to the bed of roses... for a night.

I drive you soberly to my bedroom; gently throw you on linen mattress

You hide your bare spirit behind the lace of very curtains,

but I swallow you with anew taste of single malt bourbon.

Your religion, I spoil. Your faith, I demolish.

What more you expect from the hopeless lover of yous

I am the addiction that often makes you impoverish.

The disaster to heart, & a sweet bizarre to your spirit – i’m,

My love makes you forgetting the words of Uncle sam

So, behind the walls of prison, you get hooked up with me - The Son Of Sam
~*~*~
I lick your creampie thighs
Velvet Romance's what we're bewitched with by sides.

The Life Of Poorer ~ A Two Way Street

~*~*~
Under the canopy of nightfall,

Lavender scents drag him to the Plethora of Utopia

He closes his very eyes, & wishes...,

how wonderful it’d be, if there’s no wistful Nostalgia?

“Having lived with serenity”

that’s all what he’s desperate to have for,         

The world’s being despaired since eons,

then how can he even feel the zeal of being in allure?

Crowded world’s on the go, all day

Bewitched lives sleeping on him in alley

What more ways’re left to summarize the dis-functioning of lives...

if the world’s already drawn to the cascades of Chesapeake bay?

(Oh... such dysfunctional tribes)

Ye --- the world’s being sunk...

deep inside the veins of their own venom,

Practically, Richer getting more richer, every day

but the Poorer’s getting crushed down ‘neath their feet alike earth worm, I say

Anyways...

The nightfall’s getting overstated with falling snow

His spirit goes underrated by AU

He can never reach people he’s damn surrounded with

cos.. today, even the families belonging to... “Dough”
Ah... his heart gets shattered into the pieces of his own tears

Every drop runes the heartaches of his life ‘pon black marbles,

but his tears -- the archaic imprints -- won’t be ever read by anyone...

cause before one comes, the whole universe’s treacherously gargled

Wickedness’s all what he gets...

The ecstasy of life is what they give

He whispers lying ‘neath the shell of snow,

& resting ‘pon the mattresses of hard cliffs

that.. his life’s nothing but a two way street,

that’s lyrically crushed b/w the Arbles of Stalacites & Stalagmites

Last, he opens his eyes;

conceives anew morn rising outta the mist of dawn,

His day’s just embarked on with melancholy heartaches

& will be ended to the symphony of black swan

The Life Of Poorer, he sages.

~*~*~

Infernal Pantomime - The Damnation

Frivolity’s not what my love’s ‘bout. Get it?

Felicity’s for what I often devout. know it!

***

My poetic words at once confuse... but delight you, for sure

It’s quite a... charming conundrum that certainly obliges you, my whore

You be substantive. For you, hann, Centipede, I become, nahh?

You wring the mist off your stimulant breath...

& I quietly salve your ears with the chum of hum, wahh.

I’m enthralled to have you so delectable, pungent, & erotically ironic

Merciless demon, I’m so you must be romantically sarcastic

Pillow fight’s what you’re ultimately bewitched with

Tender love & damnation sooth you with infernal pantomime, hell so indecisive

Your colden---breath shape the mordacity... of intangible winds,

I carve you well in some Romania figureheads

& you certainly get captured into the anthology of mid-dreams

Then, Melodically, I wake you up ov’r the nights’,

& waft you well to the obsession of chex mix

You sniffed the ménage of my love & impose its tapestry ‘pon heart, sadistically cathartic.

***

The Traitor

~*~*~
Someone’d meet her right beyond the coast

With such a hope, she left for the shop.

Soon, white cheeks turned to red & ruby lips... into pink...

when she saw her lover, Mr. bower, outta sync

Holding a gift in a hand;

Capturing the beauty in eyes, they winked

Their infatuation had ‘em lost & ecstatic...

across the moment at what they damn blinked.

She paced toward him. He certainly strode toward her

Their love grew across the roads

Admittedly, she dived to sailor’s heart

She was new to love-journey so.. craved to have her feet cold

He took her behind the veil of dark night

& his hands rolled down all ov’r her body, untold.

He drove her to his secret realm; 

locked the door from inside

Their love astounded ov'r the night

& dark clouds roared up with transgression in the sky.

Lighting embarked on & sparked with another buzz of fuzz

She relinquished her everything to him...

without even fathoming the wickedness of lust

She put her all belief into him

The next moment, he entered her womanhood

& their heartbeats raced up deep inside...

having too many electrifying liquidity of lynn.

Suddenly, 

The winds blew. Doors unlocked.

Four men, two women entered the room

The pal laughed at the gal like a black baboon

Lying ‘neath the nakedness of his heavy body,

Now, she scared to have herself lost into sinful lobby

She tried hard to escape, but he increased the speed

Before she got herself covered, he drooled her flesh with his seed.

Now...

It was a time to take another trip. Another men held the realm;

& those women had her calmed. 

Every second, she’s been through.... got her bottom banged, she bombed!

Her tears rolled down her cheeks;

Hums got replaced with screams

The moan she was breathing a minute ago..

got turned into the nightmares &... into shattered dreams.

 Mystic love she wanted, but what she all she got was raped

Gang bang and bang gang sucked to her bud all night

One friend undisguised --- The Traitor --- got her even whole life damn raked.
~*~*~

~ Love Sailor ~

Voices hummed ov’r the emptiness of darken roads

Love-Sailor, I’m. So... It’s my priority to run empty boats.

Whether you want it or not. My heart’s being desperate

to have you in me freakingly lost. Whatever you want...

My spirit may bring you everything  for free of cost.

The night’s whole ours. Ultimately, you’re whole mine

Love-Sailor -- I’m... will tumultuously swing along with you all night.

~*~*~

White spirit, you’re. Black trouser, you’re in

Fleecy quill your very life – A Tapestry – The sculpture of Sin.

The Ring, you’ve worn in the next to your “middle finger”...

is an omen that you’re being taken, though you mingle

Your fiancé ain’t gonna get aware of whatever you do this night
Raged element of your baked body... i’ve seen

through naked eyes &... will be sucked along with your moisten warmth

deep inside till the end of such a scandalous – The unfaithful night

~*~*~

Tell me or whisper ‘bout what you damn need

Love-Sailor, I’m... will surely have you satisfied, Indeed

Don’t waste the time here. Shall we move... to our bed?

I’m in need to your breath that’s enough to make me sleep

Aloud moan. Deepen sighs. Rough echoes

& your every little cry... is all what am infatuated with, ‘ight

Room No. “69” – i’ve booked for the night

So, what’re you awaiting for? Jump off to fluffy mattress. Open your legs &

get your sensitive flesh in gear. I’mma have your curved toes numbed, Mistress, Tonight.

~ Hello There ~

~*~*~

Brunette - The scene of adultry -  you are

Ecstatic delectation of lascivious romance - I'm

Your hair be the utmost thing my face loves to get lost in

I certainly am - The pleasure of Sham

You keep your very head 'pon it

& my arms wrap you whole in,

Soon, your hydrated throat goes drained, & feels so lack of air

&, the astounding quivering breath, impair,

 Oxygen - I become to have your bashing breast back (BBB) in pair

but before I even take you to cloud nine

You go strewed all ov'r my mattress with the spark of love, Despair.

~ Hello There ~

Even in love, the fair no unfair & unfair so fair.

~*~*~

Alpha Plus

~*~*~

I encapsulate the volume of your delicate words

You magnetize the gaze of such rapture

I’m often in need to quench my voracious thirst

that’s being insatiable since the frame of love, captured

Sodaholic spirit, you’re. Workaholic notorious soul, I’m

We both need to swing along with each other...

..till the morn knocks at our window pane

Fabric wears, you worn. Ralph Louren, I often wear

My eyes may see your elements through such fabrics

... then why don’t you take 'em off? Miss Seer.

Let me have you undress first

before the first ray of morn disturb us, 

You’re absolutely a nasty slave to my seductive heart, tonight

Take off your everything even the innocence, Husshh

I’m here to snatch you off your lonesomeness 

Take my hand & i’ll take yous

You surely be the lady of heart & I be your Alpha Plus.

~*~*~