Bed Of Memories

"a boy loves girl, girl plays with hearts

he knows everything what's written in words

but still he takes a chance to get his heart hurt.

and this shit called desperation that has him absurd

once he's hated, twice he longs to get beloved

but nothing happens the way he expects from the world

things only works on reality, of all things above

girl wants being comfy but in a nasty way

she needs his love of all the arena of ecstasy, on l-bay

if he speaks truth, she turns her face off of him,

though when he's glued with lies, she gets impressed ev’n by his every sin

whao, what a beautiful world we people living in

sometimes, i laugh at what happens, so sometimes do think...

that how funny 'tis universe ev'n the love rustling along with

he wants love but she wanna get horny

& when he makes her feel good, she rejoices being porny

corny his love, he loves her mawkishly

she gets undressed,oh. .. but the boy ain't so scrawny

eroticism's great as since romanticism overwhelmed by erotica

the delicacy of her petal lips - a glass of red wine, &...

to him, her bare body - just a pleasure of whole intoxication named vodka...

alright, every night she loves getting loosen up with him

after all, its both he & she love having themselves enrolled rolled up with sin

nothing's permanent, everything momentarily temporary

so when slight morn knocks at their spared bodies at dawn

what's left behind is only the bed of gone -- memories, we bury."

eh yo ~ ii

eh yo.. nother day’s up, man

Urgh.. it’s anew night, thou’, i ain’t know what to do with time 

cause, you know whutt.. 

“.. sometimes, time running fast, sometimes fuken slow

the night getting raped by ironically iconic darkness

& every fucken day gone hooked up with suken dough..”

“Eh yo, you listening to me man?”

“yeah, i hear ya, but i wonder gone wandered, 

what you’re talkin’ ‘bout? I ain’t understand the fate of world

cos, sometimes, am gud... sometimes am hurt

perhaps, your words gone stuck deep in mah heart”

(pause)

“whao! Keep saying whatcha betcha gotta say, man.”

“yo, thanks for keep listening to me

nobody hears me..

my own life ain’t even understand me 

i’m just a figment on top;

successfully an unsuccessful predator lack of hope

thou’ i ain’t no dope, & yo... you know what,

am fucken shade in grey; got volcanic heart that’s hot.”

“Hot? You mean... warmed? Raged? Or something like..

... a burnt-unburnt splash of flesh?”

“\eh yo, yeah.. mah heart’s raged; veins ablaze-d

Oh, the flesh engaged, thou’ mah mind damn damaged...

..i work the way i work not the way mah boss wants me to

i ain’t take orders nor do i run at any command,

but still wondering, what the hell am i just wandering throu’

yo man, employees being comfy, cool & funky w/me

although, ev’n the whole company seems to be demanded on row.”

What?

Urgh... Whatever.

“oh, so you talking ‘bout E-C-O-N-O-M-Y?”

yeah man.. 

people ain’t fucken innocent anymore. They be real traitor.. 

even your own friends be your homie foes & you - their bait-er

yo man, heart working like a bait to mind;

& the mind like a harpoon to flesh;

Innocence gone brushed & wickedness blah.. blah... blushed.

& in ‘twix that... what’s left’s humanity that’s being crushed. (Damn!)

ps. Had written 'tis post around.. on Feb.8th.2016, @11:30PM. Today, in eve, a very couple of minutes earlier before, i just scrolled throu' some of my folders/written-yet-uniwrtten drafts and got/found this one. Thought to modify & post on here under 'eh yo - part - ii" cos, CO-INCIDENTL-ly, late night, or may be, one or two nights back i'd write 'eh yo' online labeled as 'eh yo -i' on my google+ profile. Didn't know it'd match or would be co-related with mah this latest write that was just a draft to me (Written on 08th.Feb.2016) a couple of seconds earlier but now, as of 'tis very moment, it's 'ey yo - ii'. That's stunning!

ey yo ~ i

eh yo.. it's 03:00AM. I'm lying in my bed holding "numbed" body to cotton bedsheet. Pillows underneath my head & blanket on me providing me the comfort of night as y'all know i've been night owl since not gone weeka but past few encountered years. I tryna being morn eagle but ah... everytime i stepped up the unbound stairs of "to-do" list, i slipped back down to the the grave of forsaken land so i gave up but tonight i wondering, for how far i can walk along such a pattern that i've enrolled me.. myself with? Everything's new. Everyone keep going but me.. ah I - the real me - just keep swinging with the same old paradox of life having no fun with time, resulting, am getting grown... and adolescence is gone so far as since maturity entered my life, & you know what, when i open my eyes, it's dawn. So let's take a look what i do have to speak in guise of my own professionally written musical write that's given below & being written when am home:

#Tagline : With age, everything goes faded away even your adolescence as well that's been drooled up with fun, once, a very long ago.

I.
Lying in my bed. Spilling words on P-screen.
Sometimes ecstatic. Sometimes am dreamed
Whatever i had gone eroded... by winds
What's left in life's already relinquished.
Funny it is, how yankee life is. Sometimes.... does bleed... so sometimes gets freezed
Boldwarmth & coldwinter lost 2 Rhythmicity
Night hummed in sky, da kite - my naiveté.

II.
Lying in my bed am whispering what come
Pondering it down with words my mind cum
Flickering the light in the night i unburn
Mesmerising the truth that's being auburn
Negotiatin wht's past. W/past m being done
Unforgetting gone time - da time's undone
Am being no sage as since people, eye-cunt
World gone ablazed & i... lost my whole fun.

And.. eh yo, it's 03:50AM, man!
Took about 50 minutes to write 'tis write, online. Sounds interesting!

ps. Wrote this post late night on google+ around at 03:00A.M so just thought to drop it down here on blogging page either.

As Since

Evening - 03:55PM

I'm sitting in dark room, a little light entering in it through ventilation. T/V's on. Latptop's on. Fingers hovering its keyboard and eyes keep gawking at the screen. 

Nobody has control 'pon heart as since the heart's already un-controlled since 'eons so no matter how hard efforts you put to give an platform to its beats, an obsolete heart has got its own way to get blown to the ridge of infatuation, sadistically. In simple words, today's youth's much involved into sex-thing so quite honestly, sex has overwhelmed people with.. self indulgence, resulting, they keep getting eaten deep inside by their own disgust of lies spoken to 'em by their own spirits. I dunno what keeps people lost behind the veil of darkness, but whatever it is, one thing's pretty sure, if you've no track to walk on, no purpose in life to chase on, you can never overcome the things you ever wanted to. As since i already mention, today's "youth" is much into sex thing so yeah having masturbation 24x7 is became their religion. 

(Wait.. what?)

yeah, today's youth's being diverted or i betcha should claim, has been distracted by the writhing analogies of life shown by the hallucination of illusive world. People, friends, lovers, gals, pals, lads and lasses and whatsoever... everyone got their own separate room to get spaced but funny it is, nobody nor the none's spaced ev'n in the arena of anyone's heart as since... everything's turned to emptiness. so yeah, everything's faded away ev'n the love as well, but not to the fullest, not exactly. Urgh... whatever. 

So, what i'm supposed to say is, people addicted to porn oft. wake up late nights and instead of doing something or anything creative and much so-called productive, they being used by porn as since their naive heart's followed by sinful films. So every night's followed by preceded by following day but i wonder, how the one can live his day fully if he's already lost in the addiction to pleasure? Pleasure could be of anything, it could be inhaling drugs, breathing cocaine, having masturbation, sex, lust and whatever pleases the body, completely from top to bottom as since... 

(i)

"... "there's no control 'pon heart... 

that's why sometimes, it's ecstatic so sometimes gone hurt

every time it's seemed sage, love loomed absurd

spirit lost its worth...

life passing by moments, time speeding up in hertz

previously, minutes would squirt. seconds disconcert

presently, the more i tryna get back to old-hood,

the more i divert gone failed being on the verge of life ain't revert

as since v'all be living in dirt -- the dirt of love stirred with yoghurt..."

(ii)

"... love strengthens your spirit but weakens you, whole

its should be witty, its sensations come off of your soul

whether it's hurtful or full of delight

the escalators of love be ecstatic thou' it ain't been polite

no matter how much you oblige, 

love ain't no chandelier but its chandelier world you oft. reunite

love hurts you once, you die in 'twix implications twice

if you're fallen in love, ecstatically you dwight

the pleasure of obsession has you swung with delight

whole night you sing a lullaby & when morn taps at your window,

you wake up & rub you eyes &  wonder, "Is that what's life?""

Chandelier Cities

"Cold breeze rustling
throu' transparent buildings;
a prime bat tryna soaring
throu' vanilla sky,
sun-baked trees crave to
get seasonal...
as since offbeat seasons keep passing on by.
The day's now ended
somewhere else it's 'bout to start
every morn has somethin' to be written...
... 'pon the black-parchment of night, blizzard.
Streets gone full of noises;
roads buzzed with horns
someone lusting so someone dying...
... every morn & night, the faith mourns.
Redlight streets stuffed with wickedness
wicked spirits stand the pain, aye
eh the brisk air rustled throu' chandelier cities
& naiveté keep flyin' by everyone's life."

Love Hurts

Sometimes life sucks
so sometimes it's worst
Life works on reality
not so called based on luv-luck
ah.. the poor heart
The more it peaks luv,
the more it's absurd;
for so, more am in need,
more am stubborn
sometimes i ask..
sometimes get asked,
"What's damn love?"
I turn the lights off, &
whisper, "luv is what damn hurts."

Distant Memories

Distant Memories

Loneliness's such a proactive thing that has me overwhelmed with its
capricious analogies of heart.
"sometimes, i'm sane...
so sometimes.. absurd. Nothing's
alive, the world gone ablurred.
what am i living for... &
for what i once used to live 'bout...
.. is what got me hurt.
I ain't no stubborn but... yes,
i been burnt in the embers, unburnt."
Only the memory left behind... stuck deep in my mind. Dreadful Past's gone-dead, perhaps...
dramatically, it's alive... just
by my side, i keep walking & dying.

"Darkness brings lonesomeness to
life. I go lost in Sevenoaks -- Seven
Constellations of Raven -- Night.
what once i used to live for is...
half in funeral & half hung 'twix my life...
My Loneliness -- The Frontline...
unprofessionally written in ..
professional way, though nobody
remembers the... storyline.
Even my heart has...
vague memories over the conceptualisation of its outline."
My Lonesomeness -- A Magazine...
sometimes it's read...
so sometimes... am dreamed.
Hey you my Loneliness, you be
such a thing that ever struck on me
in guise of phoebe's winds... but
oft. has me overwhelmed with the volume of distant memories, i sing.

Scribble #2

"Nothing stays for long...
as since the time's gone
whatever you've;
whatsoever you had...
is turned to memories, forlorn
lone spirit across empty room
humming like a fugitive bird..
..blown so far from his home
to the variations of worldly-norm
nothing's alive, nothing's dead
besides the timeless time that's being dread."

Scribble #1

A little wisp of grey
. . . may lead night to its cold-ashes
& when it comes to bold-reality,
even the love shows up dual phases.

First Rain Of Jan.

The first rain of Jan.

erupting deep down to drastic earth, 

I wake up in late mid-night

hoping to dance along its blizzard w/smirk

Sitting in my bed;

holding a pen in hand,

I jot down whatever hitting in my head,

The life not left as same as 90s

May be, ev’n the modernism’s supposed to gone... dread

The first rain of Jan.

falling deep down to administrative earth

I reminding the juxtaposition of homie-time in mind

& soothing the memories being stuck deep in my heart, mine

Everything’s gone.. 

thou’ the life still changedly-unchanged 

what remnant distinct is..

only the deception of world...

that seems to be shredded in the time of plague, untamed 

Well, the love un-shamed

i kinda enjoying fall of first rain of Jan.

it's cool to blow along its cascades,

but you know what... 

it's now going back to its paradise named "Eden" 

urgh.. whatever

am done with this shit. Hope you enjoying it! Ha!

(Last, whack.. whatever i gotta say is

i love rain thou' to make a clear-cut ending 

i gotta write... 

"'tis's the first rain of Jan.

29th/2016 - late-night, ugh, it's 04;10 A/M

Hope morrow'll bring more rain & snowfall to life

& oops, hope morrow the next day'll be shove up in sky, aww the raged sun so divine.")

***

Ps. 
It's Feb./10/2016, thou. Originally, i'd write this post in my #spiral-pad-notebook that's freaking hot & amazing to write in. I just had a ping in my head to drop the poetry out there so just yeah... 

".. but ah, it's Feb. now &
i've already written a shit called "The Tea & The Rain"
if you wanna take a look at that
then what're ya awaiting for? why don't ya get loosen up with wordy beckons, i bake...
it's artistically written in mah freestyle 
(as usual i write in time)
& with the pleasure of holy droplets fallen in mid-night at 02:10A/M/"
Urgh.. whatever ...
Just Check it out here:
http://frameuponthehearts.blogspot.in/2016/02/the-tea-rain.html

Unwanted Thoughts

"eh.. yo, Mia.. 

knock, knock," i knocked at her cave

"Mia.. "

"yo man, may be, she's sleeping

but ah, it's 10:15A.M

what she might be doing?

Meh.. Twerk...

you nasty daughter of your filthy hot mother, "  i sat on her stairs outside the room

Mia gone mad at me cause late night since me & she were drunk & having

a dance on floor, i zipped her down & slammed her real hard on the wall.

i dunno what people might be thinking of us two, but ..

..whatever it is, i took her to store-house &...

torn (ripped off) her tight-blouse. Urgh.. whatever... ignore it. 

Mia's Lady not an Object, however, every single time, i watch her walking on by me, 

my vulgarity goes reached beyond the region of seasonal time &...

as usual, having dusk get molested by the machinery effects of bdsm night,

..

"... the plumber i become having my slave Mia at slavery

the more i control myself not to slay her,

the more Mia meow at me with bravery 

it's no brevity but the theory of life, F-gravery

my vulgar heart reached at vulgarity 

& the mind being squirmed to have body numbed w/ no misery, belligerently.

Urgh.. whatever... 

"Mia... 

it's Ed, open the door

alright, i apologize for what i did last night

urgh, okay, am sorry for choking you down

but i know, you would want that.. won't ya?

(Pause)

15-minutes later,

Mia opened the door:

"You may achieve anything whatever you wish to, but sometimes,

you need to "Remove" the enchantments...

..of your "Unwanted-Thoughts" off the bank - the wicked canal - 

of your unzipped & banal mind, no matter how dulcet & pleasurably delight

moments you fantasize deep in your head..."

"..but Mia...," i startled

"Staaaap up!" Listen to the lady when she squirts

"Squirts?" i teased her

"Oh, you pervert mind & naturally flirt! Staaaup!" Mia pulled me inside the room & threw me on her bed. 

Later, she rolled down all ov'r the bed & helplessly, i drilled her more vulnerable than already a piece of vulnerability she loomed at the bay of night.

The next morn, she whispered something in my ear that got me thinking ov'r the church of love-lust, once again. 

She said, 

---

             "... your thoughts be the reason as well as the cause to your..

fruitful & fruitless days. Put your thoughts away & be the one you ev'r wanted to be. Don't let your dreams get damaged by the fort of ecstasy - the magnetism of what? Nothing."

"What the hell you twerking for?" I pushed her away off my chest

---

(Pause)

---- the next second, Mia gone disappeared. I woke up naked, rubbed my bare eyes & gave a slight slapping on the lap, "Damn!"

***

Say “NO” to your heart;

“NO” to your mind

but hey, “YES”, to your spirit

to have things divined.

Heart draws you to love

Mind leads you to lust

Spirit gone-flung-hung in ‘twix of life-burst

oh the poor me - being lost in doing shits, i en-thrust.

The lightening of thunder

I wonder, the world gone-under?

Scribbler, the universe is

& people - a loath of its banter

Your thoughts peak the heart’

Its analogies soothe wrecked mind

I cross the pathways of distraction

& along with me...

ev’n the whole world stroll ov’r the highway of lie.

Sin separates us from God

Infatuation drags heart to unwanted hopes

What separates fantasy from reality..

..is nothing but the analogies of buoyant thoughts --

The thoughts - on what you damn float

& under the pool; in the ocean, you swim nakedly, &

then later, in morn, you tremble in a search of your boat --

The boat of your life..

...that’s nothing more than just a hallucination, undisguised

& dramatically, it’s true,

The infatuation kills (-ed) your whole vibes.

Unwanted thoughts betray on your vibes;

cross the hallway of fugitive-ly dark-times

Exit your existed visions. Re-renter your life.

Savor the PRESENT rather.. getting devoured by your past, entwined

It’s must to follow the buzzer..

..that ignites or whatever like... testifies:

“Say “NO” to your heart;NO” to your mind

but hey,“YES”, to your spirit to have things divined.”

***

The Tea & The Rain

It’s 2:10A.M -- “My Blogging Time -- 
i heard a slight... a very slight
pit-pat-patter of humpty--dumpty rain falling up on my roof.
Its essence - the droplets - were seemingly...
knocking at the very window of my room stuffed with hardcore books.

(Hardcore? 
Do i mean "HARD-COVER"?  

Urgh... ignore it.)

"What’s it? Is it rain? Oh, c’mmon, it’s Feb. not Dec.
..how can it be so-called rain, but wai.. wait.. Is it really rai...?” 
i woke up w/.. having a ping of pangy thought in wangy head;
left the swanky bed; strolled around the floor;
removed the curtain off window;
looked outside the door & saw/felt & knelt whatever
the NATURE had to be shown...

“IT'S RAIN!” I threw my fist in the air, "I must get myself in gear," i said & entered the kitchen, brought myself a half cup of tea &
got me whole strewn all ov’r the pages...with words...
holding a pen in hand & having "The Tea & The Rain" behind mirrors.

~~Twerk~~

(Pause)
10-minutes later,

"Delizioso, tè mah buon sapore, l'uomo
(umm, mah tea tastes gud, man)...,"
i took a sip &..
would start up w/throwing the cane of my thoughts in words.

Hi Rain --- 

You stair/slip down the unbound sky in the phase of rain

I hoping to cleanse up all ov’r the ink of stained pain..

...with blotched napkin of your big-bang-bestowed droplets 

as since am wet & you so wetter than i accumulate-ly immaculate 

I awaited for you since long age

(may be, it’s that long since you were tropic & i enraged)

Time’s never been befriended with me. 

its theory un-chased... put me on much wait

but i’m damn glad... do appreciate that you just came

thou', i’m not the same as i used to be

nothing left as same as before as it's supposed to be

i’m utter lost amongst the juxtaposition of war/jealousy/fate-of-hate &...

...the feel-the-zeal of betrayal b/w people, in ‘twix of kaleidoscopic conflicts,

so when you come poured deepest down to earth, 

streamed straight to the bottom of hearts,

i feel.. am freed off everything having you at my doorway

oh ... "The Lady Of Literature", mind unlock-ing the thoughts' gateway

i removed, oh hell yeah, wiped off the curtain off my window-pane..

..having you pretty heard & your symphony listened to the world, mundane..."

(Pause... 
... the speed of falling rain goes slow--down
the night's half-spent, half'll go strewn at dawn)

Hi Rain ---
"... i know, you dunno have much time to listen to such craps.
you have to go &...
...get strewn ov’r the places with coldness whilst people being lost in naps
i hear, you ain’t out there anymore, i better shut the window-pane
thou' i still have a hope to meet you again
..especially when you’re lone, i forlorn &...
 ..us both're needed a company of someone who ain't being so mean to we, disdain."

***

& now the rain’s gone. It’s 03:10A.M & yeah,

the rain’s just gone.
At 2:10 it came, at 3:10, it's gone
05:10, soon will it be, & then later, it's dawn?
(Urgh... whatever... 
------------------- stupid rhyme... )

i cover the window with curtains but ..
wai... wait..
before i ev’n stop having my fingers dancing ov’r the dilemma of keyboard,
what do i see is ...
---
"the lightning sparked up in the spunk-sky” -- 
oh am reached half to the end of drunk-night"

(... am i grammatically 'ight?
urgh.. whatever..
----------------- stupid rhyme
blah.. blah... blah).

Seems, the stern rain riposting back to me,
un-huh, it is.. ev'n wittering back to me;
answering back to the sea-shells of my furrowed heart.
am getting linked up with strewn-rain again;
loosen up with everything whatsoever seems to be hooked up with fallen-droplets, oh man.

"Now i get sure, you hear me, listen to me &..
understand me whatever i have.. had to censure to you of people --
the world & the territory of trespassed-hearts. 
I still hear the roar of drizzling--grizzling dark-clouds as...
i descry... discern & behold the lightning goes lighten up with...
cold-untold, freezed-unfurled pleasure of its coldness, to what i devout...
---
"... oh the half cup of tea & cold-rain
sometimes, thoughts in so sometimes, am out
sleeping, weeding, lusting literature, resting at inn,
musically, i shout so sometimes.. being lost in censored crowd
oh the half filled, fully chilled cup...
... of tea gone empty, & the wet-time...yeah, the time-break-out,
but the Rain...
-----
03:59... 04:15... 04:55... mehh
  --- "sometimes, it goes, sometimes gets down
05:30... 
--- urgh
... 05:45 it's now, & am damn reached filthy-dawn."

***

___________________I Ain't Know What It Is_____________________

Biotch!

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