Sunday, 28 August 2016

the dirt ov'r

i used to write erotic, vulgar & very romantic-cum-cheapest stuffs, but now am much into writing something real mature, sensible & worth reading including inspirational work. i might have been distracted off by today's wicked world but now i'm back to business.

everything's changed. and now the rest of the unchanged things really need to change. so am on it! working on #30daystutorials project which belongs to #selfrecovery of mind. hope it works... and i'll be sane again. will live my life in real not fakely.

what all i learned in from old cheap life is that..

"... the dirt begets more dirt. and very dirty soul would i become... just like rest of the others. life's very beautiful living. and it should not be wasted in pornography & masturbation. half of the world's already indulged into it, but it doesn't mean, you too have to be."

but now I need to change. restart things over to make life better living. let's do it. now the dirt has gotta be OV'R!! and I know will it b over soon! am the legend killer around here!

Saturday, 20 August 2016

courtesan connoisseur

and she said, "excuse me?"
i squeezed her
then licked her & flipped her
we both were a little bit amateur
whilst the night was primo mature
our immaturity pouted saboteur
"take me to bed," in 'tween that, she whispered
then i pushed her o' enthrilled her
vibrate her clit & fueled her
she filled my mouth...
with wot? with white some liquor
'twas liquoriced but coffee liqueur
nom yum hun, so yummiest cum
"make me cum again, my monsieur."
& disaster night i'd bring to her.
& licked her.
latter, i sipped her liquefied licker.
like a flick of flickered candlelight,
under the karvan of stars, i ripped her...
(that night)
she'd shy sigh smile. oh my my my.
her meal's what with white wine, I epicured.

life's not a race

no one teaches you what you get taught by your own. I see, there’re many coaching centres, classes or institutes that provide proper knowledge of things & make you overcome the barriers of life. some writing classes help you become better writer. some coaching institutes may help students crack competition exams easily with a help of little hard work.. & on & on…
..
… but in real, the truth of reality is, everyone’s running business… & business only runs on profit not with emotionalism. and profit got nothin to do with emotions so businesses mean fooling people around.

they make ‘em belive that you’ll crack exams with good rank if you start takin’ coaching classes from this or that institute, but once your amount is handed over to their hands, they hardly care of what you do there in class whether you learn or not, whether you attend regular classes or not, it’s none of their business. they only belong to money, & want warming their pocket with a good amount of dough.

one of my friends takin’ coaching class for about a year, but still she’s failed to crack any of the exam (s) she wants to. and when i asked her ‘bout the problem. she said, “they don’t teach right. even the students know much more than teachers… ”

latter, i replied, then why don’t ya leave… ?

“I’ve already invested or given a large amount of money to 'em. and if I quit, my money, my time that I’d spend, my year that I’d drop… everything will go waste in a trash of bin… and on & on,” she said with frustration.

also, she added, “.. I can’t even tell it to my parents about it 'cause… now it’s too late to.”

and here I come to understand & learn that the things can never be taught by teachers what you learn from your own.

coaching centres or classes are now seemed like a “vogue-euphemism” that incessantly indulging today’s youth or people so badly. everybody wants to achieve success so they keep moving after something they don’t even know of. they’re all in race… & keep following the trails of others. today, everybody is takin’ coaching classes & investing or, may be, wasting a very good amount of money in a hope to get better life but the reality is…

… no one can teach you what you get taught by your own. so stop getting fooled by the world. coaching inst. are and should only be taken as a guideline not as a medicine or a cure to every problem. take classes if u want to, but more importantly, put ur own hard efforts to breakthrough your dreams. your efforts are everything.. that u can even do staying at home or without going to coaching institutes keeping good material of study with you.

I have attended some classes back in the end of 2014 but I would hardly complete my session 'cause there what I would find is nothin’ but a crowd of people/students who were & are.. keep following what teachers makin’ 'em to. It’s more like a machine or kinda robotic work that students doin’ or running on the particular command based on “competition”. also, if you’re weak at any particular subject, u’re nicely crushed by others. teachers even hardly care of weaks students out there.

for ex. of all the subjects, my eng. was strong in that group but logical and analytical section was and is still so poor, resulting, I’d easily beat others at eng. but when it came to maths or analytical part, I was just an easy beat to everyone. I asked to others if they could help me at maths. one of the students did help but a few days later, he also turned his face off me.

I tried contacting him allot but … there was no luck!

that day I’d earn one thing that… everybody’s in race. noone is there to help you but demolish you easily once they knew your weakness.

so I stopped calling him.. even deleted his number from my phone. and never bothered him, afterwards. today, I see, check his online profile, it shows, he’s at a very good post & earning a very handsome salary…

… but me – still at the same place I ever been.

so what does that mean?

neither coaching inst. had whirled the wand on him nor nobody made me good at eng. he took classes for guidance but in real, he also put his own efforts to conquer his dream. I had taught myself eng. but would make a blunder mistake thinkin that… attending coaching classes are enough to improvise my maths… & getting job… done. no! it’s not.

again, the thing you learn by your own can never be taught by anybody else.

perhaps, I’d got a job back in 2015 not as good as his, but almost not that bad. I cracked the interview but when I reached at job place, I saw everything beyond expectations. i thought it was a bankin’ job but in real, it was quite a “retail” bankin’ job (related to marketing) where your work is to sale accounts or begetting accounts as many as you can. makin’ people make policies, convincing 'em to apply for life insurance policies to our bank and on & on..

… and if you’re failed at makin’ people convince or so called makin’ 'em FOOL around, your promotion is not so possible.

when I’d talk about it all to one of the managers of that bank & also, my roommate, he said, “ you can’t convince people if u don’t lie. once I had spoken the truth to one person, & he never came back to me again.”

“but what’d we get lying to people?” I asked

he smiled & responded, “nothin’.. but it’s all how business runs where u either save others or take yourself to the top.”

and I quit the job just 'cause i ain’t that good playing with innocent people’s life’s. may be, it’s cause I’m writer living, what you so- called, stupid #writerslife ?? perhaps, I believe, it’s worth living rather makin’ people fool around.


Don’t know, but whatever it is…

(i)
“.. once i’ve also been…
that wicked in past
now i no longer wish
to be the part of dwarf.”

(ii)
“I know, I lied to people
since I been a teen or child,
but childhood’s now gone
perhaps, it taught me what real life is.”

(iii)
“i’m living under the shadow
shadow belongs to past
I hate the world but wait..
.. do love you most of y'all.”

(iv)
“u’ll never listen to me
'cause u have to run ur life
the world’s very wicked
& it’s not ur fault if u…
… belong to bargained tribe-ry”.

(v)
“u all keep racing the race
but life ain’t no race,
open ur eyes, my friend
before It becomes too late.”

(vii)
“quitting is not bad
sometimes, u listen to ur heart
everything u love in all
is also designed to have to hurt.”

(vi)
“what u love the most
will be hated by you all,
I don’t say u get changed
but hey…
at least, listen to your heart.”

(vii)
“okay, I believe, u’re all in race
& keep fooling people around
I also can do this job
but my heart ain’t allow me to be unfairly astound get crowned.”

it’s all race. and cheating is must in it. I can also do the job. what all I have to do is… “To Kill Emotionalism”. and following the trail of others, but pardon to my self, I better choose quitting than keep living with the unsatisfaction of heart.

… it’s a race that people keep running around & if u come last at this race, nobody pays attention to you. so either come first or quit! I would choose to quit rather forcing myself to do what my heart never allowed me doin’ so… 'cause neither i’m nor wish to be a part of that race that make me stabbing my own dignity in my own eyes. be remembered: “life’s not a race… but a journey that should be walked easily not abruptly.”
perhaps, it’s also true… “some says, life’s a race so some claiming, life’s journey I wonder, what’s purpose of life… if it ain’t no full of mystery mysterious world y'all living in miserable soul y'all become I tell ya, life’s really not a race but WE all running it undone.”

wrecked time

the life becomes just a piece of trash when everything starts eating you up alive & every moment you once loved so lovingly gets turned to the misery, you confine… in wrecked time. so it’s better and worth doin something productive & so called “realistic” for life before it’s too late even to… survive.

be courageous

nothing is impossible in life, if you have some courage to conquer the trail of your dreams. I know, things are & will always be quite harsh in the journey of life, but have to get a control on mind & arrange the rein ‘pon writhing heart not to get yourself dwelled to something dark that utterly belongs to your past.

lifespan

quitting is not that bad, but sometimes… it has capacity/tendency to make y'all habitual of quitting [on ov'r] things, incessantly in lifespan which further turns you addicted to something that ruins you whole.

“we’re all addicted to something that ruins us all.” -Lenah (Twitter: @RedLenah)

Lenah is freebie writer from Bangladesh who writes what she’s capable of: “Poetry.” and the above quote is written by her that will make people think on or understand their life once again before it’s too late to.

parasitic mind

as long as you don’t have control on your mind, your mind has control ‘pon your thoughts… & thoughts always rule your body.

sometimes, a person’s will can be more stronger than his own selfish & sinful consent, & he can be the master of his own mind, perhaps, he’s oft. hallucinated in the turmoil of momentary pleasure nev'r let him ov'come his foolishness or sinful consent with something valuable of his will, resulting, he sinned. so takin’ a charge on mind is must to make life better living rather living everyday ordinarily.. with the same crap of parasitic mind.
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self-note

whether it’s private or public, I can’t be a well polished writer doin’ 9:00 to 5:00 job at bank. I can’t achieve the destiny of life if I’m already being so stuck in ‘tis hallucinatory world. I must reset my mind. & make a set proper mind set if I really want to live the purpose of life that’s not money but true (inner) peace of heart. money is a not that bad though.

is travelling must to be a proper or perfect writer? I guess so, perhaps, I hate travelling. so, may be, there’s things needed to change now.

question to self

I’m failed to put down my exact thoughts unto the sheet of peeled papers just ‘cause either I’m very poor at literature or don’t know how to play with “thoughts” . so it’s always a barrier to me to work out such things around, & the question to me, how can I be so native at language that’s so complex but foreign?

Friday, 19 August 2016

blackout memories

i don't wanna visit my past
but still do i re-visit it ev'ry night
i don't wish living out there anymore,
perhaps, still am i escorting my life...
to somewhere, offshore,
or may be, toward something
i don't know much 'bout,
what all am i so aware of is...
memories're merely a blackout.

flashout world am i breathing in
oblivion soul i become?
the world i once used to live in
is now turned to a dirt of slum
& the dirt has ruined sage purity
into very sinful soul we're all turned
only the disturbance is left behind
& yes, along with, we getting regularly burnt.

the lost respect

the respect that i've had once in own eye
gone washed away now
in the ashes of cold, i cry.
nothin' left behind anymore...
to walk, live to survive along with anymore
whatever have i had left of me...
gone ditched by thy in life, i remorse.

Tuesday, 9 August 2016

Vogue Euphemism

i lift you up overnight, love you hard till sunlight
dawn got nothin' on mere dusk
per i gyrate the morn to susceptible moon-night
& then you get panegyrized, do smile...
watchin' us both half naked in bed by side
so young but old...
quite old in young on love & wrecked, unpriced
i sense your nerve; orgasm organized 
volcanic eruptions burn deep inside your heart, caramelized
your instinct feels the passion i bring that to you, my love, certainly eulogize
& your warmed i breathe it wot right 
you wrap me whole in, then i twist you & twitch you, we bite. 
you open your legs, i kiss your sharp "eyes"
then lick your naked thighs
so white & fine & fair lookwise in looklike 
i eat it all what you serve me damn good;
drink martini your wine that ev'n i should
you scream quite loud, or may be, you're high
absolute pleasure you want, analeptic addiction i crack, & we cry 
you exhale my breath, i inhale your rife
insidiously hard & stimulating, Machiavellian strokes, i ram, & you sigh
 i hit you like a rock, & you get pierced, but... the pleasure with plain's what you painstakingly survive.

blame on the world

And she says, she’s been ached
since the day she ain’t no sage
i dunno whata tella her
i reply, “even the world’s just mazed”
& you ain’t the one in that
so stop being sad & hummed
life’s meant to be lived
but you ain’t even loving it, miss cum
i ain’t gon’ bother you writing texts
now it’s you who getting on my nerves,
just get off my way, I say, goodbye
‘cause i hate people who’re always ??

ps. everyone has their own problems in life so they keep dealing it all day by day, & if not so, they finding the way to make things right, perhaps sometimes, it’s all outta controll but it doesn’t mean you start overreacting on the situation rather doing response. don’t react. give response & make it all smooth going.

stop blaming on life if things ain’t go right. you been the destroyer of ur present & you can only be the healer foe your future. so fix things right besides always living under the shadow of darkness.

9 August, 2016

ps. i all messed up with Shweta yesterday so wrote this shit the next day. Shweta's completely dump and gone frustrated of her life so i don't think, it's worth dealing with her anymore. she's a complete crap. how can i forget that in college days, she wasn't even that intelligent. she used to hang out with "ajay" and it might be true, he had already fucked her up. 

"why would i be talking to her now on whatsapp if i know i never gave a damn 'bout any of girl in college days?" 

i just realized that shit when we all messed up due to a little conversation. but thanks to god, everything happens for a reason. i learned something of value from there. and now i'm back to reality.

the untitled script

it’s worth ignoring people who’re even already ignored by their own true self. i happen to know, sometimes, we don’t know what exactly we want or doin’ in life & for what. we just keep following the trails of others without having any particular goal to life, resulting, we’re being lost in our own. despite understanding and accepting the truth, we’re all embracing our own lies – the lies we’re all surrounded with around the world. but where these lies come from? it all come from ??

satirically stained

love can either be a healer for life
or can be a destructor to your whole world. I’m being stuck in such miserable issues of heart that further weakling my soul. might be, i’m hurt. with absurd mind i keep living in this categorical universe across the valley of satirically stained ???

sinner ministry

life’s being laced
love’s gone traced
heart lamenting on poor world
but the world’s doomed engaged…
… with the pleasure of love nights,
& tears galloping the piece of love
whilst the soul’s being mayhem…
under the ridge of unabridged hove
the pleasure that we once got
.. is now tuned to addiction to crime
sinned… we’re all become,
perhaps, sinister becalled our life
& in the church of real love
sinful lectures we’re taught…
via sinned ministry, undivined.

Shadow Of Regret

And, you only come to scrutinise the pain that how it feels when it gets encountered by your own heart. It’s very easy to hurt others, & lie to everyone you meet throughout the life, but when it comes to real you, no you can’t even bear the shadow of your own regret that certainly follows you up whereever you go.

Darkness…
keeps following me around
nowhere to hide
I’m prisoner in my own
konvict soul do i owe
dunno how to repay it back
my past been full of lies
& tropic present - Shadow Of Regret.

Ps. Your past follows you, no matter if you’re already done with it.

Darlington Past

It’s no bad missing past, but sometimes, it’s worth buryin’ it deep down ‘neath the funeral of gone time. What all do I learn from life is that the life’s very suspicious, perhaps, way sophisticated… as well ev'n besides being so coiled with fascination. We survive it right but never live it better, just ‘cause… most of us are being so lived under the shadow of darkness gotten by Darlington past.

vague brime

August/7/2016! 01:30am, Sunday

we don’t know what exactly we be goin’ through. being so lost in the dilemma of ‘tis world, we’re gone utter confused ‘bout the journey of own life. day gets started off with anew lit of morn, but we’re laid unto the shades of past night. time’s pretty gone, perhaps its memories oscillating across the valley of wrecked mind. on contrary we’re being forgotten in the wonderland & wondering: “what’s exactly the purpose of our life?” – damn the youth of today seemed to be so lost in the dexture of vague brime.

Rant

i’m afraid to say, but the truth is, we all learn from mistakes, perhaps, sometimes we don’t. life’s blank chapter that we gotta fill it with hope. hope is not option but one real nice choice. we must write down own destiny by hand, no matter if it bites.

alice in wonderland was just a dream or her fantasy, but she made it all true. your dreams be like that fantasy that you gotta chase down in hue, perhaps, it’s not that easy as easiest it may sound, you only gotta take initiate for not being so lost but to be crowned.

the state of mind

“mind keeps fighting my heart
my heart gone stuck in quarrel w/ mind
being so lost & confused in own
i guess, i forgetting living my life
life’s meant to be-lived
the purpose of life should i find
success comes to those who reach dreams,
no matter how far they… lie
i shan’t waste my life on regretting things
i once loved but today, i denial
it’s just a real estate – the state of mind
that sometimes shows me…
what’s already buried in past & no longer alive, by side.”

ps.
“so get yourself in gear… 
& keep your homie dreams alive
life’s one won’t give you ‘nutter chance
to live what’s gotten to you in time.”

Wednesday, 3 August 2016

gone innocence

life’s no game,
but being so stuck in the addiction to erotic-pleasure,
we’re all gone insane
sanity has walked on by feet
& poor innocence blown to ‘nutter coast-lane.
like an ash of cigarette,
we ditched life in the mist of wisp
whatever we have or had in hands
is blown away somewhere beyond the ridge
yes, we flushed out our true self;
have lost our respect in own eyes
nothin’ seemed to left behind anymore
except dark ashes, worldwide
life’s really no game
but we play it like the same
now the innocence’s gone into ashes
& we embrace the wisp of grey.

wonderland

always wondering what life is about
if it’s a journey or…
just a race in strangled crowd?
sun’s no moon,
moon can nev'r be friends of sun
what light brings to cheerful sky
the night takes it back, i stun
so i must say,
every night is same as before
and every day appears so gloomy as past
not sure whether life should be a dream or nightmare…
that we living without loving at last.

the wrecked world

and the bitter truth of sweet life is: we’re all living under the shadow of bitten misery that further has us all lost in our own. being a primal survival of such melancholy past, i’ve been come known for darkness. and what all i resonating from such dark leaf’s of drunk nights is, following the autoerotic pleasure of dulcet delight, we’re being procrastinated & incessantly putting things off to morrow just for makin’ a new way makin’ excuses to oneself… which further costing our life so bad, but reality’s not darkness that we keep trudging throu’, it’s something else that we’re being addicted to… “and what we’re so addicted to?” – to fascinating, pleasurable & sexsual things that stimulates the frequency of caramalized heart, increasing oozing appeals & putting us all to the extreme of… masturbation, resulting, we being numbed! whether it’s day or night, yes, we’re always being numbed & gone habitual to watching porn, & taking long craps, in today’s modern but so reluctantly wrecked world.

ps. we’re all destroyed by our own.

prime misery

being so lost & confused
in the misery or darkness,
i have lost my true self
in pilgrims of loneness
nothing appears as similar as before;
none left same as before
my life blown time gone altered
& me being laid so lone on the floor
no, you’re not.. same as you’ve been
something happened to this world
& we all flickered by one pleasure of ecstasy
i happen to know…
anything’s good as long as it bridges limits
ev'n the world can be a cause to your life
if you meet erotica in the interest of love digits
fun becomes habbits
your habbits turn to addiction
addiction eats you alive deep inside
& wraps you whole in dark dipiction
then, your thoughts become your killer
& mighty killer be your cascaded words
everything lefts behind even the innocence
when your step into the wickedness of worlds
and something like that happened to me
i lost my true self in the valley of misery
winds rustling throu’ my hair
its breeze kissing morn glee
clouds keep hunphing up ov'r the sky, as always, perhaps,
me here wandering in enigma;
holding beer;
& drinking wine of my past memories
everything’s shattered…
… even my whole life broken down to knees
may be, i’m gone too far;
known much about ‘tis world
& it’s been a cause to prime misery.

harsh reality

the best time of life is when you be in sleep… so far from reality, but absolutely way lost in anew world – the world where hardly the thing’s real. what all i come to understand of this life is that… it’s very harsh, dark & ssometimes, it’s ev'n full of hallucination, and half of this world’s being sunk into its vibes for no reason.

Monday, 1 August 2016

dejavu

i'm a fuckin' writer
writing shits be my need
i breathe words & taste thoughts..
to survive 'nutter day...
at what my past beep.
everythin' turned to memory
ev'n the age prime,
what's left behind is enigma
with bitter truth in bitten life
so penning down real words
& keep raping peeled pages be counted
in momentary pleasure overnight...
the least for a while
perhaps,
long lasting satisfaction of heart i want
but it's seldom found...
or merely astound to the scrunity of fuckin' writer's life.

dilemma of life

neurological treatment i ain't want
psychatrist help i ain't need
the world gone turned to holographic zone
& my life -- two way street.
i lost all directions;
forgotten what was i 'bout
what i oft. used to be in past...
is only left in words i shout out.
how fast the life gone changed
how furiously the world blown wicked
i only want my true happiest self back
but i fuckin' wonder,
"how can i ev'n be what i never been?" shit!
it's the dilemma of life i passing throu'
the dexture of love being forgotten by me
hate's what reminant in corridor
& depression.. so hanging around door knob, ironically.

self depression

being so lost in depression,
i've lost my true self
somewhere in dark misery,
every night comin' after
same ol' day..
.. & carrying the catastropic loaf of unforbidden past history --
the history that i don't belong to anymore
yet its darkness overwhelmed me badly
everyday getting start-up with shine
but to me,
it's still a texture of misery ---
konvict self depression...
in which i'm utter sunk
& life half numbed with nausea perfection, imperfectly.