connoisseur of hearts'

i'm connoisseur of hearts'; 

will block you somewhere deep in my heart;

will take you to the ride of hell in one cell;

& arch your body in flames, pastel.

in one damn touch, your breath i'll snatch;

warmth will i fetch 

there's no-way to hide from me, my love

my infatuation will nev'r gonna be d-detach.

so would it be better, feed me, my love, on lone nights'

i'll chew you from top to bottom; 

rip ya outta your breath damn alive

the curtains will fall; red roses will rise;

bracelets go shattered. i'll drain your body with prize. 

i'm connoisseur of hearts';

will abduct your soul in no time. 

you may hide? so hide, my love, as long as you can 

i'll snatch you, & catch you, & hack you then.. 

smack you THE WHOLE...  till the end of night-mayhem. 

& then, i'll turn your body dang wild;

will bring you damn down at very sword-point

the death you'll be wishing to embrace, my love

but i'll be keeping you... 

half squirm, half numb till the climax, we fife

"ciao, ciao, mia, come esta?"

latter, the night, our palms will hi-five

i'll hold you from wrists

then press you deep down & your hips

the mattress will bounce so will you, my love

i'll prioritize you f-first of all things above.

enigmatic love

world... full of berries.
gardens blessed with cherries.
the love be... more like fairies
& lovers go pinned in diaries.
their dairies be nev'r read...
neither will they be ev'r read,
love's more like enigma
that leads THE path half dead.

dejavu

time's not in my hand 

if 'twas, i'd be its friend 

not sure, how’d i treat it, 

but definitely, it had my command. 

i'd run it the way exactly i wished 

may be, i'd revert it back; & not been dissed. 

off we go! 

damn, i'm pissed. the life's one gift 

we ain't live it right, & certainly, we miffed. 

& it's all the state of mind 

that we keep living throu', 

if i really had some rein on time, 

it'd nev'r be an end of me nor would i bid you adieu.

untitled (2-versions)

ist version:

no-one stays the same
as before
thoughts're time machine
& our mind its front - door
memories stay inside
but poor people dang ignored
may be, 'tis called life
that we spend in havin' thing restored.
till the age 1-9
everyone's sophomore
& as time flies on by,
some of us go lost in booksstore
'cause... our thoughts're time machine
& the mind... its fledged front door.

iind version:

"no-one STAYS the same (forever)
LIKE before
thoughts're time machine
& the mind its front-door.
memories STAY inside
perhaps, poor people BEING ignored
may be, it's called life ---
the life we SPEND IN FAITH, &
EXPECTING... having THINGS' restored.
till age 1-9
SATIRICAL STUDENTS STUDY as sophomore (rebellion)
& when the time flies on by,
(when the time comes; flies on by.. )
(o' yeah, as time... PASSES by)
some of us get lost in OLD booksstores'. (memories of past)
but in that,
no-one STAYS the same FOR LONG
thoughts're time machine
& our mind its... more like full fledged front-door."

salvation

& she calls me sir
i bectha address her ma'am
slavery's what brings obsession
for that,
the salvation, us two thief's sham.
i take her in tight corner
& listen to her scam
she strips down herself for me
& i neutralize her at virginia ham.
her skin, & my body;
our feet at dark lobby,
& behind that laced curtain
us two dance in parallelogram.
& latter, she calls me sir
i say, "cìao, c™mè stà, madamè
isn't salvation what you're so obsessed with?"
slavery i have at mercy with a little slam.

sigh & smile

you lean your face

into the bowl of my hands, & blush

i kiss your chin. 

hearts beat. we blush. 

the night stands silent so do we, my love

you wrap your arms

around my neck,

& i get my face so lost  

in your hair with crush. 

soon the time call two bodies to bed. 

seconds pass on by minutes, 

minutes start giving goosebumps with a rush

& then... 

one step up. one step down?

i step in. you step back;

& then you look down to the floor with a fleck -- O' FOF -- fleck of flush. 

i pick you up in hands;

stride ahead

& put you down on my bed. 

you switch lights off;

turn my body on... 

with the same sigh & smile once you had me plush.

& soon the veil of drunk-en night... 

cover the sky, we lush

i drill you, enthrill you & fill you with pain,

you spike my body with pleasure, & us two rule the game.

ps.

when the night brings you love,
love feeds you on your hearts',
the heart got nothin' to do with faith
so us all being sunk... 
into the pleasure of hate.
when the hate gets turned into dominance,
something dangerous we might do,
yes, when the night covers the sky with darkness,
us all do something... 
that made us dancin' without shoe.
that's what we all much into... 
now-a-days... 
never so polite. hardly so gentle, lushing-birds two.

elitè

02:25
20/sep/2016!

siting around the corner of tree
loving each other from head to L-feet
we watch the sun go down the hill
& wait for moon come up to meet
stars're sprawled ov'r the sky with elitè
lights're flickered across èlm street
standing behind the cloak of leaves
yes, we exchange some kisses, indiscreet
parajumble words do we share & split
our mouth loose breath; tongue taste mincemeat --
so sweet, & spiced, & fleet replete
we share more love; get lazy on it.

confliction

i choose mind
ov'r matter.
my heart
skips no beat
but mouth...
chit chat chatter
my thoughts'
slip down in words
but oft.
do i shatter...
esp. when i
choose
my mind ov'r matter
success's long
go ahead
& i know
am 'bout to
find my ladder
superficial nature's
what
i represent
to biopic world
or to me --
or me being madder
but sometimes,
i feel flatter
or rather get
dang flattered...
with some
things that i
swing around...
round... & round...
on my surround
that
come to
make me smile
in the sinful manner
hush... hush...
may be,
it's nature call,
& i shan't be
no sadder
sometimes,
the heart's well
molested by
its own beats
& at the moment,
after moment...
ov'r & ov'r again
with the
pang of bloody pain...
in the
name of
incapacitate memories,
i recall the
time that
i once had her
now what ---
i choose mind
ov'r matter
time's bloody gone,
perhaps,
the scars keep
conflicting
like dark weather
oh such mental conflictions
i'm in
that being lost..
& searching
something that
does really matter
perhaps,
my heart
skips no beat,
certainly do i
remind
everythin' that
tit-tat-tatter-ed
o' yeah, i'm being
now shattered
or may be,
a lil' bit splattered
yeah,
i choose my mind
ov'r matter
poor thoughts
take me
down
& then...
ol' memories
come to scatter.

ps.

the memories do now scatter

i sit down on my couch

& hope to feel damn better

but nothin' seems to matter

unless, i find my ladder.

vaporized humanity

02:40
sep/18/2016!

days turned into memory
memories keep running ov'r my head so fast
sometimes, the world's cryptic to me
so sometimes, i'm being dazed to broadcast
things be now quite changed with time
time had nothin' to do with iconoclast (s)
perhaps, the ethics are being adhered
& now i witnessed, witted people unsurpassed
i can't teach 'em anything
first i have to scrut myself at last
humanity's being vaporised in the air
& people overly educated with... in flabbergast
the hurt we receive in the light of parcelled love --
the love we love's being... outcast
outraged status of heart's being revealed
that's been concealed across its beats comcast
as now, the years are gone, things're stoned
memories unboned, & nights transformed...
into half apocalypse of tis apocalyptic world,
humanity being vaporised in the air
& the clouds of love are being adhered.

crazy us

17th/sep/2016!

love makes people crazy
it's though love that keeps 'em sane
sometimes, it's more dazy
sometimes, it's more like maze.
stupid things we do in love
love's no stupid,
though we look like the foolish one
foolish things we live through life
sometimes we... happy so sometimes we cry
but in that...
most valuable lessons we learn overnights'
pain segregate peace from soul
hearts' get tormented into hands' bowl
time never stays the same in that,
crazy us we are in world, i bet.

pink

11:00am…
monday morn… sep/19/2016!

today, i come to read a very most valuable thing of life that, i believe, every humankind should understand, & follow the trademarks’ of it.

it’s ‘bout PINK.

well, quite frankly, i ain’t know the exact meaning of it, but since past a few couple of days, i’ve been reading/following Mr. Amitabh Bachan’s blogs. he daily posts something valuable to be read, something that makes us readers feel relaxed, comfort & generous. one of his new movies is now released on 16th.sep.2016, which’s PINK…

i didn’t know what exactly the PINK is, but today… in morn, i revisit his blogs in a hope to see & read something valuable. and indeed it is true, a very generous thought of reality as well as the most valuable lesson of life do i learn from there that’s definitely belonged to PINK & preceded by the motto…

“..  when she says No, you STOP!”

what a generous & most valuable lesson of life he’s rendering to us all new generation esp. to the YOUTH of today to be the real men.

retrieve

05:45
sep/18/2016!
sunday dawn…

what all i happen to know from the world & its dark analogies is that our wants are very much highly proactive than the needs we have towards things, & when such alluring & so infinite wants becomes more necessary to be fed than our needs, only the misery is what we find in the stand of ecstasy, but undisguised.

and it’s also true,
“… life really becomes too itchy to be lived esp. when we forget the worth of living or being lived.”

so i believe, sometimes, we have to take some time to re-think once again ov'r the scenario of one’s needs & our wants to ‘retrieve’ oneself from such life’s itchyness if we really craves for longing peace, 'cause… the peace isn’t found outside anywhere else around but in the deepen state of one’s own mind. we only have to take a relaxed moment to work on, & think… what we “want” and what we really “need” to get life (success) in gear.

forgotten world

07:25
Sep/17/2016!

being forgotten by un-forbidden past;
flawlessly, chewed & eaten by dark life,
i ran to chase the trail of mid-dreams'
but for dreams, "what exactly me hath to find?"
in the search of lights' & peace,
inner voice had something to speak
but the mind had us thee choked,
& the heart in chest felt mobbed & sobbed
the spirit would feel very dumb & numb
methinks, life would just show me trumps'
but in the name of love & lights...
LOL - the love of laughter, i met in time
& then, being so drained & soaked & robbed..
by some theories of faith & hopes',
unforbidden past is what i'd embrace
in the name of forgotten world that i'd chase.

tossed love

not sure where my life takin' me to
i'm half alive human,
half dead gone imbued...
with the color of discolor-darkness on night,
time teaches me many lessons,
but i"m untaught by own life.
and...
with unstable mind,
i keep walkin' down maniac streets
love's being tossed, i see,
like a coin i there spending on commodities.
what heart's now become --
a brothel of loves,
& in the name of it,
what all we witnessing -- "love hurts".

life trailer

life makes you bad 

but also teaches you as it would 

it can turn you into evil 

but also helps you being good 

many kinda people will you meet in life; 

a hundreds of souls will you unrevealed with truth 

perhaps, how you want to hypnotise own time 

is specifically found in the fountain of youth 

you often get distracted; 

i know, will you be no same 

life's capable of teaching untaught lessons 

that belongs to uncaught pain 

'cause... what all i happen to know "by" life is: 

"life makes you b-bad, 

but also helps you being good 

it can turn you... evil, but also holds your hand as it would.

sleuth

i do write the whole novel on your 

sadistically naked; dangerously baked &

perfectly packed body;

but will never ev'r let anyone read it at all, my lady. 

every page of your life do i fill; will drill

with an ink of my love, or may be,

will stain the holiness of your soul, very badly. 

what you're to me -- just an enigma!!

what i'm to you -- a figment of mind

allow me to be at your service 

& let me have the pleasure of yous this night

i prepare my every new script on your raged body;

re-edit it later right after not having you so soppy

my words're being drained by your pleasure

half dead, half alive, half conscious, or may be,

fully dreaded.. i am... but in your love

that makes me feel very poetic. so what should i call myself ---

a potter? real stalker? or mr. highlight reel groper --

crime branch highly authorized detective --

mr. sleuth... of your written-yet-unwritten poetry?

yes, overnight, i write whole new novel on your body

but it's certainly true, will never ev'r let anyone read it at all, my lady.

dignity uncrowned

being so lost in darkness

i keep finding the virtue of truth

the castle of lies i embrace in time

whilst the world rescuing the fountain of youth.

something, i know, is doomed behind

[my innocence] 

may be, it's nev'r found,

being so lost & frost in olè freedom o' farness

yeah, yè methinks muì dignity uncrowned.

everything happens for a reason

so i guess, what's occurred i opt. for good,

yet, still being so lost into hać wisps of darkness,

now i admiring admiral lies, me sleuth,

in the stand of bitter-sweet truth.

never learnt

when'll i learn from mistakes.

my mistakes're fugitive

but more like

a bunch of sour grapes

or may be,

half rotten yè ol' page

that oft. i fill, & refill;

do drill every moment

i'm dead-gone engaged...

with ecstasy, ablazed.

& latter,

i'm wondered,

what's happiness for sake?

is it for something..

unbought from stakes --

like the shares of real estate? 

or something belonged to one's fate?

i don't know,

what's it all 'bout, but i'm sure,

it's more like elite flake

'cause, love's sold around

but we'all frustrate...

& when i ask you

the reason,

you say, "we don't know why's that." 

i tell you the answer

that we captivate

"we're all "being-humans"... 

& oops! 

humans do mistakes 

but hardly learn anything of value 

ev'n from poor aches." 

konvict me

on nights, i sit alone...
with a pen in a hand
& some papers on land.
do write some things
till the beginning of end --
the end of my night
with the beginning of morn
holding a pen in a hand,
yè i sit lone.
thoughts enter my mind
then exit my life
with the beginning of day,
i yearn for the light.
but see, the night comes.
& i wonder, if it "cums".
such misery of life i know...
keep passing through,
sometimes, it's me.
& sometimes, it's who.
my dreams're being shattered,
will they get imbued?
like a wisp of the night,
i have feelings dejavu.
in the lit of first dawn,
oh jesus, i'm blue! so sad. & gloomy.
half lost... confused.
may be, i'm none but konvict accused.

ps.
we're all konvict of.. to our soul
nothin' can change us but thine overall,
perhaps, we need no change
change's terrible. & trouble unchanged. 
the more we long to change,
the more we sunk in pain.
& when we stop chasing things around,
yeah... sometimes, we find oneselves being lamed.

city lights

perhaps, being so lost in darkness, 

i look searching for light 

darkness, my home 

& i live the night. 

i know can be happy 

though i live sad. 

life's one journey 

that i walk dead. 

& many things do happen... 

in the journey of life, 

being so lost in darkness, 

sometimes, i long to searching for lights'.

i'm being lost in the world -

the world overwhelmed with love.

being so flickered by shine

i see, poor pigeons being glittered by dove.

freedom's all that one wanted. 

what he got deception in return,

sometimes, i'm being lost in suchlike city lights

& wondered: "when's it my turn?"

{being so lost in city lights,

i'm being lost in the search of.. "what's love?"}

"is it the pleasure or pleasure with pang?"

"is it worth money or pain in love-game?"

love being sold out in the corners, you slain

so sometimes, i'm wondered 'bout the meaning of my wonderings', disdain. 

perhaps, being so lost in darkness, 

i look searching for light 

darkness, my home 

& i live the night. 

i know can be happy 

though i live sad. 

life's one journey 

that i walk dead. 

& many things do happen... 

in the journey of life, 

being so lost in darkness, 

sometimes, i long to searching for lights'.

***

ps.

it's good be forgotten; 

bad to be remembered

life's one roller-coaster ride

sometimes, we hired, so sometimes, we rendered;

sometimes, we laugh-ed, so sometimes, we cry-ied

sometimes, we enjoy-ed, so sometimes, we lie-d;

sometimes, we grin-ned, so sometimes, we smile-d

perhaps, being so bewildered, bewitched & "B-Graded"

with pleasure,

we're all being so dried, drained, & disdained...

by the glitterings' of city-lights.

need

i need you;
keep calling you ov'rnight.
only the fragrances
of yous
left behind
& the clinking
of iridescent bangles
echoing round & round around of my life.

i'm completely feeling
incomplete
without you;
so
broken, shattered & being
shackled
in my own house of memories,
i'm none without you.
you once
took me to lights
but
i chose mischievous lies
[then you gone]
&... now i'm being
lost
in dark nights.
come back again
&... take me back to my life.

i need you;
keep calling you overnight,
only the fragrances
of yous
left behind
& the clinking of
iridescent
bangles keep echoing
round & round around of my homeless life.

fallen angel

things're now changed quite

nothin' left behind nor time

neither i'm yours nor you mine

past been dark, now my present entwined

yes, the things be now changed quite

nothin' left same as before it's been once a long while

once i've been rage, so naive

but now the innocence sss... ss... strine

success was deceptive, perhaps the deception was mine

i lived thro' the moment, though negotiated living my life

now the time's gone... 

& with such haitus chasm, 

me being prehistorically vieux jeu in caliginous nights'.

still do i remember, 

the opportunites were prime, fortune'd nev'r bite, 

my destiny was vogue, but now ev'n the fate australopithecine.

everythin' gone extinct... 

somewhere behind the veils of mayhems 

& along that, my success gone declined 

the truth's now unmasked 

ersatzed-mask un-revealed the virtue, shall i cry

nothin' can i do to bring things back around;

can't fix things right

'cause now the things're quite changed 

& me alongwith my fallen dreams be more like... fallen-angel, fallen off cloud-nine.

ps.

tried to laugh out loud at past

sorry, couldn't i be more drunk,

neither can i alter nor perish... 

yo the things that already being bummed

i know i lit the cigar...

with the ashes of its wispery-humd-hum

tenebrosity was i much drained into,

perhaps, there was something more... that had me utter numbed.

gone goodness

you can't be good to everyone 

neither can be that bad to all 

i'm no fond of friends anymore 

neither have i been so at all. 

some knows me by my past 

some understands me by my present 

i do care for both, perhaps.. 

the lessons of life be now vacant. 

and it hurts allot, 

when past comes appeared before eyes 

your virtue turn to lies 

& yo smiles go lost in silent-cries. 

waters got nothin' on tears 

so i drink 'em all to get numb 

adulterously, being fallen in wickedness 

o' yeah baby, i forbidden what's love. 

cause... in the journey of life, 

the game of love, we all play 

& when it comes to hurt, 

our heart's one to be... in grey. 

I played that game once, & now... 

the ashes of its memories be what left behind 

my fun gone turned to addiction -- 

the addiction that indulged us deep inside. 

it's a signal of gone goodness -- 

the goodness i once lived around, 

now the thing're all changed 

but me being the same dang lone in own town. 

ps.

I must learn to laugh at past 

& forgive me for what I done,

her hate shan't be d cause to my misery

'cause my misery is what i already drunk,

perhaps, still am i so undrunk

but in d worry of... my lost stardom.