people and distance

As if , one night we’ll meet again
to sort ,to build, to curse;
as if, it’ll be the same
all over again!

The darkness returns every night;
the same bystanders
the same cravings
the same obsessions

yet drifted faraway
we battle hard, the two of us
to tear apart the bending claws:
biting our lonely ecstasies.

Empty sounds of nowhere

Unlike the fallen sage
beyond such torrid care
listening through the day
to empty sounds of nowhere!

Through the dying deserts he ran
Where mirage speaks for mirrors,
Within the deepest oasis of hope
men play chess with horrors!

wasted days get blown away
forgotten pains hide in dust
he sips the seas –from sandy goblets
with fingers draw curves of lust!

From one nowhere to another
From one such tale to a myth
that rolls on through wheels of time
cracking fire that burns beneath

The fire which they mistake as pain
the pain they have learned to fear
the fear which walks them through the roads
amidst such empty sounds of nowhere.

Technically yours...

ASL .. ASL…..
if you are real PM me

click the blue link to see me naked

click the black link to see me die…!

Yes! Die , my sweetheart..
You’ve heard right,
people die even today
graveyards haven’t closed down yet,

ASL please ,before I am cold:
No BOTS no links.. just speak!

Why don’t they speak?

all tongues locked,
no storm, no blizzard
no chaos on city streets

far away from propaganda:
beyond clasp of tough manifesto…

an erotic loneliness
face the unseeming face;
an ASL away from ecstasy!