It ends here... something that started on a whim... the desire to write... no longer as strong...
I thank all of you who tolerated my feeble attempts at writing. Thank you for encouragement. Thank you for all your support...
I wish you well...
Cheers...
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Thirsty...
Back in the days when the sun was at its brightest, life reflected the brilliance of sunshine and the soul sparkled with innocence - Back then I embraced darkness.
Brightness was stark and darkness was lush. Darkness was many hued, layered with curiosity, throbbing with the passion of sin and blessed with a deep dark voice of manhood.
Innocence, relatively, seemed effete and boring.
I dived into the depths of darkness. Far away from the reach of light.
Who needs light? Who needs sight... when there is blindness... and blindness can be… Exhilarating. Thrilling. Powerful. Magical.
Ah! To sell the soul in a whore-house frequented by deaf blindness. Darkness raping the soul with insane fervor and to the sound of buzzing psychedelia. Darkness and the soul creating devastating devilish dark hued fabric to dress life up for the night life in the moon light.
My fangs. Are drawn.
My wings. Are spread
I hunt. My love.
Your windows. Are they open tonight?
If yes. Lets drink to it…
Brightness was stark and darkness was lush. Darkness was many hued, layered with curiosity, throbbing with the passion of sin and blessed with a deep dark voice of manhood.
Innocence, relatively, seemed effete and boring.
I dived into the depths of darkness. Far away from the reach of light.
Who needs light? Who needs sight... when there is blindness... and blindness can be… Exhilarating. Thrilling. Powerful. Magical.
Ah! To sell the soul in a whore-house frequented by deaf blindness. Darkness raping the soul with insane fervor and to the sound of buzzing psychedelia. Darkness and the soul creating devastating devilish dark hued fabric to dress life up for the night life in the moon light.
My fangs. Are drawn.
My wings. Are spread
I hunt. My love.
Your windows. Are they open tonight?
If yes. Lets drink to it…
Monday, October 5, 2009
Ah!
It has been a good fortnight for me as a blog reader...
I had to share some of the brilliance...
Posts in alphabetical order:
A Promise written by Ashley @ Ashes And Some Dust
A relatively new blogger and a brilliant beginning
A Face in the Mirror, A voice Within by Pawan @ The Other Perspective
Angst and Cynicism; Also a prolific writer of fiction. Loves non-linear narratives and improving at the speed of thought
Home, He Was by Shamanth Huddar @ Diligent Wanderings
The master@work... Meghana refers to him as the master and rightly so...
I Love the Smell of Crazy in the Morning by Indiegurl @ One Long Rant
Sarcasm walks amongst us... unfailingly funny and intelligent...
Love in Parts by AGG @ The files of Agent Green Glass
Creative! Yes... thats her... can write anything...
Mona Bua by This is That @ er… This is That
Her posts are pictures... read them and they come alive
Nine lives by Gayathri @ Love across Bridges
Super prolific and awesome... a million stories in her head, I think...
You wait, patiently. But… by Meghana Naidu @ Subtle Signs
Non-linear, thoughtful and magical...
I had to share some of the brilliance...
Posts in alphabetical order:
A Promise written by Ashley @ Ashes And Some Dust
A relatively new blogger and a brilliant beginning
A Face in the Mirror, A voice Within by Pawan @ The Other Perspective
Angst and Cynicism; Also a prolific writer of fiction. Loves non-linear narratives and improving at the speed of thought
Home, He Was by Shamanth Huddar @ Diligent Wanderings
The master@work... Meghana refers to him as the master and rightly so...
I Love the Smell of Crazy in the Morning by Indiegurl @ One Long Rant
Sarcasm walks amongst us... unfailingly funny and intelligent...
Love in Parts by AGG @ The files of Agent Green Glass
Creative! Yes... thats her... can write anything...
Mona Bua by This is That @ er… This is That
Her posts are pictures... read them and they come alive
Nine lives by Gayathri @ Love across Bridges
Super prolific and awesome... a million stories in her head, I think...
You wait, patiently. But… by Meghana Naidu @ Subtle Signs
Non-linear, thoughtful and magical...
Friday, September 25, 2009
You know that I love you, don’t you???
“You know that I love you, don’t you”
“Yes baby”
“Then don’t ever leave me.” He sounded upset.
“Why do you say such things baby. And that too over a long distance phone call. It hurts”
“I don’t know what comes over me. Sorry. I guess I am a bit frustrated. Life is not really great, you know”
“Don’t worry babu. I loooove you”
“I don’t have much money you know. Or I would have come down to meet you. Things are really tough. I lost my job because of the fucking recession. I think the bastards needed an excuse to kick people out and recession was their excuse”
“Doesn’t matter. We will meet soon honey. Till then we have the phone baby. And If you don’t have money – I will call you”
“You are chooo sweet honey” he cooed.
“I love you baby.”
He saw her in his mind. She was radiant. Her jet black her and her cute nose. He wanted to bite the nose.
“Heh Heh… You know what I want to do now”
“No. What?” She was all innocence, wasn't she?
“Guess” he teased.
“Shut Up. That is all you can think of” she said in mock annoyance.
“You don’t like it? Ok. Wont talk about it” he teased again.
“No baby. Of course I do”
“Then why are you taking bhav”
“Shut Up”
“He He… listen to me na… You know what I feel like doing”
“No babu. Tell me”
“I want to kiss you”
“And”
“I want to feel your tongue on mine”
“And”
“I want to move down slowly, smelling your skin, kissing your neck”
Giggle. “Shut up. I am feeling ticklish”
“I want to run my tongue over your lips, find your chin and work my way down to your breasts”
“And then”
“Move up slowly again and find your mouth. I want to smell your breath. I want to feel the wetness of your mouth. I want my body to be warmed by your flesh. I want to tickle your breasts. I want to feel them grow in my hands.”
“You are so good baby" she cooed. "I can feel your hands baby and your breath. I love you baby. Come here na. What are you doing there. Come her Now. Pleeease”
“Shhh. Listen. Can you feel my tongue moving back down your neck. Can you feel my tongue moving towards your breasts. I can feel the taste of salt on your skin baby. I can smell your breast. I can hear your heart throb”
“Baby" she moaned "I can feel your body against mine. I can feel its warmth. I feel your strength. Your large manhood and your rigid hardness. Your hard harsh hands crushing my delicate body. I want you baby. I want you now. Move your hands lower down na baby. Feel me there. Find me. I want you there”
“Baby. My hands are reaching down. I feel your belly button baby. How I love it. Its depth. Its….
CLICK.............................................................................
"Hello... Hello... Baby... are you there baby.... Helooooo"
“Fuck” she thought “the line dropped.”
She wiped her brow. The air conditioner wasn't working for three days now.
She smiled to herself. And then stifled her laughter.
The fifty year old lady in the next cubicle was doing her version of the orgasm. It sounded suspiciously like an alien being tortured in Area 51. “Now which was that film”
“Poor woman. She’s giving it her all” she thought "But she wont last long. Its her first day live on calls and the big boss would be monitoring all her conversations. Alien shrieks don't work for the boss. But I wonder what her story is. Everyone here has a story. If only someone listened carefully, they would find a story screaming out loud through each fake orgasm"
That reminded her. She had to collect her paycheck from Burger King for the part time stint she did there during the last month. But she was doing two fucking shifts back to back this week. Sex sells. Even during a downturn.
"I wonder when I'll find time" she grumbled. "A million corny B-movie dialogues to be spouted sixteen hours a day - I can feel your large manhood and your rigid hardness. What the fuck is rigid hardness" she laughed to herself. "Hard harsh hands crushing my delicate body" she laughed again.
The middle aged alien looked at her in disgust.
Her phone was ringing again.
“Fuck! Seven calls on queue” she muttered to herself “Seven horny toads salivating, one of whom will help pay for my child’s education”
“Wait… I am coming baby”
“Seven calls on queue bitches. Everyone on the phone. NOW”
PS: This post is inspired by a tweet that grabbed my attention a few days back on Mentalie's blog
“Yes baby”
“Then don’t ever leave me.” He sounded upset.
“Why do you say such things baby. And that too over a long distance phone call. It hurts”
“I don’t know what comes over me. Sorry. I guess I am a bit frustrated. Life is not really great, you know”
“Don’t worry babu. I loooove you”
“I don’t have much money you know. Or I would have come down to meet you. Things are really tough. I lost my job because of the fucking recession. I think the bastards needed an excuse to kick people out and recession was their excuse”
“Doesn’t matter. We will meet soon honey. Till then we have the phone baby. And If you don’t have money – I will call you”
“You are chooo sweet honey” he cooed.
“I love you baby.”
He saw her in his mind. She was radiant. Her jet black her and her cute nose. He wanted to bite the nose.
“Heh Heh… You know what I want to do now”
“No. What?” She was all innocence, wasn't she?
“Guess” he teased.
“Shut Up. That is all you can think of” she said in mock annoyance.
“You don’t like it? Ok. Wont talk about it” he teased again.
“No baby. Of course I do”
“Then why are you taking bhav”
“Shut Up”
“He He… listen to me na… You know what I feel like doing”
“No babu. Tell me”
“I want to kiss you”
“And”
“I want to feel your tongue on mine”
“And”
“I want to move down slowly, smelling your skin, kissing your neck”
Giggle. “Shut up. I am feeling ticklish”
“I want to run my tongue over your lips, find your chin and work my way down to your breasts”
“And then”
“Move up slowly again and find your mouth. I want to smell your breath. I want to feel the wetness of your mouth. I want my body to be warmed by your flesh. I want to tickle your breasts. I want to feel them grow in my hands.”
“You are so good baby" she cooed. "I can feel your hands baby and your breath. I love you baby. Come here na. What are you doing there. Come her Now. Pleeease”
“Shhh. Listen. Can you feel my tongue moving back down your neck. Can you feel my tongue moving towards your breasts. I can feel the taste of salt on your skin baby. I can smell your breast. I can hear your heart throb”
“Baby" she moaned "I can feel your body against mine. I can feel its warmth. I feel your strength. Your large manhood and your rigid hardness. Your hard harsh hands crushing my delicate body. I want you baby. I want you now. Move your hands lower down na baby. Feel me there. Find me. I want you there”
“Baby. My hands are reaching down. I feel your belly button baby. How I love it. Its depth. Its….
CLICK.............................................................................
"Hello... Hello... Baby... are you there baby.... Helooooo"
“Fuck” she thought “the line dropped.”
She wiped her brow. The air conditioner wasn't working for three days now.
She smiled to herself. And then stifled her laughter.
The fifty year old lady in the next cubicle was doing her version of the orgasm. It sounded suspiciously like an alien being tortured in Area 51. “Now which was that film”
“Poor woman. She’s giving it her all” she thought "But she wont last long. Its her first day live on calls and the big boss would be monitoring all her conversations. Alien shrieks don't work for the boss. But I wonder what her story is. Everyone here has a story. If only someone listened carefully, they would find a story screaming out loud through each fake orgasm"
That reminded her. She had to collect her paycheck from Burger King for the part time stint she did there during the last month. But she was doing two fucking shifts back to back this week. Sex sells. Even during a downturn.
"I wonder when I'll find time" she grumbled. "A million corny B-movie dialogues to be spouted sixteen hours a day - I can feel your large manhood and your rigid hardness. What the fuck is rigid hardness" she laughed to herself. "Hard harsh hands crushing my delicate body" she laughed again.
The middle aged alien looked at her in disgust.
Her phone was ringing again.
“Fuck! Seven calls on queue” she muttered to herself “Seven horny toads salivating, one of whom will help pay for my child’s education”
“Wait… I am coming baby”
“Seven calls on queue bitches. Everyone on the phone. NOW”
PS: This post is inspired by a tweet that grabbed my attention a few days back on Mentalie's blog
