At certain instance, it just doesn't sum up

2016, Julay  15, Friday

At certain instance, it just doesn't sum up

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The numbers don't add up
As a kiss is happening on a lift
which is scrolling through walls
with no openings it does't let anybody
to board or disembark

In an ancient silhouetted corridor
that almost flipped into oblivion,
which had installed in a futuristic mall.

In a minuscule railway station
next to a major transit
like Vadanaamkurissy
next to Shornoor Junction

While sitting inside a cubicle
in an internet cafe,
In a stark naked little chair,

It has neither simile nor metaphor
Love says that,
as one adds to the same
answer is the same one.
Sometimes the result won't be two
when numbers are added.
The spiritual splendor flourishes
in the fourth state,
where the result will always be one

With no change in measures
or in color or flavor,
In the manifestation, which is
beyond name form and gender

In the pristine seats of earth
Where the same number results
before addition

While drawing attention of the
ticket examiner,
by coughing and laughing
As he started smoking
without finding any passenger
in the compartment
where we actually were there.

Online being

Online being

Through a skinny ramp
she is going to absolute being
pitcher of holy nectar will come through past
and filled the wardrobe
Past was not a femmefatale
yet she could not give a tit for tat 

against clothed kiss.
Naked kiss
ploughed in to her online
when she had having fake orgasm.
When the stars formed by the water
and twinkle like blue gold,
thinks goes with wind
and bring the deep rooted habit of human being
like germinating seed,paddy field"s nude.
Web weaver has started a web for
tackling earthquake.
we don't need any intervention

actual nobody has the right to interfere 

except
the trees and plants.
Because they are in the earth.
Whatever it is she would got a menopause
from the fashion ramp
not like puberty from the earth.
Take care
please one second
A child labor and young courtesan
from the earthquake

 Bye.

Pleasure hunter

monday, 3 august 2009

Pleasure hunter

There is love like starlight.
Sometimes she will be red
hibiscus.
Her shadow is red rose
and smell is Kama Devan.
she is seed of world
and god of this beautiful
universe.
She is first passion of universe
and her first spring night is
Big bang.
Yesterdays,today and
tomorrows
are my Trinity.
Mind is invisible hardware
and thoughts are its software.
Then love...?
Love is light of life and alive
formd by merry and sorrows.
Birth and death are two cries
because cries are pleasure.
Men is a pleasure hunter

NATASHA HAS BEEN

wednesday, 21 august 2013

NATASHA HAS BEEN

Natasha Has Been is a budding lingerie model
 Blonde blue eye
Curvaceous cocation white.
Universe is omnipresent strange God
With its mystic mischievous.
People meditate on the glory of that being
When they meditate they have lost their absolute being.
Why they deliberately trying to lost their self?
Universe is a not yet decided asexual ascetic
An uncertain origin like Natasha Has Been
When he hit puberty at the age of fourteen with flatten hairy chest
Later it became forty-four gamaglobuline breasts
Now she is celebrity widow with platinum dyed hair
 celebrating silver jubilee of her  flowering.
When Natasha Has Been was a boy before four days of Easter
 he started painting eggs by crayons.
There is a comic nostalgia about
 the Universe that was egg-shaped cosmic nostalgia
He rushed to his friends to show his painted eggs on the way side
 he saw a cave because of rainbow downpour
In the cave he saw sarcophagus
Newly excavating tools and mess-ups
It was raped victims skeleton.
Universe is a color conscious of energy
without control like a sperm donor’s fake orgasm.
Will the Universe enlighten the minds by the thoughts of the cosmic?
 without barbed fence
Without disparity between haves and haves not
and without nude on the barbecue.
In the cave he saw a pinky finger bone of Women         X with
 a primitive dispute like origin of the universe which cause of ‘Y’
Why?
Is it bone of contention?
Is it shemale bone or female bone?
Seeing this finger bone he feel himself a painted egg
with full of yolk without albumen
And felt himself a skinny albino
Dropped all painted eggs from his finger tips
and spread fluid estrogen crystal in the cave.
It was his flowering but a metamorphosis
 like microcosm to macrocosm.
Universe don’t want a start to end
Why should we impose a puberty
 and menopause to universe?
Allow her to be eternal virgin
Model Natasha Has Been is walking in the ramp
Walking charity, walking chastityand
 fortune walking in front of fashionistas
 with umblicalcord strapped corset.
Natasha Has Been the fellatrix is a zygote in the ramp
which carrying fashionistas
Due to her only cosmic conscious
 she could   know her manfellatio and cunnilingus by her boyish.
Everybody know nobody has produced the universe
Thought of cosmic music without
 an instruments and percussionists
Music is everywhere.
O
Everybody meditate on the glory of that everybody has produced this music.
Natasha Has Been the prophetess is singing her song ‘HeShe ‘in this music
It is about cosmic nude and black veil less eyes
She think
There for her
And she think about her herself of he
There for him.

SHE IS AN ANGLER IN THE FAST TRACK

SHE IS AN ANGLER IN THE FAST TRACK

When we spree in the speed spirit
without speed sense
none cares for the width of the way.
Then, the only impetus
is to turn into abstract
All shapes,including trees and buildings nearby.
This car race is an impulse to transform
all into an illusion.

A big way,
with exact width and length,
and with rules
that keep your legs and hands in,
comes flying, plucking away caution signals.
Then we stop this speed race,
seeing the nightmare of a desert
with uprooted roots,
where only the hot wind blows.

Amidst the speed race,
being indulged in the speed spirits,
and freed from natural forces,
we recall her who told tales
of roads which were ready to zig-zag
for the trees and paddyfields .

NOW, NIGHT BEGINS WITH SHOWERING OF RAIN

NOW, NIGHT BEGINS WITH SHOWERING OF RAIN

Rain is music in murk
Rain in darkness blinds me.
Rain music in the mind
And rain chill in the body
creat a cool spring.

To lull me into sleep like mother,
to kiss on the eyelids with darkened eyebrows,
Darkness comes, floating,
As the fair meditation of peace.
No more fear about the darkness,
for
Now,
Night begins with showering of rain.

Pirates of Saints

Pirates of Saints

On the sail to genesis
Saint commits violence
on the bank of labia.
Caught by CC TV footage
while solaced by the labyrinth of
G-rated G spot’s spa
Premature extradition of
coitus interruptus from nomad
voluptous.
Censored video of erosion
Quarantine sitting inside the spermarium
like quantum solace inside
the sperm holocaust chamber which
carpetted by darted quondams,dildos.
End of origin by doodle logo of nude.