Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

I am before you ,knelting down Why you dont see me I want to be the butter You eat so deliciously every day I want to be the Tulsi leaf which lay down on your lotus feet I am before you,knelting down Why you dont see me Sometimes the wind that blow fills in itself with your flute music And I longed to be that music it is made out of your breathe And Why not be the flute which is sacred by your kisses every time I want to play with you every time Like the Gopikas in Vrindavan How blessed their life is who could have their past times With little adorable Krsna I cannot write a beautiful song But I can be only yours And Bhakti towards you flows Every time when I cry And so you make a beautiful heart When I cant cry no more My heart has become so beautiful Out of love for you And so you make me cry each time so that i call you each time Your tulsi,your mayilpeeli and you Is what I dream everyday Which gives me so much love When my heart is weak...

I have been switching between two houses in Bangalore and adapting to new environment is taking the hell out of me. Having bitter cold and cough lately (It had been 8 years I was into some serious cold), I got bedridden with serious sex bomb shells getting me out of bitter sleep. Each time I have this I feel pity about myself. Recently I am worn out of stress and not having good dreams…rather than seeing a snake , a teeth being pulled out ….or some sex related stuffs and goddamned sleep being interrupted…I need some good rest .These are the strange symptoms you can have when you are really upset or your mind is having some issues going on. Have you come across these symptoms? Today when I woke up with some queer sex scenes interrupting me …I cursed the day and having slept too much in a damp room with no light. It is too cold in Bangalore and rather doesn’t feel like going to office. Hah the New Year is tomorrow and I am setting new brand “ New Year Resolutions ”. But I feel whateve...

Wish you all A Merry Christmas, May the Joys of the season Fill your heart with goodwill and cheer. May the chimes of Christmas glory Add up more shine and spread ...Smiles across the miles, To-day & In the New Year.

Struggle is the father of all things. It is not by the principles of humanity that man lives or is able to preserve himself above the animal world, but solely by means of the most brutal struggle...Adolf Hitler

When you come to me and I am connected in depth Swinging with you as if a lullaby sung together It reminds me of a dream unleashed I can’t overcome your overly soft caressing You touch me every aurora e I can’t deny you as you come with all passion  While in travel, you solace me I am unconscious for a few seconds And return back to normal equilibrium,repeatedly As I need to indulge  And you come at odd times Why don’t you conquer me at dusk? I am awake and fully vigorous At midnight I am alive,Did you care me? When I need to be fresh, I am dull This is your subjugation I lost many valuable moments  And valuable credits Because you conquer me all times Quiet and stay wide around me Tranquilized and deep conquest That is you,my lover My "nap" you are "awesome"

I have been working on stuffs that impact in a great way to my company. Imagine if I am not there? The profit and loss according to a professional organization will not be affected on my absence because they can easily replace me with a new candidate. The only thing that helps me is knowledge accumulated over the time and nothing mind blowing or surprising. The job just gives you the salary and that is it. So why hover around the job in tension and waste additional time which is for leisure time with family. The career is important for all and so is that to me. Why not spent quality time on jobs and then rest in cool air? Did that give you some sense? Just give it a thought. How drastic it is to be without the family or you are no more a part of your family. Somehow your family lost you due to an irrevocable death at adverse time. At a young age you lost life due to an accident, incurable chronic disease or something worse as being killed by some quotation crews. Living in Gods own Co...

I was rather alone in my sister’s house. Usually Malu keeps me busy with her little tantrums and cry. But lately I feel lonely, since Malu visiting her Amma Si(My second Sister)along with my Mom. Her absence makes me numb at times. As I am sluggish at bed, my new hobby is to find time in bed sleeping. No good work to do. Sometimes I feel guilty of my mood because I feel I never helped my sister to do household works. But I am doing something. Making me wake up in the morning is rather a troublesome work for Deej and he always complains of not getting a tea made of my hands (“Great great Hands of mine”). Sometimes complaining of me and tells he will never come to me. He has been complaining past 3 years and I haven’t changed even a bit. Before him my dad got the chance for grabbing me off the bed. Now he is not with me and has gone to Gulf for an after-retirement job I should say. Sometimes I feel pity of him doing work at this age. Since Mom is along with me to look after Malu he has n...