Rejection Phobia - A Typical Male Syndrome

Blind dates, long distance affairs, telephonic relations, pen friends, childhood crushes and a typical male behind them all! Everyone is unique, every man is different. Yet, the fear of rejection always lurks like an inevitable shadow around an urban man. So, let’s find out more about this typical male syndrome.

Ex Girlfriends, Ghosts and That Secret Potion of Desire

Sweet melodies of yesteryears often soothe his soul. Confused past, hazy memoirs and long drives in his father’s old gypsy illuminates his apartment. The shadows of his ex girlfriends keep haunting him. Those larger than life greeting cards, those soft toys, those bracelets, those watches, those letters are locked inside his closet. Time changes, feelings evolve, old friends reunites. The air never remains the same.

How to Tweet Like Jim Morrison

Microblogging! The new addition to the content hungry universe is making everyone bit crazy. Some people are investing hefty sum of money to gain followers, some folks tweeting extra sensible quotes, some individuals trying to be little humorous, the celebrities gaining millions of followers overnight and some people are still dazed. They retweet, copy paste some old quotations, sometimes news and views and most of the times they just keep gazing at the time line without having any words to write.

Bedroom Story - What Indian Women Want In Bed?

Indian women are flawless, intelligent and wild in bed. They know the art of taming a wild stallion, they knows the magic of weaving a satisfying tale. Everyone is unique and every girl has their priorities.

Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?

The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…

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Saturday, April 27, 2013

I am no magician...



Magical Words

I am no magician
But I can turn you on
I am no magician
But I can make you fly
I am the everlasting dream
I am toxic, I am a secret
I am a mystery
You entered, you disappeared
You came in,
I am no magician
But I can give you fairytale
I can give you nightmare
I will get inside your veins
I will stay silent
I will create that long lost mayhem.
I love chaos, I love agony
I love pain, I want more of them
I grow bigger with each ache
I am the master of the world
I am your last wish
I epitomise narcissism
I am not scared of death
I am no magician
I am your dream,
I am the reincarnation
of the Pied piper of Hamelin.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Your body is like dark red wine…




Poem about love

My body is your body, your body mine.
When both meet, there's that enormous quantum
that metaphysical detonation,
unknown yet super cunningly awesome.
Let the spell exude the forgotten shivering,
Let the darkness evolve from the dungeon to the end.
Let the moonbeams break the noise hidden somewhere in your retina.
Let the yell surround you;
Let it come out from the seldom visited alleys
Let the heart moan
Let stars fall
Let the blanket of desire
Confer you wings to silently die in oblivion.


Saturday, April 13, 2013

Those Poisonous Days…



Poem about love, fantasy and heartbreak

The knife in my hand is sharp
It wants to get inside my veins
The veins want your poison
The poison exudes that feeling of ecstasy.

The barren galaxy of my heart
Needs that long lost renewal
The mayhem inside 
Wants to break out…

The days of sunshine is back
But the warmth is missing
The dry air hits my cheeks
It destroys everything.

Sometimes there’s little pain
Sometimes the pain is overwhelming
I get inside the cocoon
Just to feel the hollowness.

Nothing seems fine
Except the eternal thoughts
Of storm and unwantedness
My face looks ugly
I feel the ugliness…

Out of everything
Good, bad and nothingness
There’s that meaninglessness
That makes me whine.

The sunshine looks fine
If only there’s something 
I could say -
That’s mine…



Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Stand up for your pain, it’s whimsical…


Poem About Pain


Your pain defines your strength. There’s beauty in everyday ugliness, there’s some kind of passionate air in the entire struggle. World is a basket of emotions, dilemma and cacophony. From morning to night, flashes of light hits your retina, you see moving people, you see happy faces, you see cosy couples, you see busy people, you see yourself standing alone in some corner of the road, you see the beautiful world. 

There’s nothing like walking alone in busy city roads, there’s nothing like getting lost in every moment you interact with people. You constantly forget things, you act immature, you feel ugly, you feel dumped still you move on with a hope. 

You see people studying in a metro, you see people walking with pride, you see girls flaunting their newly shaped hair, you feel the entire humanity, you squeeze into oblivion, and you just get inside a fictional light surrounding your existence. The constant pain pushes you, it gives you a reason to survive. You turn your head, you see a beautiful girl who isn’t staring at you. You keep gazing at people till they feel uncomfortable. You become a moron without a soul. 

Every day your immaturity grows, you act kiddish, you talk blunt, you have no sense of dressing, you keep breaking people’s heart. Your sensitiveness becomes your weakness. You try to break every man made notion. You sit alone, you have nothing to do after a busy day, you write things, you sip bottles of wine, you switch off your cell and feel the pain to survive. Your pain becomes your pleasure, your ruthlessness becomes your lifestyle, slowly people leave you, slowly you become lonely again. Your selfishness and your inability to face reality becomes your enemy. Your running away from everything, makes you unpredictable. Let the pain flow, let it grow, let it inspire you, let it get inside you. Stand up for the pain, stand up for the hallucinations you get in a bright sunny day, stand up for the freedom you have, stand up and embrace every bad thing that happens to your life…

Saturday, April 06, 2013

Clueless





I am clueless, confused, lost
I wander, I exchange smiles with strangers
I give away money to the beggars
I am an ambivert soul.

I want to do a tattoo
I want to travel miles with you
I want to sit near the beach 
And stare at the full moon sky.

I want to write poems
I want to drive fast cars
I want to settle down in a lonely island.

I am imperfect, I am perfect 
I am everything still nothing
I am the box of sweet poison
I contradict
I acknowledge
My life is a mixed bag of hitch
I have everything, still I have nothing.

I stare at girls, girls stare me back
My brain is always restless
I am always freaked out.
I don’t know where I am going
I don’t know, where life taking me
I have no agenda, I have no restrictions
I am Free! I am just FREE
Like that bird in the balcony...