Lost Cells !!!!

I was born and thrown like a dog without a bone and an artist without a loan. I want to experience the progress under the stars and love in my heart. I want to reinvent the gods and myths of the ages harboring inside jaded and frustrated souls living in an ancient shell of frustration, hardships and old retired retard values.

Most of the ancient minds are cackling in the tress with some dead in the sea. We are ruled by the technology with beautiful moon becoming a mere spectator. We all are restricted to our bedrooms forgetting the everlasting golden copulations beside the sea under the ravishing light of moon being the source of guidance and motivation.

Everyone is restricted to cunts and cocks of despair to propagate their lust of life. I would be happy if the murderers of ancient minds are allowed to roam free giving birth to hundreds of magicians making others life happy with a sip of wine and mockery in their eyes. They will give us a new world, a new moon, a creed to believe, a night to sleep and a rich mandala of freedom and experience for our beautiful new dreams.

Let’s take an effort to build a divine kingdom to perform our arts and perfect our lives. Let’s fuck the old world boasting its obnoxious creeds. I am the Ruler and the Muller; Here I come to kindle your dead spirits.

Reverie !!!!!

I am living in a beautiful lost world with madness dancing in my eyes. With my ears down to the ground, I hear a very gentle sound of a beautiful lady making me dance on her melodies. I experienced an island in her eyes and a country in her smile. I touched her thighs and death smiled, arousing my bushed emotions and acclivitous feelings.

I can’t see her around as reveries create physical aloofness. She whispers in my ear as I stare at her physical beauty and emotional hang ups. Her smile is contagious and can kindle energy in any dead soul. Illusions are always mischievous fulfilling all the hidden desires in an incessant manner.

I don’t believe in illusions, I believe in reveries with all my senses reacting and contradicting to so call logical mind sets. A deep sigh, with a white stick in my hand and smoke all around, I feel relaxed and comfortable listening to my girl’s voice.

This is a reverie but a beautiful one.