reward

i so always wished i warmed your bed ,
id warm it so much that you would drop dead
and while your climbing on my whole
i would just tenderly suck out your soul
and kiss your ears ,bite it hard
oh common baby thats your reward...

i so always wished to wash your shirt
and wash it well to remove your dirt.
and while you let your muck on me
i would silently steal your dungeon key.
and kiss you neck and lick it clean
oh common baby thats your reward...

i so always wished to cook your food.
and cook it well that you die for good
and while you crush me down beneath
i silently call upon your death
and bite your chest and eat your heart
oh common baby thats your reward.....

i so always wish , whenever i can
i would someday see you, no more a man.
your manhood shriveled ,withering in pain.
there is a price, you pay for every gain.
for the bodies you sold , and the flesh you had,
oh common baby its your reward

confessions of a Facebook addict

clicks and tips. smiles and miles
yes i so love internet files
shops to buy, seeds to grow
i love farm ville coins too

phew what imagination beholds is unimaginable in its normal senses of course. oh how i love my Facebook profile, i could write an ode to it. The beauty of the whole feeling of opening my viao , connecting it to the lovely bsnl connection and waiting for the amazing Google page to open is endearing, awwwwe!!!!!
whereupon i jump to click the Facebook icon of my favorite tab and looo , the enchanting world opens in front of my eyes. i so love it , i so love seeing my profile photos , often clicked by my o so talented boyfriend who helplessly smiles as i upload his beloved photographs on Facebook for public display and recognition.
i understand his misery , i realize his generally quiet self churning under the pain of having his wall spammed by my photos and their beautiful comments that my lovely and not so lovely friends make. i am helpless i accept it , i am a fbholic and i couldn't care less. frankly i love to put up my best quotations up my wall , but i often end up reading the o so lovely comments and statements my friends make , oh how much i await those comments , so many bring in such controversies with them.
of late many of lovely friends have taken the jihad of sexuality seriously and have made lovely statements or put up more lovely photographs reflecting their views , such diversity , conflicting inst it , how the cyberspace eats into your patriotism, tradition and blah blah.
oh Facebook i love you so much, i love young dumb zynga games, knowing well i will become equally dumb playing them i cannot resit harvesting my wheat,rye and milking the pin and green cow. and how i cannot express i miss plowing my land fearing if my friends cross my level and get more money. you have given me a new reason to fight bravo Facebook such lovely training.
and of course those lovely quizzes , octopuses predicting whether i will get a mobile or not , and reminding me not to argue with authorities , such great astrologers even Nostradamus would be teary eyed witnessing the development of cyberspace from heaven and send his message through face book to us all ,yaay.
oh lovely Facebook thank you for filling my life with so much space that i have no space left for anyone and filling my mind with so much care and love, that i feel i will burst with this love , never mind however plastic it may be , i love you Facebook , i love being addicted to you and i shall keep being so.
my love for u shall never end , however cyber it may be ,
i shall plow my land , reap my crop and decorate my Christmas tree
and while away my precious hours staring at your colored links
worshiping every zynga game till my career forever sinks.

her poem

i shall write a new poem
about something i know not ,
it runs in my mind ,
faster than light ,
and it shapes a kind ,
in every small crystal that falls from my eyes,
i know in slumber,
where fantasy flies
i smile at the pages , scribbling for long
hoping i can write some beautiful song
all dat somes reeling and raving my thoughts
are hundreds of bloodsheds and merciless shots.
i churn at vision , hoping to run;
i look at pages, think of the new sun.
petals and roses , of mysteries blue
of shadows and thorns and histories true.
the paper is smooth , afresh and new
just like the shinning sun , seen in the dew.
i write and write and keep writing on
poetries, stories , and tragedies gone ,
hoping the pencil will stop or shall break
praying to myself ,for sanities sake
the paper looks up and i look in
her stories of pain, shall always begin
the end is not written , her story goes on
ages and ages are yet left to mourn.

you and i

how close am i to you ? if you think i am the one to love you most and keep you safe your definitely wrong .....all i seek is to drink you blood , and see you in pain , and till then i shall keep you as mine ..
and thus man chose to live , love and rule whom he devoured , his woman by his side to cater to his needs, be his feed , and do as he bids .

what is love actually , feeling , gestures, desires , or maybe another power game . who rules you or i , when i rule you complain , "women should never be on top" except on bed sometimes. when you rule im proud of you.
i let you keep me , love me , suffice your desires ,i let you own me ..... what happens when i want to do the same . am i not human enough ? what am i to you , your beloved pet ?
shouldn't you stop and think before you touch me again , that one day i might just leash you when your sleeping , and you wake up tied up for ever .

think before you all leash us , because one day tables will turn ....then what.?

justice

dont look , dont glare,
dont long , dont stare.
you cannot get away

look out ,look out, Ive have almost no doubt
now i know you, your short and stout.
i know your eyes , i know your face,
i know your smirking, filthy grimace.

you think you can touch wherever you want.
you think you can get away ,even when you taunt.
you think its funny , and think its smart
when you touch my body and stealthily dart.

your sly, your crude, your vulgarly rude
your smile shall vanish, like your gestures lewd.
your hands will no more, be linked to your brain
soon you shall realize, your no more sane

your manhood shall shrink forever, in a hole
your body shall be hung, upside down on a pole
your pride will be smashed, along with your soul.
your existence will question ,itself as a whole

your deeds inglorious of torture and pain
shall now be punished and you will be slain.
what you thought was you power is now your death
your end is coming the stage is set.

another day i see you messing around,
innocent women , who in silence are bound.
down you shall go , into your doom
for you to breathe , there shall be no room

dont look , dont glare,
dont long , dont stare.
you cannot get away
this time, the verdict, shall be very fair