CANDOR IN LIFE

It was a weekend. I stood from my bed with slothy eyes and walked towards the bathroom and started thinking what to cook today for three times. I flushed out my toxins and came out to relax myself in the couch. I took out my lifeline(mobile) and started to check out the notifications from instagram pages. Fortunately, one particular page navigated me to licious page. Their posts voraciously flooded my mouth. I immediately browsed into their official website, to my dreadful awe I loved their dedication and exclusive way of designing and presentation of website to fulfill the customers tummy with meat meal. You know what they have got?? Marinades, cold cuts, country chicken, meat mince, crabs,lobsters, spreads and pickles and lot more to bring twist of taste to our tongue. To be honest I don't trust such online stores easily. So, I thought of ordering a seafood to check out their order taking process, offers and coupons, delivery time, tracking the order,delivery packag...

Its night The moon is buzzed with stars, While I’m buzzed with females Sucking. Let’s keep noise every day in everything we do It fights to bite my petal skin to imbibe nectar Mood for the mosquitoes Mood for Wimbledon One giant leap for womankind I lift my weapon to give a exquisite shot I took a backhand drop shot like the crowned  Angelique kerber As mustards pops out in tempering She burns in high voltage with metallic scent You know  “God is a woman” When she gets her rackets on hand. Who am I? Name me if you can?   This post is a part of   Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for   Indian Bloggers   by BlogAdda .’

I suck under every gracious floral   I imbibe long chain of dripping red honey White petal turns RED My wings are always open for you Girl Feel comfort and sky high with ankle booties Let the era talk about our post war PERIOD .                                                          With forever love,                                                           Sanitary Napkins

I want to be famous I want to be an icon I want millions of heart to shout my name I want those millions to shed tear on my funeral I want to break records I want to hear gossips and scoopwhoop news  I want to snatch that number one position I want to scribble my name as an autograph I want to have BMW m5  I want to be remembered forever Then I realized that fame comes with hindrance of solitary No one knows, and will ever know Because I have become three dimensional figure with No flaws No regret No insecurities With no time to spend on my time Can't understand anything about what I've become Six minutes of fame All I need is Scattered village with cluster of whitewashed mud brick homes Cuddled amid green barley fields.

Give me a five  You are born in planet 'The Earth' Give me a five  You are born as a homo sapien Give me a five For that you still survive shamelessly Give me a five For trusting your inner unknown echoes Give me a five For your hearing patience over back talkers and whisperers Give me a five For not giving up your pride in all broken situations Give me a five For leading the life after witnessing the real pain of death  Give me a five  Finally, to your soul who leads caged life inside a body for years.

The clock on the wall like my bomb ticking The fan on the roof  Like sharp knives The mobile on the hand Like my lifeline  My time and numbers running Here and there  Speechless, mad,sordid, without any point Doubted, expressionless, knackered, naked There's only one soul listening and watching Loneliness, the biggest killer In my four corners of the world.

Elevated coconut trees with  heads of serpents thundering to blow off coconuts into halves Lightnings energizes sweet water  Clouds extract every pulp to coconut milk Breezy air blows with strong essence with high antioxidants Silky liquids from nuts without any emulsifiers, additives, hydrogenated fats Full of flavor for my skin and hair, pouring virgin coconut oil Showers like a ayurvedic rain to refresh my dullness Every drop from the dark clouds moisturizes my skin Lowers bad cholesterol with a single lick  Controls acne, dandruff, gives out fluffy volume of hair I glow every rain oily season without any need of head and body massages  Every drop I save by rain oil harvesting All I need is the magical cloud of coconut oil  So that my town remains unknown of the word "Bald". ‘ This post is a part of   Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for   Indian Bloggers   by BlogAdda .’