Adrenal Rush

Water water everywhere.

Enough to drink and lots to pee.

Miles to pee before I zip.

Old and new unguarded.

Walls to pee.

Trees to pee.

Fresh green plants to pee.

Dark corners to pee.

Gallons to pee before I zip.

You donkey's son don't pee here.

Says the writing on the wall

My pee rushes fast to the wall.

First the head then the body.

And a twenty-legged monster.

I pee.

The writing is covered.

An ear to ear smile follows.

The name is pee. DrinknPee

I pee to a height, I pee with a force.

Sometimes I pee on my shoes.

Sometimes on others'.

I talk while I pee.

I pee while I talk.

Someone said I have a loose bladder.

I peed on his shoes too.

Casually though.

He never knew.

Asshole.

I love peeing he doesn't know.

It is a relief.

I release everything in my pee.

Pain, sorrow, hunger, frustrations.

Everything.

And also all my erotic fantasies.

Rush out.

Oh! Time to pee.

Ides of November.....The Rain The Rain......

The pawns play.

Their claws are out.

The Raiders are sniffing.

Their ears to the ground.

Prince wake up.

The Empress is here.

She is not happy nor content.

Sands of Time.

The warrior and the two squirrels.

Long lost in Nagaland.

The faith to rule the conscience.

Don't blame the Gods.

They didn't do this.

Stages have always been set.

To welcome Ceasar and then to stab him.

Of course it is a normal practice.

He has pained many.

So be his destiny.

But what if it was Jesus.

Let that be His destiny.

Jesus!!!!!

When the soul searches for a meaning.

In these earthly battles.

Which are the pieces of a weaver.

The Dream-weaver is back.

Now everyone will be screwed.

For he will not let you know.

What the dreams are for.

And what reality is all about.

The passion to fulfil the dreams.

Will be shattered for a moment.

It is the season.

You can't blame his arrival.

As you won't his departure.

With loads of dreams to think about.

Never to be completed in reality.

Trying vainly to complete though.

The gates are closed.

The metal clanks.

Dreams have started.

Stay asleep.

Lines written in late autumn

The woods are suddenly dark and deep.

The winter has its effects on them.

Do I look dark as I could never be deep?

Who bothers about such frivolous things?

These questions don't have a meaning.

Does the life that you live and will leave has it?

Frosty where are you maan?

Long time no see.

See the woods are lovely again.

I know you have walked for a long time.

But that does not help these days.

You don't need to walk that long.

You can sleep for four hours and slog the rest.

But I still love you frosty.

In Love Truly Said.

She is the best.

When it comes to ditching.

She ditches at the drop of a hat.

She winks me out of my senses.

I seriously think she is with me.

Tightly clutching me to her chest.

And in my ear she whispers-

I love you.

Ha

As if I am really an idiot.

Not to feel the evolutionary design.

Of her community.

The fact is.

She is never with me.

She has been doing this to me all the time.

There for me and not there for me.

Spoon-feeding when required.

And a tight slap for no reason.

I still love her.

Though she calls me an impertinent bastard.

It seems like an approval to my sudden smooch.

Or a required full smooch.

Ass hole I am no doubt in that.

A word-breaker shoe-maker.

Bitch she is I know.

One big melancholic she turns now and then.

When she is selfish.

Looks silly but very very dangerous.

But I still love her.

Therein lies the whole problem.

Happy Prince

The winter is near.

How do I know?

People have become cold.

Of course towards me.

I don't blame them.

It's natural.

You cannot bear two.

But what is my fault?

I get what I deserve.

But do I deserve cold feelings.

Oh! somebody in indiatimes taught me.

The term is Royal Ignore.

Is this post a vent or something.

The smoke is everywhere.

And I got to cross the water curtains.

Run through revolving blades.

Catch a ledge here.

Fight with the Raiders.

The Crow Master and the Shadow.

Lost all my warmth in the process.

The swallows have left.

Greener pastures.

An Area of Darkness

We meet the Prince.

Omnipresent he was .

At that moment.

A bit surprised.

In destiny's game.

Still 25 after ages.

Can't recall when we last met.

The number is his.

But you got to earn that.

It's foolishness.

But who cares.

Priorities smell of a meaningful life.

In this meaningless world.

Yet we run.

I see them run from my Ivory Tower.

Smiling.

Feeling the gold embroidery.

Clutching the invitation.

In my pocket.