Not All Posts Have To Be Named!

The morning after you left, I wondered what had gone wrong, so horribly wrong that you swore you'd never see my face again. Was it because of my strong belief in karma or was it because I was light years ahead of you and you just couldn't keep up with me? 

Never before has anybody made me feel as shallow as you have. Never before have I felt the need to bring myself down just like this to be at par with you. Yet, never before have I been so irrevocably in love.

You bring me down. I climb back up again. You push me away. I crawl back again. You hurt me. I recover. You hit me. I heal.

But how much longer?

Quoting Cohen

"I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah
Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah..."
                                      -Leonard Cohen

There was a time when everything was so perfect. Like it was all meant to be. Like we were meant to be. But now we're up against the whole world.

Your love is a venom that is killing me, softly, each day. You're poisoning me. You're suffocating me. I cannot let go of you.

I cannot look into your eyes without doubting myself anymore. I cannot breathe. I cannot feel. Your love is burning me. Your love is making me lose myself.

There was a time when we thought that this would last forever. It was meant to be. But we were not. But look at us now, wasting away in each other's arms. We're too scared to let go.

Will there be a new tomorrow?

Fuck.

Yes, I am cheap and have no qualms about expressing and exhibiting my vulgarity in cyberspace.

Avoid.
The void.
Are you horny yet, my love?

Let's fuck.
Let's fuck.
Let's fuck.
Let's fuck till we can no more.

Stop.
Get on top.
Let me ride you, my love.

Let's fuck.
Let's fuck.
Let's fuck till I'm sore.
Let's fuck till we can no more.

Do you love me yet?

Run

The look in your eyes,
makes me want to cry.
I can never face you again.
I'm ashamed.

Run.
Run away.
Run away from me.

I've let you down.
I've caused grief, profound.
I can never bring the smile back on your face.
Memories, I can never replace.

Run.
Run away.
Run away from me.

I've made you cry.
I've made you want to die.
I can never kiss you again.
I can't take away the pain.

Run.
Run away.
Run away from me.
Set me free.

We Didn't Start The Fire/ It Was Always Burning,Since The World's Been Turning!

To say that I was never selfish before and have turned into so would be quite absurd. Let's face it, I have always been the scheming one. The one who ALWAYS gets her way. The one who is obsessed with winning and the one whose ego is more inflated than the gas prices today!


You came.
It was a sultry summer afternoon.
Your face.
Reminded me of what I was before.
Your eyes.
Longed for me and I could tell.
So I kissed you and I kissed you well.

Your hands.
Reached for me when they should have.
Your voice.
whispered sweet nothings into my ears.
You.
Wanted me so bad and so did I.
But is this the start or is this goodbye?

On Sex

Little Miss What's-Her-Name-Again?! is who you would quintessentially call a lusty slut. Despite the fact that she was in love with Mr.Right, who gave her pretty much everything that she wanted, she was not satisfied. She craved for more. She felt the need to experience more pleasure and more pain than what she had been experiencing lately. She needed to satisfy not just the body, but the soul.

Everything seemed mundane in Miss What's-Her-Name-Again?! 's life till Mr. What's-His-Name-Again?! decided to proposition with with an offer she could not refuse.

They started to kiss, just like old times...more like old time,but still. They kissed like it was their last day here on earth. Moments passed and with each passing moment, off came pieces of clothing.
They felt no shame in what they did. They were no Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden, biting into their apple of Sodom. They were two human beings who believed that there was a possibility of love and lust being two independent theories, on which human actions are often based.
They wanted to have sex, not to express love but to fulfill bodily pleasures. Pleasures of the mind. They longed to stretch the dimensions of pleasure and take it to a whole new level.

Suddenly, he was doing all the things that she wanted him to do. She was using her tongue not just to talk but to do better things-to ensure that it would be a day he would never forget.

Hours went by. They rolled. They fucked. He got on top of her. She rode him. Beads of sweat dripped down their naked bodies. Their craving for each other did not. He left. She turned the other way. It was like a road trip that come to end, very unfortunately.

Time forgotten or moments which repeat themselves often?
Who knows!