Tuesday, October 9, 2012

F*ucked up lives has it own fun.
I get up when the phone is at the verge of dismissing the snooze on its own. I hardly shower for 3 days a week. The stubble suits me, all the 'she' says. So I let it be. Yes, it also gives me the advantage of not shaving  daily. I bless the manufacturers of perfume. Sprinkle on in generous proportion. Get the freshly laundered linen. The matching trousers. Tie or untie the shoes and put them on. Wake up the girl sleeping in my bed, telling her in the sweetest way to Leave. Yes, you assure her that you will call her. And probably even meet for coffee. No, you do not ask her name. It was fun, baby.
And then, you move on to yet another mundane day at work.
You know the vicious cycle would continue. And yet, there is this lonely grip that never leaves you. Takes you to the bar. Sloshes you over. And makes you do things, which on hind sight you probably do not wanna do. Oh, do you know how to stop? Or the f*cked up drama continues, happily ever after...

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

She still hasn't changed her password.
For reasons unknown.
And today, she fought with him. A bad bitter one, which ended with a long e-mail from her side (old habits die hard!)

I
know
I should not be sneaking around like that.

But, she must have left it unchanged, for some reason.
A small minute reason?

Saturday, December 19, 2009

I hate the fact that I love her so much.
Today, I hate it.

Yesterday, I loved it.
I enjoyed being with her. Her thoughts were enough to put me in a trance.
I love/d her with all I could, with all I had.
And then, one day, I departed.

Days when we both used to meet.
After enough of arguing over the place, over the speed of the car, over the color of the clothes, over the smell I wear, over the shoes I untie, we agree to do something similar.
Love each other.
Like no one else ever would.

The slow movements that would lead to become a pile of clothes. The uncontrollable kisses that erupted like a fire from within. The involved wetness that she liked.
How quickly, and yet slowly, our body became one. Each cell percolated through the membrane called love. We made love. Over and over again. And each time, the shrill of her moans coaxed me for more. And lot more of it.
Cupping her tender chest with bare hands, and feeling the stiff nipple around. That was like finding the bark and edge of a tree. A tree that shelters me, tenders me, for a long long time. I sucked onto them for a long time. Marks on them, oh how she loved to see. She taught me how to vaccum kiss and create this wonderful marks. And everytime she used to tell me the day after, that its still paining. Ironically, she used to say that with a smile. So as to how her bathing ritual on days after we make love, are unusually longer and happier. Whenever she cleansed those body parts, they would remind her of me. How I cherish each one of them.
How I treat her like a godess. And how she enjoys the feel of it.

Oh, how I loved making love to her.
How I loved hearing her moans and the tender smiles that followed.

I miss her on that pillow today.
Has she still left one for me, on her bedside?

Monday, December 14, 2009

10 Things You Want, but Wouldn’t Buy for Yourself

Tuesday fun!

10 Things You Want, but Wouldn’t Buy for Yourself

1) Lamborghini (Sheer waste of money, and if the accident prone me , trashes this one! ---bam!!)
2) A platinum bracelet (too girly, but they do look good on men, believemee!)
3) A personalized autograph collection of John Lennon
4) A villa at Dubai (Crowd is so not my type!)
5) Plane tickets to Honolu :D
6) The $5000 refrigerator !
7) A 200 * 200 cubicle (apartment) at new york city! Just cos its new york , i dont tink it deserves to be underlaid so much. I mean even a matchbox is worth its prize!
8) That life-size teddy hanging around that store around the corner!
9) Boxful of cuban cigars
10) A harp !

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Then I went to the bartender to ask for a drink...
I was already feeling bloated, but I had no company otherwise, a glass filled with some colorless liquid, chunks of ice - some bliss!

It was way past midnight.
I was gonna go home, nothing but this speeding car for company...
Then, Bob marley accompanied me....

The store was like 10 mins. away.
I was too lazy to get the car outta the shed and drive.
I decided to walk, all alone.
Alas! My legs accompanied me.

Each phase, some company!
Feel good.
U are afterall not alone!

Hello

howdies to the selected few who would be reading this!

nah this aint the first time am posting/blogging...but the first when am posting from this id and here...

psst...the first time that am makin my blog public..

I am so done with being a closed book ... to be read by a selected few!

Ofcourse, the credit also goes to this wonderful gal in my life, who kinda made me do this, you know be here right now types (oh,its not my mom!) ....so cutting the crap short

here I am !!

What am I post about!
?

Mostly , it would be the random tits bits of my life, my shattered past and the wonderful moments of my life.

I am gonna be this "Pooh" in this world. No particular reason for this name, but as you can guess, my ex gave me this cute nic and i am kinda used to it!

It sucks to call her my ex, but then thats how this is ..... life u knw!

Nah, am not this cribber, i would rather prefer to call self this amazingly bright being - a globe trotter - a kind of nice hearted guy - who's here to do lotsa stuff.

Some ladies have come and gone , made me feel lonely and stuff, am moving on ..moved on. Family still on the top slot , and this ex kinda still maintains that spot.

Yes, am trying to move on!

This space would be a breather. A virtual world, a place to breathe and sigh about all those moments that took my breath away!

There are times when I merely stare at the ceiling or if am lucky at the sky. Those moments of doing nothing and feeling good are what I cherish the most. So, I am basically a low-maintenance guy. If you are someone who can look at the ceiling or the sky with me, oh, well, buzz me, and I will take it from there.
Happy reading people!