Setting you free

Drenched in November rain and Tennessee whiskey, he looks down for the last glimpse of his love. He came in to say his vows and to her surprise, farewell as well. He has been practicing it almost every day from last 5 years hoping that the message will be clear and both their spirits dance in unison on the music of love.

Thunders roared in the backdrop and a cold shiver went down his spine. Raindrops forged his sight making it difficult for him to see. Even the lights went off. Amidst the sound of the rain came a voice shrieking, “It’s late! You should go home now!” His legs are heavy, can’t move. Somebody took a soul out of him and all it remains amidst the winter rain is the shadow of a guy who he used to be. “Go home or I’ll call the police”, said the man. The voice pierced through eardrums making way to his brain to react to it. Dejected and with great remorse he went back home.

 His soul is weary and eventually loses out to cold; beds aren’t for comfort and the place reeks of whiskey and vomit. There is hardly any occasion when his heart was let down by the Tlaloc. Grey set in his soul and tonight together they cry. He missed the warmth around the place and how lively it used to look when she is in the world.

Going through the bar he saw her favourite book rotting on the shelf. It is the same book that she insisted him to read! But lacking in time and urge, he never bothered to read it. Tonight it seems like the perfect combination that goes in hand with whiskey. Slouched on the bed, opens to read its credentials; there is note written, “If you seek redemption, open the last page.”

His senses came alight. Baffled as he opens up to the last page where some lines were written by her. It reads,

“Roses may have lost its glow,

but you’re ever-glowing in my heart.

World sets alight, when you hug me tight,

Seeing you like this I might kill myself tonight.

Don’t be afraid to lose control cuz you’ve nothing fear,

 I’ll be two steps behind you of this I’m clear.

With or without you, I’ll always be there,

 Look in the sky and you’ll see me there.

I’m not sure if I can do this, dilemma set in my mind,

Please bear with me and be kind.

 I promise I won’t ask for another shopping spree

Cuz tonight I’m setting you free.”

A Night in the Fall

“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy

There’s stain on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti

 He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm

 and ready to drop bombs,

But he keeps on forgetting what he bore down,

The whole crowd goes so loud”

That explains the lot what went down last night. A beautiful nightmare if I may say –heavy breathing, sweaty palms, lying uneven gasping for the last hint of air in the room adorns the time. A soul needs to wonder in the wake of an awakening – be it spiritual or mental.

A ride to hell seems like the best option available in that moment. Painful but pleasurable I may sum up this sensation. With each passing second my knees are wearing out, moans are getting loud as if someone is sucking the soul outta me. But somehow I won’t introduce this feeling as a Devil’s work nor do I sense any Dementor in the house.

The gate to the hell is in sight. I resisted at first, still want to explore what it looks like from inside. (WANDERLUST) My body bore a heavy weight, shivering went down from the spine to legs, “just a step away” I said to myself. As soon as I opened the door, it splashed and divulges the watery wrath on the micro-bacteria that resides on the cotton.

Open my eyes and look at the great mess that I’ve nonchalantly created. This is what happens when your girlfriend left you for some other guy. Erections are hard to come by and so does future prospects. Your forearm may have loosened up but your will to bone Maria Sharapova is still there.

Rules of Tinder – Guy’s Edition

How many of you have downloaded Tinder? Almost every desperate soul who needs action on weekends did it. I don’t blame you. I’m one of your kind. Even I need action every now and then. But, can ‘Tinder’ provide me with much-needed sexual relief?

The answer is, ‘YES’. All you need to do is don’t be an asshole that shit, be the ass hole she wants to eat. Here are some laid-down ‘Rules’ that one should follow in order to land a date or sex buddy. *wink-wink*

Rules for Dicks –

  • Your nipples aren’t tempting –

If you don’t possess 6 pack abs like Brad Pitt from Troy, please don’t flaunt your belly button. Girls literally have no interest in seeing your beer belly. That’s a big turn off. Put the nicest of shirts and click and post it on Tinder. Don’t forget to smile.

  • Can I have your number?

“Hell No! Creep!’ It is similar to asking her about the color of her panties. That’s not a Gentleman behaviour. Give it some time and pop up the question. If she gave you her digits, ‘All the Best’ wetting her pussy with your Morgan Freeman tone, if not, she is just ‘Angel Priya’ of Tinder.

  • Group Photos? You sure?

Never post a picture with a group or with a girl. If you want to, make sure you’re hell of an eye candy. Keep in mind she will never ever go out with an ugly ‘fuddu’.

  • Wordplay before foreplay!

If she is not dumb, she will never date you. Girls dig men with high intellect. Impress her with your words, not with the size of your cock (that’s secondary).

  • Don’t throw unnecessary things!

She wants to shower with you not with your complements. Be contempt with your magnanimity. Neither she wants to know how much you earn. Never disclose things unless she asks you about it.

 

CONCLUSION – You know you are ugly if you’re reading this.