void..

sometimes some stories are real based upon own gone agonies,

like to tell each.. do not go through these please.. be pleasant be crony,

close to someone attuned to heart.. who wishfully understands you,

the way you are.. the individual you choose tobe.. human she knows n knew,

but the void happened.. no voice traversed in that void.. emptied,

in all ways.. wealth health n status.. nothing except the void.. descenteed,

shunt the habits that suffocates.. said she.. enjoy pleasure.. n enjoy,

the healthy habits.. but nothing fell on ears.. the outcome.. loss of ultimate joy,

biological reasons.. some habits do take the counts.. but some never listened,

void void void happened.. young n toughened heights gone gone.. from his systems...

                                 void.........

Humans..

i m one among the genre.. the world knows.. the humans.. that is enough i m human n a man,
with the body of male.. no heightened chest or breast and no hole between the legs n that can,

ofcourse no hole from the front.. and it can.. no big words.. nothing biased but all what i am,
financial wizzard.. no.. owner of literally hundreds of assets.. no.. still nothing much ado about some ram,

one human.. may be good enough.. literally good to the origin n the core... in styles n galores,
that flow like the humans.. with all the moods.. can say aaj mood hai to relax n enjoy with the sure,

who can do.. can do.. lest there is denial to the invitation.. of one by someone in pretext of what,
some one knows.. i do not.. yet the outbursts for whom n why.. when nothing in direct is known to one first,

the closer.. knowing the first sight in love is for ever.. none forgets the first kiss.. the first finest moment,
of being in love ofcourse as human.. knowing the emotions reign supreme in these n nothing torment,

that is all the times complaining.. all the times.. typically sordid.. all the times.. weak weird n meek,
the world of humans.. but own names n faces.. assuming a good n healthy world.. not of sick n freaks.... 

i choose..

i choose to live life of choice.. good or bad.. what else.. but life certainly is not the chance,
i choose to stay motivated.. good all the times.. knowing being such shall always enhance,

                                   an opportunity..

i choose to be useful for any with whom i get associated.. both in personal n professional relations,
i choose to remain reasonably pleased n put curved 10 by 10 smile.. celebrate their elation's,

                                   of success n good fortune...


i choose to be medium of change.. n perhaps in these i get monitised as the medium of exchange,
i choose to have enough of motivation in me.. so that i stay with in my unit.. as unit not beyond range,

                                   of being asset not the liability...


i choose self esteem.. since i know it is the belief that keep me sustained in hours of intense needs,
i choose hard work.. again getting inspired from the success stories of those a few.. who did the deeds,

                        of being the successful entrepreneurs...



i choose to always listen to my inner voice.. be fair n be nostalgic,

about many loving people who in their owns ways remain charismatic,

     

         well almost always..

and finally.. I choose to admire those who transcends an aura of them,

wherever they live.. wherever they go... these sparkle 😍 like the Gem..

              as individuals with beauty & brain..

            

                                      

i let these..

some times some situations become uneasy and uncomfortable courtesy some rigid attitudes,
of some or of many.. while some have opinions of their own that i call their way to express gratitude,

or say thanks n here i say typically glamours women who have both with them.. beauty n the brain,
do like to say things in simple words.. having likes for own IT.. i let these.. do not put them in uneasy pain,

i let these to bloom like the women they are.. and who am i to put the blocks in their enjoying grace,
that these show off being cozy n closer n hopefully in arms and the face being hidden with kissing face,

these views are of my own.. not radical at all.. these views are just normal since i know the simple way,
that how two loving live with each other n make love to each other.. i believe these find space to sway,

i sincerely let these.. you know in wintery night is their any better way to live indulge sleep n relax,
and after doing good things.. under the wraps.. being n getting in mood again to do more in reflex,

by repeating some good things or being in motion again.. and slowly settling the point accross,
that you did not do this.. and i am doing and in how better way.. i let these without putting cross..

to indulge in sex is the way of life.. to enjoy the pleasure is surely the bliss,
i never stop any.. i let these.. i often wish them good luck.. have the charming in arms.. put up generous kiss....

                                good .uck.. :)

..the mood maker..

quite often i feel strange when i try recalling the last time when i tried killing the mood to have sex,
not even one occasion could i find in last 3 decades.. means i am the one who pushes one in to get wax,

and melt in the arms of the one.. you love n like to get indulged with.. hence typically i am maker of mood,
you feel happy from within.. get rid of  or be relieved of all unnecessary mental tensions.. just don't be prude,

or feel shocked or get annoyed when as in first night you are pushed in repeatedly to be the better of,
who you know.. n how.. do i need to tell this.. no no.. the heights of excitements you know.. do it without khauf,

yeah the early mornings are quite and enticing n quite rich too.. to make each other sweat n be warmed,
relax.. after doing.. feel the glow n charm on the face.. the mood appetizer.. sexing n mating never harms...

                             do it.... :)

genuine..

genuine is the one.. boss.. friend.. family or whatever... who does never scare,
does not bother either on showing concerns n passion.. genuine actually remains fair,

i remember the games a few decades ago i used to play as kid with my friends of my age,
at that time.. six or seven or eight perhaps.. n one such.. hide n seek.. thappa.. finally was the craze,

to tell you could not find me.. while i was hiding behind the door.. nai.. behind the large trunk,
that used to hoard many things.. woolens.. razais.. blankets.. n what not.. just to get in n get sunk,

yeah i used to do that.. jumping from the height upon those soft cottoned pillows n razais n daris,
a game for us the kids.. so warming particularly during the winters.. none bothered much about the curries,

that we would be getting in the dinner.. possibly taken by 9 o clock in the night n then hot milk before sleep,
but not before listening to some kahanis by nana nanis.. dada ji.. n elders.. ofcourse never bothered to peep,

into the other room.. the newly wed e.g.. mamaji n mamiji had just checked in.. for that their's first night,
what we uttered... mami's name.. n then put the blanket on the face to pretend no no i am not in to fright,

n disrupt the indulgence of newly weds.. the early 70s i guess n during the wet n cold winter,
the decades has passed on.. since then.. n with these too the games also to scare.. as happens in world of printers,

the transformation.. the change.. the gradual growing.. the continuous process toward to be one successful genuine,
who does not scare.. rather is concerned.. any ways all personal attributes.. but i do remain sanguine...

              am not the boss though.. but to remain hopeful n content with life is worth a smile..
                                           :)

generous

generous.. the people are and how.. yeah the people are financially better n better than many,
generous.. in that financial way i am not.. hence i stay off from certain mishabits.. the uncanny,

that are bit strange.. a bit awkward.. a bit mysterious.. though it would be fine n nice way to know,
a generous to the core.. from heart.. mind.. body n the soul.. conversing in open.. on the way to bestow,

a generous view.. a generous caliber..a generous intent.. a generous grace whose shine is just infinite,
the regal infinity.. the common sense holder.. well the seasoned professional who understands the plights,

of the people who work with them n for them.. n with generosity acknowledges yeah there is a limit,
the working limit.. n there shall always be harms socially.. if i force them to work beyond n treat then free hit,

who can be shouted.. threatened.. abused.. black mailed.. etc etc.. just to tell yeah i am the one who am,
the generous.. then i plead..ask the lady or know the lady.. majority of these are else without greed.. who can,

or rather do stay as the generous with their generouses.. earning better.. enjoying better n sleeping,
with better habits of course.. palms in palms.. breasts upon chests.. exploring just exploring not peeping.....