..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.....

..aliens..

from the memories of someone.. named the traveller.. the real reveller .. whose time had come,
to meet some aliens.. the men eaters of course.. strangly for women the aliens had flippant bum,

flippered of course with no content in front and behind.. the aliens encountered the traveller,
shown teeth.. vertical eye.. flat bottom and large large bum to unshackle traveller's sense of being reveller,

picked the human flesh and bones to chew.. they chewed n sucked the blood.. human blood,
danced like the wolves.. the aliens had one new feast in front.. they vented.. from their wiping hood,

the traveller.. took off his camera.. and began capturing the momments of vices of aliens dready deeds,
to show these to people in the real world.. n going further began taking selfies with them.. need need,

need yours with me.. need the one behind.. all selfies of course.. thinking he would reveal these on instagram,
or on his statuses at facebook.. or shall tweet from his account... the aliens n the me.. n i am from,

some town.. or some big city.. but what he forgotton in his excitement.. that he is amidst men eaters,
who in a few minutes time shall begin feasting upon his head neck ribs soft tummy n kadak pennying heater,

yummy they would say then.. but then make him understand that in a few minutes he is going tobe no more,
n with nothing bodily coz all parts are going to be consumed by aliens.. fighting amongst.. for more for sure,

the aliens by now had begun the play n traveller busy in taking selfies making videos n forming plans,
to reveal to the world.. his encounter with aliens.. without any names.. sucking hot blood their elans,

but may be traveller knew how to get him out from the clutches of these vicious n dracular beasts,
he began to sing musafir hoon yaroon na ghar hai tikhana.. mujhay chaltay jaana hai.. for festival feast,

that are in offing in his world during the festive days.. the markets abuzz with all kinds of dry
fruits,
good to eat na.. better eating habits he said n began chaltay jaana in his melodious voice.. to check in finest suite.... 


                           till he returned home his own home.. harmless to share the selfies...

                                                upon........:)