MICA By the night

Its serene
its trippy
Quiet and intense
solitude and sense

Kind of a trip walk
kind of an air of beauty
spells of retrospect
nights of introspect

then there is familiarity
ina strange new way
then there is roxy
following every way

then there is random music
and souless travellers
some knock on the door
some peek in windows

it becomes more habitable
when less habitated
becomes more black
when less darker

becomes more cold
and comfortable
more numb
and sensible

and we dont need no grass
when your trips dancing on the lawns
while spirits say hello
it aint no one im looking for

Bimbett-isation

Guess ill have to put my general views aside for a while. Its surprising that after being so independent , reckless and on my own i succumb to stupidity in front of him. Its funny how i cant use "ANY" electronic gadget in front of him. Its as if he comes with a magentic polarisation that all gadgets go beserk in front of me when hes around!!!
Maybe its your aura? Do you command everything to go mad when youre around? I cant call a Mc Donalds delivery guy properly, forget my passwords! and cant operate antyhing else like geyser , blower , refrigirator
Funny. Its like youre crawling beneath these surroundings to switch them off while you impress me by making it work fine. I think its very very iidotic. But if i cant operate something and when you do it in a second im floored. As wierd as that
Well anyway my common sense goes for a toss when youre around. I just cant htink rational anymore. Logical to bhool jao. Thank god i dont study with you:P Like the phone is not enough.

I become a blonde sometimes. I have to find a way to swim out of this bimbeteness and piss you and me with its charming nitwitidness
il have to break this habit soon monseuir:)
so much for the gender games!

Its important to get back

Sometimes its frustrating to be at the receving end. Even more frustrating when you dont get back. Sometimes its important to show , just once in a while , how deep you can hurt. Sometimes for those who take things for granted , need to be shown what a sensible mind can do. Sometimes its not the twisty word you know. Not the things people write behind in front and around everyone. Its the hypocrisy to behave like a king and expect respect when you slayed the royalty with deceit.Of course not everyone has the balls to face. Sometimes it makes me laugh. Its so funny.

Sometime its hurts them we dont care. It hurts them it dont affect.It kills them to know it doesnt affect anymore. It kills them more that we dont get back to kill them back , You know.

It is not tough to be composed. Its easy to sling. Anonymous. Open faced . Whatever. At the end of the day its a Karma which each of us maintain unconsciously. It could be in uncosncious ways. You know everyone teaches a lesson. subtly. indirectly. Can we live with that?

I always find it funny. Its a lovely experiment. To watch them in cages. To watch unfoldings. Sometimes blindness comes with twisted vision. Its easier to be dirty dark. Difficult to be so twisted. So filthy. There's a difference in dirty and filthy.mind it rajnikanth style:P

I am proud of every move of mine. Im not afraid to take stand in front of the whole world.I have made mistakes all right. But cut the crap dudes! Its maaf to make mistakes and accept it. Its egoistic to not accept. Its dirty to hide it. Its filthy to do it anonymous.

i guess some have to "get a life ":)
and meanwhile im enjoing the show!!

Purple Blood

Dynamic encroachments
Pensive strategies
Scheming plans
Elegant blood stains.

Symphony of stings
Pieces of melodious composition
Choking on promises and deeds
Fenced by silent barbed wires.

Sins justified with high intent
Vices wrapped in duties
Purple flags never fading
The cloths blood stained
While the staff is rusting.

The color seems darker than before
Richer and bloodier too
Washing their sins with more sins
Hell too is convinced.

Sheela Ki jawani

Sheela is hot. Her jawani is pouting. her moves are scinitillating. And You'd like to know what shes thinking????
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She is thinking " why Am i Paid less than the actors?"
"Why the fuck should they drool 24 Hours?"
"Why an Item Number should liberate men woowwwwwww"
"Why I am treated like a blonde? Oh wait im beautiful I better behave that way?"
"Why they cant do without me "
"Maybe they can use wax Models?"

"Management Schools want to do something re - productive maybe? Analyse my Brand Or watch me dance"
Forget harvard Case reviews they'd rather reviews this. Not surprising.

Hmmm
BALLS to all the Men who drool on Item Numbers in the twisted way.
Maybe your mothers did that to have you today?
maybe your sisters and wives too shall do the same
for the double faced homo sapient(men + women ) go f%%% your self again

Tarot and Me...

Its taken me a while to make me kinda write about my Tarot experiences. It all started when my Boyfriend gifted it to me. a Swanky new Tarot Box! And i was like voila he read my dark innocent mind....Sometimes its funny about how antagonisms exist so much that it doesnt feel true and yet again truth is always stranger than fiction..so you do end up believing it , shunning it and then accepting it. Now this explanation was for the use of Dark and innocence together.

Well Anyway years ago he gifted it to me and slowly i began exploring it. In the beginning i never believed the layers of Coincidence. Everytime i read someones spread they would relate to it totally. I was not shocked. I was like coincidence. Thats all. You Know the way horoscopes are layered in such twisty words that if you replace content you can still beleive its your own horoscope. But tthat didnt seem to be the case with the Cards. everytime i read it seemed to give a Pin Point analysis of them. I wasnt boozambled. Still. Sometimes the only reason i think im capable of doing this art is because im not Judgemental.I dont question , taunt , analyse its beauty. Its like you breathe in your territory and me in mine. Its worked or us till Now.

I think i Have read around 20 People till Now. Their questions on various things like relationships , careers , destiny etc etc. And the tarot has answered them silently, Dilligently. Truly. And they have all agreed when i would reveal what the cards said. ranging from their Past to their nature to their future Goals to their Families Reactions to their Dark sides and their secret hopes. I never did anything Frankly. I just read what they themselves Picked. I believe its all predestined that they would have picked Those cards no matter what. And i was destined to Read it. I think the spread has shocked everyone Crazily. Revealing deep secrets.

But theres something else i want to talk about here. From My perspective.
Its been Trying.It always draws me in another dimension. You know being a channel is trying. Not difficult.Enjoyably Alluringly Repulsively Emotional.:P So much So

When i read them i dont Judge. I tell them simply what they Picked. But what i feel is a bigger challenge is to synchronise my magnets into their Life and Destinies. I have read dark People with attacking Auras. Silent Lambs with even More dangerous Intentions. Unsuspecting Devils with Hearts of Gold.

The Biggest challenge I thought would be to forget what I revealed. When i began i though what if i remember what i told them and keep judging them forever? But that didnt Happen. I forget. I forget. Questions and Answers after they are told. But the brunt of that i face. In wierd Ways. Sometimes I cant get up. Sometimes i sigh way too Much. Sometimes it stirs Broken Chords. Sometimes it hurls allegory and Karma at me. The thought of filling some Gap bewildered me all the While. But again I presumed if i could help someone Why Not.

And i realised. It helped me More than others. Reading others made me include my soul with other processes. i can and was a part of their complete Destiny Chain , Thought Process and even karma.

And it freaked me out again. But what the Heck. I can still do it. I remember Reading someone very very tough and it took me lullabies to get back to me. Thanks to him.I told her about it and she said " Obviously! "

I love this thing i Read. I cherish it like Shit. I shall someday talk more about it.

Hungover'd Creativity

They say creativity comes when you let go.It "Dawns" when you give a F&^%. It unravels when you are clogged. Sometimes i agree. Its only when you are completely stressed that you realise what your real priorities are.
Why pushing on the edge works is primarily because of This.And then there are a few who wont experiment. Then there are few who dont need to :P ( If You say so )
Creativity is not Art i feel. Its a state of Mind. Its the priority in a Cache. Its the saffron in the Taste. Kinda implicit. Kinda Behind the Shadows. Having it will take you to places you never wanted to go. But then again if you concentrate on the Journey you could have all the fun:)
The Day we stop measuring outcomes and outputs of decisions choices and scenarios we shall cease to be imperfect:P
My Neice once said " I need crayons and chocolate "!
makes me wanna chew a bit on the fact that is creativity an excuse to let go? or is it Just a Need Based delivery Model? Is it opening up New Doors? Is it exploring inner own rooms? Is it sometimes programmed only to offer you change and immerse you in a chain of oceanic events?
I know its not natural. I know it cant Be tries. Steps to dementia collide;when its sought to be tried:)

Its a karma All Right

It Aint my Karma
if i dont find enemies like me
It Aint my Karma
if Judgement is meant to be

It Aint my Karma
if enemies are blessed to be
It Aint my Karma
that my Man is the best to be

Sometimes freedom hurts
sometime solitude is a Joy Burst
sometimes dark inhibitions sought
sonetimes dreams are meant to be thought

sometimes i feel we decide
what we dream what we find
many times our pleasure is pre decide
sometimes its meant to be righ

i dont know what i say
im old monked on a wierd way
i thank him sometimes for being him
i thank me sometime for being me

sometimes i wanna say
not talking about love
is a measure of a way
of telling how secure you are'of telling how lucky you are

sometimes i wanna say
thank you in indefinite ways
sometimes i wanna pave a way
for a woman on her own way

i dont need no one this way
i shall walk a warriors fate
i am in love with a king
and have a some warriors to be free with

Its all in the Karma i feel
Its all in the past brewed
Its all like a programmed feed
its all like a trippy lead

im happy for the way i are
im happy for the friends i have
though distances seem to crop and go
i know i and they can count galore

A poem for my thoughts today
a Thought for the prose i feign
A Touch for the wierd
A message for the azure few

Melanchony Nights..

Oh trees of dusked ambitions

on roots of yesterdays truimphs

Calm under the lunar influence

As the sun sets back to the past.

A new today of night nature

Tiptoes out from the glaring days

Sands too heave aside

Brewing troubles from the daily pot.

Oh magic bliss of the dark

Senses of all rest on your lap

Oh lady of tranquil charm

Induce your poise in tired minds.

Oh messenger of dreamy sights

Oh lord of quiet silence

Bless upon these tried souls of the sun

With power panache and all your elegance.

Alas

Should I smile? Should I whine?

At soft maladies or brutal signs

Pieces of intention scattered around

Slant remarks of dirty grime.

 

Questions strike the young

Beautiful and sometimes bold.

Fingers pointed by the crowds

Only demean them more.

 

Deceit becomes ubiquitous

While beauty remains puny.

Alas this cowardly world

Afraid to be on terms of its own/