Pero es veneno si te quieres enamorar(But it's poison if you want love)....

As usual i wanted a safety pause before starting these lines...
 Does a young man rejected by his first love (which is tantamount to a heart carrying piercing spear)declare that love doesn't exist ???
No, Definitely not!!
Scars are the medals branded on flesh.He takes pride in them as it can't put end to his ability to love.
          That young man stands in the darkest corner of a busy street bustling with jostling pedestrians , and  of his heart bleeding with tears faintly whispers "Love cross my path with sparkle in her eyes ,the love God intended for thee which i lacked courage to embrace".
             Well, too much of tantalizing emotional sermons.Mind drags me to another dimension of space to which only music can take ,If you are a  slave of rhythm .
 And the strange fact is that music makes man sing many  alien languages , Which he can't  Read, cannot Write ,  cannot Speak and most probably Doesn't even understand.
     I'm greatly thankful to a bunch of people for making me hum those alien languages(So simple eh..).
  Telugu-My Mother (Of course obvious its My Mother tongue)
 English & Hindi: (Govt. Of AP For including'em in curriculum 3rd and 2nd languages 'Respect'ively)
Kannada : Anju Baby with whom i can discuss and go crazy over thw wierdest and the dirtiest of the matters(This girl is fluent in English and Kannada but not Telugu when i first spoke to her!)
Spanish : Amanda Vila Nova (My first and Last, Cute , Now Sexy Ex-GF)
Romanian,Russian  : MR.Thaman(For his brilliant thought provoking musical xeroxing that gives excellent BETTER THAN ORIGINAL copies)
Turkish : Melody Brahma Manisharma (Has got Exceptional mettle for which i've mentioned Mr.Thaman)
Arabic : Kotagiri Akash for giving me an anecdote of listening to UnUnderstandable (Ingrammatical) Arabic songs.
Arabic & Korean : Melody Genius Pritam(Irony!)
 Tamil : The HR fellow at my previous and first firm  who posted me @Foot hills of Niligiris,Kovai District.
Bangla : My Shweet Shister (She started listening to this meeshti bhasha much prior to me)

And that's how i sing 13 languagesand most of them are alienic languages to me which i cant read,write,speak!

**Please Note : The above typed lines were drafted by Ungrammatical professionals ,please don't use those grammatically incorrect expressions and Don't try them at home!

A Ne'er Do Well'S Elastic Heart!

THERE ARE TOKOPHOBIC BOYS IN THIS UNIVERSE!
As Usual i begin my sick writings with something that is unconnected to the next  downright rather machiavelian phrases(For the first Time!!)

     People(Many Of'em) say think with brain and feel with heart. I was confused as i always do!

Biology (Resource : My Sexy Science Teacher) , Heart is bloodpump which circulates, circulates and recirculates the blood And there will be uncomfortable orgasmic experiences which repatriates livliness of fleshy,bloody human body!

          Lately i'em experiencing parched emotions. Heard Love is a machiavelian emotion.

well, i choose to have strife toungues with those fellas. I'd rather say add some prefix like Paramour to The Love

" The Love of a Paramour is pernicious"

And it is a world where suspicion and cruelty are rife , Thousand people means thousand different opinions,faiths,beliefs,gurdges,crushes,hurdles,aspirations....

     i had(!!)a brain.Had i been used it for thinking ...

Alas , Statement itself  had no picture of its face.

     And there were days i used to feel that i use my brain for thinking.

    The real thing i had been doing is Overthinking

Infact One of my foul passions.

            

                          There is a saying.Life(Heck, without my intent   this word creeps in ,Haunting philosophical Shadows) is hardcore porn (Continue iff 18+)movie.

          Initially going through unconnected events , like we study (In My country atleast) unneeded stuff .

    Slowly the environment heats up, the strip like As we grow old we feel the heat of growing up,We(The Middile Class Indians) get aware of everything and soon we learn  that whatever included in everything is unavailable at the moment it was needed.And then in the pursuit of reaching those unavailables we strip ourself off discipline rather renegade  from morals.

                Reach for the pleasure points , Get the comfortable waves of pleasure , not perennial but momentary. like we get immediate unsustainable results of stripping off . 

             Then complete control was taken by lust.Like Most of the men(Women too!!) lust for Money.They'd themselves f'ckin moneymanking machines.That stupifying lust makes'em forget the hardness in strokes.