Rose is as Rose as Blue
Rose is a Rose is a Blue
Rose is as Rose as Blue
Rose is a Rose is a Blue
Wednesday 21 August 2013
Pleasurable Blue
Rose is as Rose as Blue
Rose is a Rose is a Blue
Rose is as Rose as Blue
Rose is a Rose is a Blue
Eternal/ Ephemeral Blue
After
midsummer April May
brooding
evening
Monsoon
came with which walked
fasten
with help of its long leg black umbrella
handled
as walking stick.
fourth
day June evening
that
warden umbrella played alone.
Cricket
pitch was drowned,
cricket
ball,bat, stumps, bails all are scattered
June5
At
school opening day
I was
beckoned to school
The girl
never used to be found
without
her blue ribbon walked infront of me.
Chocolated
chirped like crickets
hedgerow
was spawned myriad rain drops
* * * *
* * * * * *
A long
queue of devotees
chanting
mantras on Lord Sree Krishna
May
first started sacred Vaisakha month of devotees.
There is
gathering of Communist
Youth
federation
At east
entrence of the temple
open
stage was festooned with half red
half
blue Soviat type flags
She is
citing a revolutionary poem among them
she
didn't adorned her neck, ears,
fingers
with ornaments
But
shining with blue ribbon.
It was
martyr day of their comrade
The
statue of Lod SreeKrishna's
close
friend Kuchela was dressed
like
aged Gandhiji.
while
walking towards to temple
her blue
ribboned red poem persuaded me
until
Hare..Krishna...devotional
chantings
Pirates of Saints
On the sail to genesis
Saint commits violence
on the bank of labia.
Caught by CC TV footage
while solaced by the labyrinth of
G-rated G spot’s spa
Premature extradition of
coitus interruptus from nomad
voluptous.
Censored video of erosion
Quarantine sitting inside the spermarium
like quantum solace inside
the sperm holocaust chamber which
carpetted by darted quondams,dildos.
End of origin by doodle logo of nude.
Saint commits violence
on the bank of labia.
Caught by CC TV footage
while solaced by the labyrinth of
G-rated G spot’s spa
Premature extradition of
coitus interruptus from nomad
voluptous.
Censored video of erosion
Quarantine sitting inside the spermarium
like quantum solace inside
the sperm holocaust chamber which
carpetted by darted quondams,dildos.
End of origin by doodle logo of nude.
NATASHA HAS BEEN
Natasha Has Been is a budding lingerie model
Blonde blue eye
Curvaceous cocation white.
Universe is omnipresent strange God
With its mystic mischievous.
People meditate on the glory of that being
When they meditate they have lost their absolute being.
Why they deliberately trying to lost their self?
Universe is a not yet decided asexual ascetic
An uncertain origin like Natasha Has Been
When he hit puberty at the age of fourteen with flatten hairy chest
Later it became forty-four gamaglobuline breasts
Now she is celebrity widow with platinum dyed hair
celebrating silver jubilee of her flowering.
When Natasha Has Been was a boy before four days of Easter
he started painting eggs by crayons.
There is a comic nostalgia about
the Universe that was egg-shaped cosmic nostalgia
He rushed to his friends to show his painted eggs on the way side
he saw a cave because of rainbow downpour
In the cave he saw sarcophagus
Newly excavating tools and mess-ups
It was raped victims skeleton.
Universe is a color conscious of energy
without control like a sperm donor’s fake orgasm.
Will the Universe enlighten the minds by the thoughts of the cosmic?
without barbed fence
Without disparity between haves and haves not
and without nude on the barbecue.
In the cave he saw a pinky finger bone of Women X with
a primitive dispute like origin of the universe which cause of ‘Y’
Why?
Is it bone of contention?
Is it shemale bone or female bone?
Seeing this finger bone he feel himself a painted egg
with full of yolk without albumen
And felt himself a skinny albino
Dropped all painted eggs from his finger tips
and spread fluid estrogen crystal in the cave.
It was his flowering but a metamorphosis
like microcosm to macrocosm.
Universe don’t want a start to end
Why should we impose a puberty
and menopause to universe?
Allow her to be eternal virgin
Model Natasha Has Been is walking in the ramp
Walking charity, walking chastityand
fortune walking in front of fashionistas
with umblicalcord strapped corset.
Natasha Has Been the fellatrix is a zygote in the ramp
which carrying fashionistas
Due to her only cosmic conscious
she could know her manfellatio and cunnilingus by her boyish.
Everybody know nobody has produced the universe
Thought of cosmic music without
an instruments and percussionists
Music is everywhere.
O
Everybody meditate on the glory of that everybody has produced this music.
Natasha Has Been the prophetess is singing her song ‘HeShe ‘in this music
It is about cosmic nude and black veil less eyes
She think
There for her
And she think about her herself of he
There for him.
Blonde blue eye
Curvaceous cocation white.
Universe is omnipresent strange God
With its mystic mischievous.
People meditate on the glory of that being
When they meditate they have lost their absolute being.
Why they deliberately trying to lost their self?
Universe is a not yet decided asexual ascetic
An uncertain origin like Natasha Has Been
When he hit puberty at the age of fourteen with flatten hairy chest
Later it became forty-four gamaglobuline breasts
Now she is celebrity widow with platinum dyed hair
celebrating silver jubilee of her flowering.
When Natasha Has Been was a boy before four days of Easter
he started painting eggs by crayons.
There is a comic nostalgia about
the Universe that was egg-shaped cosmic nostalgia
He rushed to his friends to show his painted eggs on the way side
he saw a cave because of rainbow downpour
In the cave he saw sarcophagus
Newly excavating tools and mess-ups
It was raped victims skeleton.
Universe is a color conscious of energy
without control like a sperm donor’s fake orgasm.
Will the Universe enlighten the minds by the thoughts of the cosmic?
without barbed fence
Without disparity between haves and haves not
and without nude on the barbecue.
In the cave he saw a pinky finger bone of Women X with
a primitive dispute like origin of the universe which cause of ‘Y’
Why?
Is it bone of contention?
Is it shemale bone or female bone?
Seeing this finger bone he feel himself a painted egg
with full of yolk without albumen
And felt himself a skinny albino
Dropped all painted eggs from his finger tips
and spread fluid estrogen crystal in the cave.
It was his flowering but a metamorphosis
like microcosm to macrocosm.
Universe don’t want a start to end
Why should we impose a puberty
and menopause to universe?
Allow her to be eternal virgin
Model Natasha Has Been is walking in the ramp
Walking charity, walking chastityand
fortune walking in front of fashionistas
with umblicalcord strapped corset.
Natasha Has Been the fellatrix is a zygote in the ramp
which carrying fashionistas
Due to her only cosmic conscious
she could know her manfellatio and cunnilingus by her boyish.
Everybody know nobody has produced the universe
Thought of cosmic music without
an instruments and percussionists
Music is everywhere.
O
Everybody meditate on the glory of that everybody has produced this music.
Natasha Has Been the prophetess is singing her song ‘HeShe ‘in this music
It is about cosmic nude and black veil less eyes
She think
There for her
And she think about her herself of he
There for him.
NOW, NIGHT BEGINS WITH SHOWERING OF RAIN
Rain is music in murk
Rain in darkness blinds me.
Rain music in the mind
And rain chill in the body
creat a cool spring.
To lull me into sleep like mother,
to kiss on the eyelids with darkened eyebrows,
Darkness comes, floating,
As the fair meditation of peace.
No more fear about the darkness,
for
Now,
Night begins with showering of rain.
Rain in darkness blinds me.
Rain music in the mind
And rain chill in the body
creat a cool spring.
To lull me into sleep like mother,
to kiss on the eyelids with darkened eyebrows,
Darkness comes, floating,
As the fair meditation of peace.
No more fear about the darkness,
for
Now,
Night begins with showering of rain.
SHE IS AN ANGLER IN THE FAST TRACK
When we spree in the speed spirit
without speed sense
none cares for the width of the way.
Then, the only impetus
is to turn into abstract
All shapes,including trees and buildings nearby.
This car race is an impulse to transform
all into an illusion.
A big way,
with exact width and length,
and with rules
that keep your legs and hands in,
comes flying, plucking away caution signals.
Then we stop this speed race,
seeing the nightmare of a desert
with uprooted roots,
where only the hot wind blows.
Amidst the speed race,
being indulged in the speed spirits,
and freed from natural forces,
we recall her who told tales
of roads which were ready to zig-zag
for the trees and paddyfields .
without speed sense
none cares for the width of the way.
Then, the only impetus
is to turn into abstract
All shapes,including trees and buildings nearby.
This car race is an impulse to transform
all into an illusion.
A big way,
with exact width and length,
and with rules
that keep your legs and hands in,
comes flying, plucking away caution signals.
Then we stop this speed race,
seeing the nightmare of a desert
with uprooted roots,
where only the hot wind blows.
Amidst the speed race,
being indulged in the speed spirits,
and freed from natural forces,
we recall her who told tales
of roads which were ready to zig-zag
for the trees and paddyfields .
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