Su_Tshant Basnet Kazi (Rajput-Chhetri)
Devil In Disguise I'm God
J.Harrison - BD.
You never regret the ones you do, you always regret the ones you don’t.
In this sweet melody of the beating rain....When the gentle gust comes down sudden through the pane...And slackens down as it touches my face to reach my crotch......Beneath the cloudy sky I lie naked,on my bed.....How i wish you were here.....Pinning me down,kissing me on my neck and everywere....... As dim light rolls down the sky to strikes your pubic hair.....Shining as a moon in the dark... Oh..those perfect round cupped breast....Warmth of our body we would share...How the aroma of your skin would sail the cold breeze and how it would get me intoxicated.....And i would admire your perfectly curved body...Nibbling on your ears....How i wish you were here...!!Oh! How i wish you were here..!!!
Get drunk, intoxicated yourself! Observe, and enjoy...Say nothing, do nothing...Observe...Enjoy...Drink fine wines..Drink fine poetry..Arts..Get high on love..On hurt..Make a cocktail..Say nothing Do nothing..DrinkGet drunk..Observe..Watch everything..See everything..Be Horous .. or a whore..Know everything but choose not to interfere..Ignore...Ignorance is blissful..Know nothing and choose to learn...To hell with the world..Fuck it! Get fucked..Clench your butt..Ignore..Ignorance is bliss..Think of buddha...They were 9 of them...Only one made it! Who are you?Who am I?Why are you ?Why am I?Doesn't matter...Flush yourself down the pipe..I was Jesus once...Buddha. Shiva ..Osiris...Odin...Zeus. Thoth ..I was once a thought...I was everything. .And nothing..So were you. .So why not smile...Smile..Smile often..Smile without any reason..Without any doubt...Let them judge you..Why do you care..?Why should you care?Let them call you crazy...What do they know..What do you know..?Puke and piss ,on a canvas..Create art out of your shit...Why do you care..?Fuck them...Without a condom...Infect them..Get infected..It's simple as that..Get drunk, intoxicate yourself!It's the shortcut to enlightenment...
Get drunk, intoxicated yourself! Observe, and enjoy...Say nothing, do nothing...Observe...Enjoy...Drink fine wines..Drink fine poetry..Arts..Get high on love..On hurt..Make a cocktail..Say nothing Do nothing..DrinkGet drunk..Observe..Know everything but choose not to interfere..Ignore...Ignorance is blissful..To hell with the world..Fuck it! Get fucked..Clench your butt..Ignore..Ignorance is bliss..Think of buddha...It's the shortcut to enlightenment...
As decided the night prior, this was to be the final time of us seeing each other. I stared down at her face and ran my finger on her freckles trying to carve the letter "S" on her cheek. She was still asleep, still full with red wine from last night. I decided to memorize her body, her smell. I sniffed her hair and they smelled like wild berries. Her pink little lips looked soft and lovely, I was tempted to kiss them but decided not to. I had lost all my rights. She moaned and twisted a little as I lifted the sheet off to memorize her body which looked bleak under the white sheet except for her pink little nipples. I don't remember the last time I'd cried but I was getting pretty close when it dawned upon me that every relationship in this world was based upon some sort of fib, which was beyond me. Since I'm from the world and not the other way around, I had to abide by it's rule no matter how shitty. I got off the bed to the table at the end of it, scribbled a goodbye note.Tore the paper off the pad,balled it and tossed it into the bin. I didn't want to leave her with hopes, it would have been both selfish and wrong.©su_tshant
People begin to lose their interest in you when they stop finding themselves in you.©su_tshant
I have dealt with enough of her bullshit over the years but nothing vexes me more than her “Always be Positive, think positive, do positive," attitude. I bet she smells roses in her shit. I’m just the opposite of her, I always think of the worst possible outcome and wear it as a life jacket. That may be the very reason why knowing what she did didn’t lead me into the dark suicidal pit of depression. I had already anticipated that one day she is to fuck behind my back or leave me, when we were under the sheet for the very first time. “I shall always be by your side, as long as you fuck me good and spend enough to keep me hot.” She had said and I had managed enough to pull up a flummoxing smile not knowing what she really meant, I thought of it to be of something positive.“That whore has sucked you dry like a flea.” Said Johnny gulping down on his whiskey in one breath; when I told him about her fucking some guy behind my back. “I Believe so John!” “I just don’t know what to do" I told him staring deep into the glass of whiskey in my hand. "Do you know who the guy is?" Asked Johnny almost enthusiastically."No!""Does she know that you know?" "No! I don't think so!" "But I'm gonna piss on his whiskey."“You know what? you need a breather my friend! You need to get out more,have fun, find some girls! We need to get out in the serene arms of nature like old times! Perhaps visit Africa or go fishing, or go fishing in Africa, meet Himba people, they offer their women to their guests, did you know that? "You're always after someone else's woman aren't you?" "It's the custom of the Himba's." "OR learn why an extra limb hangs between their men legs.” “Gravity!" I told him. “we don’t know that yet!” he told me, and he was right, there’s no way to prove gravity, even the brightest of minds cannot tell us how or why does the gravity work. So it was decided, me and Johnny were blessing the Himba's with our godly presence. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" she shrieked as I was stuffing my suitcase with my clothes, a pair of sandals, shoes and some toiletries and other things of necessity. “I’m leaving your hippo ass.” I yelled back and went into the kitchen onto pouring myself with a parting glass of whiskey. When I came back into the room she was already ransacking my luggage, murmuring obscenities. “you fucking crazy bitch, why don’t I murder your ass?” I raged, kicking on the trousers that laid on the ground. I drove off to Johnny’s place, he’d already booked the tickets for the next day. “don’t worry about the lodging Henry, I’ve already talked with this safari agency they’re gonna provide us a campervan and we have the Himba’s.” He said. “Do Himba women suck dick?” I enquired. “I wouldn’t know that. Perhaps their men do.” “I’d anticipated that.” That’s still better than getting mauled by a pride of lions or getting raped by an elephant. When I had first met her she had the innocence of a child, it almost made be blue and it definitely made her weak. I’d never thought she would survive the cruelty and harshness of this stinking world. But over the years she has proved me wrong, not only has she survived but she's fucking thrived.I hadn’t told Johnny yet! But I was plotting to murder her and frame him. He never has said anything to me but I’ve seen it in his eyes, he has a thing for her. They don’t know that I know they’ve been fucking around behind my back. By inviting me to this trip he's only made things easier for me. I can almost visualize the headline “ White male 34, 5’9” tall, Raped by an African bull elephant on heat while on safari."
Theodore! The bastard child..product of blitheful time..was born with darkness in his heart..evil in his mind..Even as a child his actions had nothing but hatred to opine. He held the cat by it's tail and wind..twisted the neck of birds just to feel divine. he grew up to be a teen, he grew up more malign..sick and tired of his actions unclean, evil unforeseen..his parents kicked him out. He was just fifteen..out in the street he met a homeless girl named Jasmine..jasmine was 19, filthy unclean, twat stink..But clear at mind, with heart benign..had circumstances been right, she'd be living fine..She saw Ted! with his wilted face..offered him a shed and put some rotting fruits on his plate, dug from the nearby garbage..Ted bristled at first, but with empty stomach, he gave up..The fruit was succulous, with an empty stomach he did what he thought is must..his twisting gut needed more, more fruits as such!Ted looked at Jasmine with rage, he thought jasmine was more privileged..for she had fruits to throw at his plate.."surely!" he thought "surely! she must have a lot!""one more please!" he begged. " if you need something to eat" said Jasmine "you should learn to scavenge".."I can help you, if you will, I could train"Ted wasn't having any of such nonsense.."surely!" he thought "surely! she must have a lot!"with rage Ted got overwrought, distraught he picked a rock..and crushed Jasmine's head...he spat and pissed on her body dead..as it laid, in it's own pool of blood and scattered brain..he went to the nearby bin rummaging through to find something sharp..to cut open her stomach, to pull out her heart..For he had flesh to eat, blood to drink..Why would he go scavenging?© Su_tshant
Darling! I'm emotionally dead yet I aspire to be a poet.. See, the determination in me? If my words don't make you believe, I don't know what will!
Sometimes I feel like a tragedy stricken clown putting on a show for the dead. The more I try to pacify, the more suicidal I feel.
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Away from the chaosnearby calmbetwixt serene hillsbesides the restful riversLet me build a hopeful housesweep of the dreadful dustwooden fences made of wish and wantfollowed by decorated doors hanging daffodils and liliesAway from the bustling crowd of citiesnightlights and traffic nearby greenery,in the pleasant village of lantern and lampslet me dwell in the air,where my soul liesLet me be the gardener,of my yardI'd dig a hole in the edge of the grassallow me to plant a seedof the red rose and see what growsa love blossom I'd name the gardena land of devotion©fairytales_2078/01/019'50 am
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If you choose to write writing would come back to you definitely
How I'm I supposed to write? when I, myself is struggling to jot down the pen to someone who is going through thethe same phase as me yet,writing a letter to you would be decentway to reap this heavy writer's blocksection. Would you write to me a letter? mentioning every tiny detail of anxietypressure, prickhow you want to inscribe something, anything, everything but, your pen collapse in frustrationwither just like an old letter written by pencils, Are you trying to detectthe pink cloud at nights paper sink in the river of desperationblue ink-covered your whole essenceyou are blurred like a forgotten lover,hopeless like one-sided loveIt's been days, I'm afraid it might take monthsor maybe a year,would you wither just like a fearafter massive thunderstormsor would you rain?after all,to you,to meandto all the writers out there, if writing came naturally to youjust trust yourselfyou'd come back with a loud bangwriting would come back to youthe way you choose to write besides all the thingsyou could have done to survivejust like a moist monsoon after shinny summerYou'd be able to pouryour heart again,Sometimes your own' writings disappoints you,you write you deleteyou repeatyou yell, you screamYou aren't sure, You aren't confident Let just consider writer's block as your loverwould you stop loving?just cause you aren't feeling goodabout the way he is treating youjust cause he is doing exactly the opposite of what he saidIn the end, we are all humans there are consequencesfor every known and unknownaction and reactionthere are ways, different waysif not, your genrewrite about your opposite genreyou'd be surprisedor you'd make a surprise ©fairytales_2077/12/2910'29 am
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What are you scared of darling when you got love in the lover
if not love, poetry would definitelytreat you rightif not lovers, who would have made a tragedy admirable if not death, what would have saved you from living in hellif not fate, what would you blamefor the outrageous chaosif not pain, what would have made you aware of yourselfif not writer, who would have taught youthe significance of heartbeat ©fairytales_
and for you, I'm. are you for me?
always always always. I'm always writing.My sister asked me why are you always writing? I don't know why I write but I know it's the only way to breathe. I started writing cause the voice inside my head was so heavy to control. I wrote when grades fall when they blamed me for my rude behaviour when they called me arrogant when I was blamed for being the silent one in the house. And the worst thing about me was that I did not share my secrets with anyone else even if that hurts the most. I felt it alone in silence, endure it alone. Never asked anyone for help. Never asked anyone to heal me. I've been very private since a child. They said, just share it would make you at ease but I did not. I used to get angry with everyone who asked me if I'm okay. I never thought of pretending anything. I was so honest with my answers. They hated me for being honest too. Every time my friend would wear a new dress with a smile on her face, she asked, Am I looking? I would answer, as usual, I still do. How am I supposed to answer that hmm? She looks the same to me every day with every new dress she tries. I get taunt for this so much that irritates me to the extent that no one knows. I've always been honest with everyone but not with writing I guess, I'm not loyal with writing. I don't exactly write about the exact things that I go through. I don't write about the pain I feel rather I see an alternative to vent my anger. Just like now, sometimes I wish I could say my problem exactly the way it is just to see how a person would react, sometimes I too wanna get an honest review to my honest writing. But then again, what would it change?Nothing it doesn't, things doesn't change, the things which had to happen, I can't stop it from happening even after knowing that my senses refused to understand. I can't stop myself from being my own biggest enemy. Even if things don't change, people change, I changed. The only things that I care about are you, your health and your safety. Even after being arrogant to the world my heart wants to be kind to you. Even after ignoring the world, I wanna chase you forever and ever. Even after moving faster than a mind, I wanna wait for you till eternity. Even after being an ignorant fool, I'm possessive for you. I never cared about people the way they think about me, the way they treat me.I was always rude to them, I don't mind them treating me the same. But, I care about you. I want everyone to treat you the way you deserve, kindly and with respect.I never expected anything from life for me and I never thought someday I would expect it for someone who isn't me but, baby aren't you in me? now I want life to shower you with lots of happiness and prosperity.I was someone who made a different excuse to stay away from guys. I was harsh to everyonewho approached me. I said I want looks to the one who thought they looked bad. I said I don't trust good looking guys to the ones who thought they look good. I made an opposite excuse to everyone. Among all the easiest was the one where I lied about myself saying I was in a relationship.When you came into my life, I got a friend the kind of friend I never had. How did you manage to see the real me? I never felt the need to hide anything. From the very beginning, I was scared to lose you even as a friend I would never want to lose you. This fear of losing you I think this will be with me until the graveyard. You surprised me every time, discovering the things I did not know about myself, Knowing about me way before then I said, seeing me the way I failed to see.You taught me how to love a human being,and for me, you are only the human beingall the people I came across are just people in the human form. When they gave thousand of lecture about how important is self-love, I never cared. I did not love myself enough but for you, I want to love my self too. How can I not love the person you love the most?Even after being obsessed with love for a long. Even after adoring, love. Even after loving love so much. I did not love the person the way I loved love' Seeing me so caught up with the things related to just love, romance novel, classic old love song, love games, Just love.My friend said to me, you'd be a great lover someday. I did not believe her. I knew I couldn't love the person. I never believed there would be anyone who would make love, fall in love.But some parts of me were afraid to fall in love. I knew if I do. I would do deeply. I was scared that I would fall in love. But, love happens most unexpectedly to the least expected person without a knock on your door. It doesn't go the way you want yet you love. Hopelessly, selfishly, truly, deeply, madly. I remember you running away from me many times I did not care at first but you were so stubborn. I had to care. I'm glad I cared. Idk, if I can ever be a good human being but I will always try my best to be the best lover.To the guy who taught me how to love, who taught me how to worry for another person,who gave me a reason to live, who gave me a chance to be in love. I never had a dream but I want you to fulfil all your dreams, live your dream.Money was never my priority but I want you to earn money way more than your ancestors did, so no one can question your worth.I never had an aim that makes so much sense now, I want you to accomplish your goal, reach your destinations. I want you to be happy the way I want you to love me.Yours Jelsa