Nudity will never bring novelty.

Nudity will never bring novelty!

Why I will pry into the Orthodoxies of world

as nudity will never bring novelty?

Let them do as they feel what even if they have nil.
Following the set standards and set psalms
if they can create love, so why not let them.
But if they know the meaning of every set, then what rests.
If you say they are feeding not soul but mind, let them and be kind,
what even if they read on the equations of mind.
Brother we are here to love and bind
Love and bind not with the sensualities of world but with 'the heralds of God

(for Atheist company of innovative & civilized people).

Let them hold on to their traditional believes
If blindly they say our forefathers used to do so we……..
What will change if love is ritual and ritual is love?
But they pretty don’t know what rituals they will follow in the infinite world of God.
Love never follows ritual, but whatever love follows becomes the ritual,
is what they are unaware of.

"BUT THIS IS HOW THEY TRANSECT THE BUSSINESS OF SPRITUAL LOVE"

Romeo of Juliet's

Romeo of Juliet’s

The lovely nox & blossomed stars,
Serene Carpet is glittering, as hazy fog is nowhere near but far.

Whole kingdom is silent after empires war.
Knights are in the hollow sleep, as the sleepiness is on the seventh par.
They thought the fort to be forties, but the deafness is winning the war.
The flaring deafness wants to say something,
but in raga of lethargic sleep they are not ready to hear,
As to them the things seems to be chimerical, but they are sick .

In the hope to see miracle of his coming,
they forget miracles are to unexpected hours.
Thus, the lethargy passed from generations to generations
and had become nothing but mansion.
The world is drunk except few, few who were earlier said to be drunken drunkards.

In their full enthusiasm, they are ready to be served on the table of love.
Many Juliet’s has dressed to the glare of sixteen suns, with the calm of depth of oceans.
How the romance got on furl is what no one knows even if the things are out of whorl.

Love will romance, peoples will wonder & lovers will dance,
as the night will be on its highest glare & silence will flare.

Leaving the sleeping world Juliet’s has rushed to their castle balcony, windows & doors.

Wind has died & the breeze had stopped.

No flood, no rains of days & nights,
No calamities no dance of disaster.
Nothing material or physical change which can be seen as saith the father.
At the same he saith which everyone forgot:
“I will visit when no one expects”
So, the father- the divine Romeo of Juliet’s has made something clear which no one ever thought of,or dared....
But Kush had shared…….

Scansion of scanty lines.

Scansion of scanty lines.

Scansion of scanty lines,

Is how we lovers follow wine.

Scapegoats live in their own scenery

They never ever mind.

But the gratia is that they are not blind

We are not worldly drunkards and it is not worldly wine.

Throw us to the scavengers of death, we will never mind.

Sometimes it rocks, sometimes it soothe

Is what others say.

But we are always in charming mood.

These are scansion of scanty lines.

Someone from savage garden

Someone from savage garden

In the vain vanity she stammers to speak.

Someone from savage garden or what she is?

An enlightened soul sought for nectar with winsome heart.

But alas!

For her very own Sophia & lame ego for life

She made a winsome hearted child suffocate and die.

For her it’s just a part or figment of life…

Oh! She claims to be Sanctus but her diet is red wine.

Oh! Thousands irony and on that a splendid shines.

She is great! How ironical she is?

I used to Fido on all her manifestations

And appreciate natures every appreciation.

There was a montis faith, I used to thrive with,

But now I had got explanation to this myth.

The past was all lighted and submerged in gloomy ocean of aura,

Smiley’s used to float on surface with breeze of excited lives.

Oh! It was twilight, but I took it as a subject of might.

Horizon on east sparked and then landed many Tindal beams.

Oh! It was a dream,

Oh! It was a dream.

The erogenous touch!

The erogenous touch!

Somewhere I was wandering in the dreaming dusk.

My inn's room was full of sentinel scent of musk.

In the infinite meadows of heaven I wasn’t able to figure out whether it was dawn or dusk.

Golden clouds were surfing in deep blue sky,

Breezy wave through the valley of flowers

Came touching lime green meadows to my eyes.

Ethreal wave of breeze rejuvenated every dwarf blooming buds.

And the erogenous touch!

And the erogenous touch became reason for first stimuli

As millions dead were back to life.

In gloominess vanishes of million ages’ pain and strife.