Rose Petals on her feet

She said,"I hold the
towel around my waist
differently than when
I was younger, before
when the towel would
slip, you would loose
your grip and quickly
act so that your junk
wouldn't show...now
you get out the shower,
hands no where near the
towel, and if the towel
slips off your hip, you
calmly reach for it, almost
as if you want the towel to
drop, as if you want me to
explore your continent...
you're slightly jaded, eyes
low you look a little faded,
but that spark still lingers,
the same spark you gave
me when you would kiss
my fingers..." I replied
with...

"You've changed as
well, before you
were more eager
to see my towel drop,
now that I want you
to see, you seem more..
resistant to look, but
your lips biting and the
caressing of my aura,
holding back, curiling
your fingers, your
pinky is crunched up
other hand between
your legs, your panties
are bunched up,you
want me eat so you
can say we went to
brunch but, I want to
fuck you with your
feet in the air watch
your emotions
combust, rumbustious,
sweating and heavy
breathing I feel you getting
lose...I want you to come
touch, your use to the
tease, me stirring up
your needs, I keep
you on your toes but
you want me to pull
your hair on your knees,
bouncing up and down
like my dick is a trampoline...
I want this towel to drop so
your mouth can follow suit,
I want to feel your sticky
lip gloss...follow the candle
lit trail and let the rose
petals stick to your
feet..."

Red light

A fluorescent bright
glow filled the dark
hot room on a  warm
summer night, with a
cool breeze lightly
scraping across the
surface of her skin,
touching spots that
were wet.... her
flushed tan, sun vibrant
skin reached out to my lips,
called them to kiss, asked
me to put the ice in my mouth
and rub her belly, rub it so only
my lips and the tip of the ice
caress her navel,enough to arch
her back, raise her hairs, curl her
toes from the light blows, cringe
her face because of the tongue
smacking below....

The red glow
engulfed her erotic
stare, it magnified
her intense gaze as
I carefully played,
kissing her lace,as
my fingers danced
around her erogenous
zone, making it a pyrogenous
environment producing melodic
moans...light touches, light brushes
above the clit that felt imaginary,
imagery, the beauty of
symmetry try'em my S-
killfully fat tongue wants to...

Life can be a Paradise

We usually like things
even but life is more
exciting when its
odd, 7 days in the
week,6 of those might
be hard, 8 might be
easy the numbers tend
to change, sometimes
you luck up and your days
remain the same, but there's
times when one has to cut
the grass extremely low,
snakes eyes glaring, my
Nina from Pasadena she
gotta watch for the low,
life can be easy, depending
on a throw, Life can be a
Pair of dice depending on
your roll...

Breath taking/The other side of Venus

Breath taking

I wish I
had the right
words, because
the words I
spoke were
not good enough...
she only believes
in actions but that's
just a fraction, sometimes
what you say can merely
be reaction...I hope she
understands I'm negelcting
her because she has
a man, I'd stare into
her eyes holding her
hands, I don't need
speech just some
stars and a beach
or maybe at the park
chilling under a beech,
anywhere with her would
be....everyday with her
would be.....

 The lovely side of Venus

The waves break
against the mountain
side, the moon is bright,
reflection off of the water
you know the mood is right,
the breeze hit, my arms around
you, the thunderous waves
crashing all around us, the mist
 jumps in the air and dissapates
quickly, leaving our skin a tad
moist, a tiny bit sticky, the full
moon controlling our body fluid:
just kiss me, but the moment before
the kiss is what we live for so we
simply, fight the magnet, static,
energy that clicks us, every single
gas in the air is trying to mix us
20-16-16-a-7-d-88 your name
ignites nitrogen for my oxygen,
ironic that you're breath taking...

6/15/15

Glad to see my dick still gets hard

After 10 years
of smoking harsh
tobacco leaves,
I'm glad to see my
dick still stands when
I have to pee. I don't
know why man would
want to smoke
something that causes
impotence, why
would human beings
create something
that's posionous yet tasty and
relaxing...I
still erect, I
still poke like
a Facebook notification,
my blood has not clotted
at my lovely prime age of
31, but smoking has to slow
down...I know I quit, fuck
you I started again, just to
quit again, just to start again, I
finally quit again...I feel like a got damn
bi polar patient...

This lovely
but deadly
stinky habit, can decrease
ones sex drive opposite
of a jack rabbit, smoking
is for the stupid some say,
but studies have shown
smokers on average have
a higher intelligence.. I guess
there is a thin line between
genius and stupidity and
it took a plant,
a plant we have to burn,
get cancer from,
and all other kind
of fucked, "my fingers
are numb and tingling"
ass backwards werid
growth disease's and
tumors that spread
like there rumors, some
of us get it but nature
is humorous...
Fuck you natural
selection and fuck
your selection, because
some of them, a lot
of them, walk around with
their lips pursed,
their heads high, stick up
their ass society...I'd rather
die instead of let my blood
line live in a fake environment...
maybe not, I want kids,
they'll just be the rebels..anyways,
glad to see my dick still gets hard. =)

Written 4/5/15

Two of Me

In a universe
that's vast,
there's another
me that laughs
when I cry, in
love when he's
raged, he's in
lust when I'm
on a spiritual
journey, over-
weight, when
I'm fit...to think
if I could trade
places when the
rain comes would
be stingy and
unbalance a
fate that the
heavens
made..maybe
he's wishing
the same so
possibly we could
trade planes, exchange
thoughts on a energy
wave with our brains,
but things would be the same
in swap positions,
maybe we have the
same journey
with different missions...

What if the
other me has
the exact life
as I do? Yet
his world is
different so
its easy to
figure out his
mess, which means
I can lift his stress
it would be good
karma to take
the weight off his
chest..In a universe
that's vast there's
another me that laughs,
another me that's
content when my mind is whimsical,
when my mind is at rest, his mind
is in distraught, lets trade
positions when times
are tough, let's make
life simple for each other
when times are rough, but
the flip side is, we have to deal
with the rough, but your rough
is my simple, so problems
seem like a bluff.

Written 11/16/14

September Blues

If you ain't got the
blues, you ain't got
nothin', her birth
color is blue so I
guess she's true
to her color, she
gave me the blues
so I guess I have
something, but I
don't have her,
so I don't have
nothin'.

If you ain't
got the blues,
you ain't got
nothin' when
the time came to
explain, my lips
said nothing, my
mind was loud with
thoughts, thoughts
that appeared after
we fought, like fuck!
Where were you when
I needed to say something!?!
you abandon me brain, but
it wasn't the right moment,
still foggy from a retrograde
I wasn't feeling open..

If you ain't
got the blues
you ain't got
nothin', wake me
up when September
ends so I cry because
for her birthday I give
her nothing, I sob,
because my heart feels
robbed, pun intended in
the speech but the outside
won't get it unless I speak,
but I'm speaking out so my
insides finally get it...If you
ain't got the blues, you ain't got
nothing...

Perception

She leaned on her friend
on a hot summer night,
she didn't want to go
because the last time she
went out, it wasn't a good night.
Her friend what a good friend pushed,
helped her pick out  an outfit, made her
feel special. The woman was beautiful but
she couldn't see. Her friend envied her
looks but she couldn't see, all she could
see was her flaws, but her friend saw a person
 that enthralled with her speech, hypnotized
with her beauty, walked with a strut, flipped her
hair with pride and a stance that was suicide: it was killer.
Dressed in their best, dolled up, perfume loud
it lingered as they walked through the piss stained
city, the wind carried their perfume and covered up
the shit stains, opened up new pathways in the
brains of the disdain and lingered between the
buildings, wrapped around the block and
spewed into the streets...

They owned the night,
heels clacking, arms locked,
sun glasses on at night...the
insecure friend leans over and
says, "I'm not comfortable, I can't see."
Her friend replied, "girl, just follow my lead.
A few guys flirt, some just stare, then some
girls walked by saying, "They look ridiculous
wearing sun glasses at night" the two wearing sun glasses
at night turned around, the insecure girl says, "
I'm blind, however I can see you ladies are ugly"
She removes the glasses only for them to see, she
can't see...

Pharaoh reincarnated

My clothes normal, in life I
take orders, everything
about me is average but I,
I am still royalty. I'm attracted
to such beautiful and lavish
things, but my money doesn't
allow me to spend, I'm attracted
to women who want men that can
take care for them but my position
will not let me, but I, I am still royalty.
My manners say otherwise, my taste
in clothes, my scents are loud and can
fill a room, my inner royalty laughs at the
outlandish, but inside, I dread because I
know those days are dead...

For me to come back to life, with much knowledge,
to be ahead, to know I am Pharaoh
and ruled the world, to see people still
gravel at my legendary history while I work
a 9-5 in this life is humbling but I, I am still
royalty...The Gods have punished me for
being arrogant in my past, so in todays
world people mock me and laugh, I bow
my head not out of shame...for they don't know what
the next life holds...out of anger I lash and
curse the sky,
they hear me praying,
they hear me cry, but I'm
paying for my sins, I'm in
debt...Whenever something
seems right, things I can
fix, the Gods bless someone
else with my gifts...I'm
not hear to be lavish they
said, we will take care of
you they said...

This is not your
past, our message
is your present they
said...man is in a dark
age, you ruled the world
when it was in a golden
age, a time when royalty,
rich, and humble stood in the
same sentence...Today's world
is ran by greed, hate, and arrogance,
something you are familiar with...
your eyes are fresh, your wisdom
inexhaustible, your power natural,
your leadership superb, you are
Pharaoh, you have walked among
us, we have kissed you on the lips
and created your life from our spit,
you are of me, I am not of you....
humble pharaoh...let people know
your profound knowledge...The
message in their DNA...3,3,3,3
rrtnd, reqw, ttzay-ggn3, 3,3nc,
3,3nd...you know the message...

Written 7/21/15

Gods at War

To be atheist means
I don't believe in myself,
to be atheist means I don't
believe in you...I've lost
trust in mankind, so I've
lost trust in myself, if I make
sense and I'm common,
how come I don't trust man,
how come I don't trust the
common knowledge? I don't
follow religion nor do I think
its wrong, I don't chastise
those who choose to praise
God...the creator he made,
the creator she saves, the
creator has made mistakes...
but those mistakes is our fate,
a stumble that still came out
perfect as if it was meant...we
were made in his image, we
speak what we want into
existence that why spells
are seen as evil, but spells
are nothing but speech, its
how we feel when we
speak, words can be
flat but our voice can be
deep.

I can't be atheist
because I believe
in myself but I don't
understand when I choose
you change, when I'm
comfortable you bring pain,
when at war you seem timid,
when we war all the heavens
feel it, the earth feels it when we
strike, we don't draw blood we shed
tears, we inflict internal pain but pain is
growth, for us to grow closer...we don't like
our skin tones so we war with each other, but
don't realize we're all mixed, we all mix,
and a mix becomes one, at one is at peace,
so to war with each other will quickly decrease...
we use colors to separate but to be the same we
agree, but we needed to evolve into
different races so we could go to war and see...we
are God, not the creator....

Medusa

I needed to look at
you so I could turn
to stone, I needed
 to be harden by
you instead of jaded
by the world, your eyes
cold, but your intentions warm,
when you stare at men you
turn them into stone; but not
in the literal sense...you make
them hard so the world doesn't
crack them, there's bigger
monsters in the sea so if need be,
they can spring into action, people
back stab and use your weakness
against you, but you my dear lady,
you turned me to stone.. you made me
rock, you applied pressure, which sprung
out a diamond, you looked me in the eyes
 and opened up enlightenment, ironic for a
woman who turned me to stone, would be the
same woman who made me shine bright when
alone, but you knew I'd be lonely, so you turned me
to stone, pausing happy moments on my path so in life
 I carry on, you engraved beauty inside my stone heart
to show love...Medusa you masochist...you turned me to stone.

written 5/22/15

Thank you

One night when my
spirits were low I
called my friend on
the one night I wanted
it to end, your laughter made
me smile...you took me back to
2011 when my fiance and I would
chill in the car on hot summer nights
and just laugh... minus the hugging, kissing,
cigarettes, beer, and weed smoke, I was
immersed in a vibe that acted as a time
machine, perverse by a time that made me
a dad to be, converse about things that
made us weak, curse about the days we
wish to never see...I was myself,
I was not judged but critiqued by
truth, no airs were put on...Thank you
and I hope the laughter I shared with
you cleared any stress from your chest.
One love. =)

What Will you say?

What will you say?

By Kriti Raju

If I tell you that I like you,
What will you say to that?
Will you say you like me too,
Or turn me down flat?

If I tell you that I need you,
That with you I feel complete;
Will you say you feel it too,
Or crush it under your feet?

If I tell you that I'm lonely,
Despite my friends and home,
Will you say you'll be with me?
That with me you're not alone?

If I tell you that I'm crying,
Will you wipe away my tears?
Or break my heart while lying,
That you care about my fears?

If I tell you that I love you,
That you're more than just a friend,
Will you say you love me too,
Or will our friendship have to end?

Erotic love

Erotic love 

Written by Sandeep Khosla

You and me be one,

Fused together,

Dissolving love,

Pouring in and out,

Craving for more,

Exploring the forbidden love,

Let's be one,

Caring for nothing but love,

Explode together,

To be one in the realm of ecstasy,

O my love,

You and me,

Can do it not for fun,

But for a bliss trap,

Between the dots and line,

Transfixed like a glue,

Gobbling satiating,

Between the symphony,

Which our bodies together,

While sliding will make,

Wetting in sweat,

The movement of pleasure,

In the depths,

Of you,

Between the streaks,

Making you ride the tide,

Of molten lava,

Which like a volcano,

I explode in you,

But dear only you and me,

Together,

Make this ride

Memorable.


http://ownmyviews.blogspot.com/

The Love Electric

The Love Electric

Written by Kriti Raju

I run the barbell of my tongue ring against my teeth

as a jailer would his baton on prison bars

and intimidate my voice into

giving up your name.

I demand the right to call my attorney!

You cannot make me

spill

I am going to hold on

to your name as though

it is prayer

to speak your name is to take it in vain

to write it down is to document it

there is a structural deficit in my medium of love.

I cannot speak of it nor write of it

there is an electrical transmission

perhaps I can email you my love with no attachments

Are you sure you want to send? There is no attachment included in this email.

Can you read between the lines? There are no lines to speak of

I fell asleep with shreds of paper in my teeth

fortune cookie futures 

all with your name on it.

I chew on remnants of hearts and souls and soul mates

and all the achy-tooth promises that you made 

when you were seventeen.

there's a space between 

what i say and what i mean to say

and no words to fill it. 

Maybe it's an electrical transmission

I'll leave it blank.

You can read between the lines. 

Maybe.

Through the eyes of a Pharaoh

I don't want to leave you but
the stars called, as I lay here,
slipping, falling in between the
now and some new journey that
lies on the horizon...let the sunset
so I can travel across the cosmos and rise
again, strong, burning bright in the morning,
shedding light on every speck of dark, even
the shadows that hide will get touched when
I switch positions, I'll get through cracks
 and shine through, I'm everywhere in this
life and the next...I don't want to leave you
my  love, I want to stay with you forever,
if you can make a promise, promise you'll
recognize me if I don't, even if you don't,
promise you'll trust me, trust yourself to know
it feels right, because I know on these journeys
we can get lost, lose sight, come back in
multiple life's and each one changes the person
we were, the person we became only to question
who we are today...my love, this isn't death
, wipe the tears from your face,
your make up is running we must remain
in God face, for if I don't return I'll be
in heaven: in Gods place, my love come
close so I can hug you, hold you
tight smell your lovely fragrance,
kiss you, stare into your eyes one
last time so I remember the soul
that looks  the same in no matter
what skin...my love remember
our teachings from the angels that
visited us in weird ships, remember
the five rose pedals they put to our
lips, remember they said we one
day will fall and our lessons should
be taught to the generations....I'm
leaving...I can feel the release, hope
to see you next life, either here on
earth or in the stars...will meet again,
we'll have fun, we'll laugh and fight, hold
my hand once more, I see the angels and the
pharaoh's that ruled the land once before...

Fire Fight

Firefight 

By Kriti Raju 

"Is it still betrayal if you knew it was coming?" I asked.
"Have you ever looked directly at the sun and tried to close your eyes against the light?
Have you felt your eyelids betray you; feel them try to fight the fire and give up their opacity? Did your skin heat up despite you willing it cold? Did you become paper over candlelight, thin-screen clear and suddenly naked?
That's what it means to hold back from love. You thought you could swallow the fire instead of letting it consume you.
Well, dear. All you managed to do was to burn from the inside out.

 http://jejuna.blogspot.com/

Karma

Karma started with an
idea, a thought, a vision,
an answer, to hurt or love
those who deserve, to serve those
who need, to help others when life's
cards are dealt with good or too much
bad, to balance out life when the world is
sad so those can understand pain but also
experience joy, live in bliss and experience their
96th kiss as their first, but know what its like
to be broke on the first, 15th, and 30th...

Karma started with an idea, an energy,
to receive and give, to love when its sin,
to lust when its win, to understand trust
 when its gone with the wind, so when the
time is right you understand your lavish nights
at the Wynn....but when the nights are
unusually dark, and your bed is cold
and all you've done is right, when
every element in you has to fight
just to understand what's right
you find yourself in the wrong
but that's what makes us strong...
When your chest is tight, and
you feel the pressure of life
its meant for you to bench
press the light, relive the stress
and fly like a kite, soar like
a plane, run open like in a plain,
because your soul is free on another
plain...your brain can neglect the
foofaraw thoughts: the negative energy
that's food for thoughts, give until
your nick name is toys for tots and
stingy when the world is not....

Karma had an idea, an idea to love,
a thought to romance the world with
what they ask, so what we speak is
what we ask, so the words we spell
is what we mask, but the words we
spell can be our last, so the words we
speak can be the future or the past,
which is the present we unwrap

Potpourri

Potpourri 

Written by Kriti Raju

I found potpourri on a night stand all dried and dead and diffusively divine and I watched
dry-eyed and wide-eyed as the once-petals disintegrated into ash and
fragrant lies.
I am so much like that potpourri, but so much more like what it was before it died. In its afterlife it had a name....and so did i.
I called myself a certain thing and lived inside this person's skin but
I don't believe i was really me
until I dried up inside.
now I'm barren, now I'm dry. I've shed my skin--my borrowed skin--
and pressed it into the leaves of books along with
rose petals and honeysuckle sprigs.
Somehow between then and now I've become
an urn of born again ferns I've
metamorphosed from stone
into potpourri.

Power of prayer

power of prayer

Written by Sandeep Khosla


When you are worried and sad,



When night of darkness is too long,



And rage of tensions high,



PRAY



Pray to GOD for his blessings,and



See the strength unmatched,



Unleash the power of prayer,



Pray from  heart,



Forget self and merge in oneness,



He is there in and around,



We need eyes to see



God answers every prayer,



Pray from heart,



Put your soul into it,



Often he will test us,



Make our life full of ordeals,



Don't get despair,



We need not get answers to all our prayers,



Don't worry,



He has his own way of testing,



We get what we deserve,



Not what we want,



As he is the best judge,



Darkness may be too harsh,



But at the end of the tunnel there will always be ray of hope.





                                    God is always there with us . We may go astray but he is always there to guide us.Devotion and dedication will lead us to be with him in his realm.