In Search of Divine

Apne mein hi khush rehta hai voh paani ki tarah sheetal Sheetal. Rukta hai kabhi beh jaata hai paani ki tarah sheetal Sheetal. Pyasoh ko kabhi tadpaata hai nehlaataa kabhi Sheetal Sheetal Ghultaa hai kabhi mil jaata hai Har rang mein ranga Sheetal Sheetal.

The better the abuser you are, the higher the position you will be working in, in any organization. CEO’s, Board of Directors, Managers, Analyst’s, Team leaders etc. are all supposed to manage brains of humans working underneath them, thus are paid higher. Now the act of managing others and abusing others is so intertwined to one other that most people would just give up, rather then spent time, in figuring, this quite complex process out. But for the ones that do figure this out, paying higher seems to be a universal rule of law, to avoid any kind of resistance and keep the ball rolling. Managing brains is paid higher because one is responsible of using brains of his employee’s, or humans that are working beneath him, in accomplishing tasks per his choice, which obviously may not serve well in fulfilling his employee wishes or their growth all of the times, quite similar to a donkey being forced to do things which he naturally would resist if given a choice. A donkey never wishe

Baat unse na ki toh neend aayegi kya? Bhig gayi gar heena toh rang laayegi kya? Phool khilane pe baagoh mein khushboo na ho, Toh gungunati Kali muskuraayegi kya?

Lying in bed, holding so tight, I am filling her lungs, with my breath many times. Her lips kept on trembling, her heart is pounding fast, She cuddles like a baby, sucking nipple feeling blast. Her eyes tells that she's ready, For me to unwrapped her, And lick till it hurts me, Or work till its suite her. She is biting at places, there is blood on my skin, I am crying with pleasure, Inviting more sin. I thrust myself in and, she took every blow, We switch on few places, to stay with the flow. This bed is witnessing, The freaks we both are, The walls are all shouting, So no one hears us from far. The dawn is arriving, We have got stories to tell, We are dancing together, We kissed we rebel.

Unke ghesu mein uljha toh uljha hi raha, Tej dhadkan ko aakho se suljha hi raha, Unke labh ko yeh dil chahe phir chumana, Chumne jab laga toh chumata hi raha.

Magroor hai voh dil mera, hai jaanta magar, yeh khushnasibi hai meri, ke voh jaanta nahi. Thouda sa hai nashe mein bhi, voh be khudi mein dooba Hu main magar kyu hosh mein? voh jaanta nahi.