We lump of stinking shit. don’t get offended. Look at the corner of the road which we cross everyday. yeah we spit on that lump everyday. we throw the bidi bud and the mouth freshener rapper too on that lump. and trust me if we are made to stand at that corner for a while. my words would be oh my fucking god save me.
but earlier i have told may be not, i don’t remember, that the very personalized god is not a good creation by the religions. No zero buddha no hanged jesus no engraved krsna no paak mohammad is going to solve.
Everywhere is fucking rules, limits, boundaries, condemnation, hypocrisy. in the guise of our religion 1% is controlling 99%. Tell me how tirupati god got 6000 tonnes of gold. i have not seen him digging. if he would have done it atleast someone should have seen him. 6000 tonnes is a huge number. Naa not a single entity alive has seen him. Its our fucking ancestors who have mined, minted, traveled, trekked with all to the god and gifted him in innocence and darkness. And we are living by the same. crying every morning in front of his statue. Christians have some freedom. only sunday is enough to clean 6 day consumption. oh holy wine. can i get a patiala of that from that bottle. Are you insane little fucker father is going to yell.
and what the fuck is pray for Paris. pray to some dead god. some stone or someone already on cross or someone with 9 wives. they are already troubled man.. please don’t tell others to clean the shit we prepared for centuries in our hearts. Fucking prayforparis.. Cowards all around… can’t handle our sickness ourselves we cunts…
the problems that we are facing today are the result of superficial differences over religious faiths and nationalities. We are one people- my love DALAI told me.
every religion have 10 commandments, testaments, yama, niyama, kalma, guru.
WE have 10 senses too. we are trying all to learn without the intention of learning. watching what my senses are demanding is enough of spirituality one needs. not fulfilling every single desire that my mind makes can be done with the vivekaa. but my vivekaa is busy in snatching someone else wife. why the fuck it should be used to make my life beautiful. I am handsome dude look at my phone, ride, clothes, makeup. why should i look inside. everybody looks the periphery why should i go inside and check myself. i have msgs to reply baby.
pray like you are living. not with words. existence knows us and our thoughts. our words are not going to make any difference. if my whole countenance is giddy, my hair jumbled, no fucking belt on the pajama. tie on t-shirt. and i am making sense. no one is going to accept what i am saying.
if i go on saying jaan oh i love you and simultaneously i am spanking you. i ll feel the pain not the love and that’s what happening with me every moment.
We know for sure about our individuality. don’t know look into your eyes when you are fucking bored, disturbed or sorrowful. and le me tell yo mon pain is very deep happiness is shallow. we don’t even get to know when the happiness was over. when i am again disguised. naa we don’t know.
Dreamers need to stick around hang together love all and motivate each-other when hope is lost. but unity naa i know only about copulation. no unity i know, no freedom i know. i have never been free since time immemorial. my mind indulged. why should i not live like Jesus, Buddha, Mohammad, Krsna, Shiva, tsu. I DON’T KNOW.
thank you for the freedom you have given me in expressing myself. i bow deep down to the divine laughing at me. i love you all.