क्यों रोशनदानों से मेरे धूप रुसवा है
चाहनेवाले मुझसे बेवजह रुसवा है
कोई झांक कर देखो तो सही
दरारों से मेरे दिल की
के गम से मेरा ताल्लुक क्या है

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The greatest happiness of all things;
that one can achieve.
It is the genuine power to create,
and not only to procreate.

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Reading is 5% pleasure activity and 95% soul-searching.
Where as writing always ebbs between the two; with varying degree of inflation of time. Which I waste often thinking...
which one is to be done more.

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You would never reach her soul through your lips between her legs. Touch her beyond hedonism stripping off her psyche

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Hedonist...

Seek me not in alley where they pray for sanctity.
Day and night they stand in vigil, and beg mercy.

Seek me not in fields, where the sun beats its wrath.
Where the blossoms of farmers reap, to feed the mass.

Seek me not in the Tavern or the Harem.
The thirst for the inebriated self or the flesh is long gone.

Seek me in those calligraphy which I have etched...
On the tombstone of lost love, a grave of, what once was.

Seek me not in the body which, I will bid adieu.
Seek me in those words, which my soul yearns...

In those whispering winds, from her place...
The garden which I have curated, long after...

All the love once was, dead now.
And left with nothing, alive lifeless, somehow .

Just a vanishing voice, drowned in yearning.
Drunk in decadence, of not love but, the longing.

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Life's odyssey is sheer hedonism,
euphemized as a quest for
love, serenity and spirituality...  

--leogirl

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mornings with you darling
seem to be filled with cling
unopened eyes n' thy love
teasing n' tasting my clove
brilliantly you grab it seize
so fascinating with an ease
love to remain in you know
just to travel orbits n' blow
hold it firmly to pour finish
you're blessed n' it's a bliss
the sweaty scent of bodies
drive so vigorous n' sleaze
do not move away sweetie
you look gorgeous at knees

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Somewhere,
Somehow
Between the ways of life
turned her into a rock hard matter ,
Actually she turns in a matter
where all does do matter except she ,
Someday, somewhere
One of the Magician crosses her way
Knowingly or unknowingly
He touches her soul
His footprint goes deep inside her heart
She started melting like a snow
White, pure, pious
The magic of his touch
He can pour a life
When someone is almost dead
He can make the fragrance
From almost decayed flower
When he kiss someone's forehead
very normal girl turn into princess
He is the real magician
And magic in his hand...

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Exploring the hedonism of life ..

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Ramdan Diary

Spiritual strength can be attained by curtailing the material self. Ramdan intends to regulate this material self, which if left free can result in hedonistic tendencies. Man is born free, but his conduct is regulated either by law or religion. This regulation and discipline is essential, otherwise little difference will remain between humans and beasts.

Ramdan disciplines the body and other pleasures of hedonistic nature by curtailing them for few hours through depriving them by abstainence from food and sleep. It helps elevate the soul and humans are able to break the shackles of material needs that mostly enslave them, leading them astray from the divine goals. Ramdan helps rectify these anarchist tendencies.

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