You don't wanna mess up your artwork

That is my kind of love-making. 

Treating her body as a canvas, 

selecting all colours very carefully, 

paying special attention to all the shades the canvas will be subjected to; keep the brush strokes gentle where and when necessary. 

But do give up the delicacy from time to time. 

And when the artwork begins to take form, 

complement it with some tongue-work. Be consistent. Be involved with your masterpiece. 

You do not wanna mess up your artwork, for this is the one which looks best when wet. 

A Wolf

Text in the picture:

Zealously passionate;

A wild beast lurking in the woods, 

I am.

Pervasive darkness;

An all-consuming abyss,

I am.

Chaos within;

Mad love, accept me for the Wolf, 

I am.

I have always loved wolves. I do not quite know, why I developed this peculiar affinity with them, or how I relate myself to them. I just love them. Perhaps, for no reason at all, or, perhaps, for some reason which I may discover later in my life.

P.S. Anyway, have a look at my piece of art and rambling. Feel free to post your critical comments.

#TheNorthRemembers #WinterIsComing #AllHailTheStarks

A courtesan.

Intoxicating smoke,

And glittering lights,

A beauty dances,

And they stare her with shameless eyes.

Her reluctant moves,

Her selfless soul,

Her empty face,

What a miserable life; they unfold.

Look, how her feet dance and sway,

Crushing beneath them her dignity,

Look, how her eyes speaks the words she won’t say,

Telling the tale of her life; fallen prey to masculinity.

P.S. We look down upon those women who are a part of prostitution but, we do not want to fix the conditions which compel them to resort to such an evil act. 

Being a common man.

Since last two years, I have been experiencing a severe poet's block (my variant for writer's block) and that is why I couldn't come up with any new poems. However, I believe that some events or incidents really inspire a person to express. Similarly, a great movie named The Pursuit of Happyness persuaded me to pen few words about the life of a common man, as it was brilliantly depicted by Will Smith. 

A common man always struggle not for himself but, for the people he values the most. A common man is a father who has to feed. A common man is an husband who has to take care. A common man is an employee who has to make both ends meet. And, a common man is a loner because he leaves people and they leave him. In the end, a common man is a hero who lives for others and dies for himself. 

P.S. Being a common man, I salute all real life heroes.

Let's walk down . . . .

Lets walk down the memory lane,
Lets chase some fun and forget every pain. . . .


Lets remove every doubt and every lie,
Lets cuddle each other, please don't deny. . . .


Lets dance endlessly into this night,
With sparkling stars as our guests and moon be the spotlight. . . .


Let me hold you close and look in your beautiful eyes,
I want your eternal loving for my entire life. . . .


Let me bow before you and ask with pride,
You're my ideal girl, will you be my Bride?

Ground beneath her feet

(N.B: After listening an outstanding number sung by U2 named "Ground beneath her feet" i was totally moved by the charm of it and decided to pen a poem with the same title. It's an inspiration not plagiarism!)

Her beautiful face struck through my heart,
And her smile made me feel,
To just prostrate on,
The Ground beneath her feet...

She entered my life like a divine being,
A beauty nowhere else to be seen,
The unforgettable moments i still hold in my memory,
When i saw her for the first time; in sheen...

Her melodious voice harmonized my heartbeat,
And rhythmic pattern of words so sweet,
Just compelled me to be,
The one who prostrate on the "Ground beneath her Feet"

Confessions of a Wanderer

In this darkness i am,

Alone and it's cold,

Even my Shadow is gone,

And there's no hand for me to hold...

The path is long,

With many ups and downs,

And i hide all sorrows,

Behind the mask of a clown...

The Sun is shining bright,

But all i see is the Dark,

It's not the absence of light,

But something happened to my heart...

No-one gives me love,

So i seek it in hate,

This is how life treats me,

I don't curse my fate!

Thick haze surrounds me,

That's why my vision isn't getting clearer,

I wish to be with those people,

Who are to me Dearer...

I will keep following my dreams,

Until i am done,

Because i read it somewhere,

"IF YOU WANT TO SHINE, FIRST YOU

NEED TO BURN LIKE A SUN!!!"

Bilal Lashari Copyrights © 2010