I shall depart

For this very day of 22^nd June is quite painful for god. He had to send one of his beloved child far away from himself. Although this place was in contrast with heaven and to the fortune of child he found godlike souls incarnated as parents. But god’s heart again longs for his beloved child and so he shall depart leaving behind his sermon to be inscripted in to the minds of the denizens of this place.

But before that

I wanna dance in monsoon rain

Till all my sweat drain

And let the orgy go wild

Before I become God's own child

I wanna fondle every lip

Till it snuggle my heart to tip

And let the lust go blind

Before I become God's own child

I wanna cuddle the very vice

So even impudence's arrogance suffice

For virtue will always be nice

Before I become God's own child

I wanna ramble naked like a tiger

So the coward's visage make me snigger

And their phoney whiteness turn nigger

Before I become God's own child

I wanna succumb to the ravishing bovine

Those beautiful, florid, and prurient ravine

For then all the whet would never whine

Before I become God's own child

I wanna guzzle my home's fragrance

Till my providence holds forbearance

For I owe to my parents their tolerance

Before I become God's own child

I wanna inbibe in to sleep

And ride in mind to the deep

So that when I am awake

Before I become God's own child

I pray to god with my mind and heart

To retard time and dont let me depart

Dont set me and my beloved apart

For some day I shall become your own beloved child

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Truly inspired by the solliloquoy inside me

I wanna Marry

Freedom and marriage can never ride in tandem. Marriage is being projected as an injustice to right of freedom or rather freedom is the bafflement in one’s social arrangement for this very season of life. Marriage comes at the cost of lecherous appetites and in return gives a life time tenure for a restrain free juxtaposition with the whets long desired.

I wanna marry

Doesn't that sound scary

But everyone loves cherry

So I wanna marry

I can't further tarry

I've got a lust to carry

So I told my strawberry

I wanna marry

But she refused to marry

She said you want to quarry

She went on to parry

Said "bhen-de-takke", I am sorry

But I insist, I wanna marry

I'm your silkworm, you are my mulberry

I'm your ship, you are my ferry

I'm your heart, you are my merry

I'm your "bhen-de-takke",you are my raspberry

And so I wanna marry

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Truly inspired from all the beautiful angels of my musings and here's an anecdote of marriage from the very musings

"Husband" doesn't mean
Highly Useful Servant Bend At Ninety Degree

"Wife" doesn't mean
Wonderful Item For Entertainment

But Marriage does mean
An association for ever