Sensations

Never let your feelings be dictated by others ,

Not even from yourself,

You are your feelings after all ,

Society uses the tool to oppress the lust within ,

By taming us like an innocent and enslaved animal in the circus,

In retaliation our lust rebels and goes over balanced ,

Response affirmative to the senses of attraction , rather than being in denial through the notion of self programmed oppression,

That only teaches us to look at the limitations to the point of materialistic benefits and not beyond ,

Because Beyond is where the reality of evolution begins .

Dictatorship

Dictation is a heist that executes under the programming of pressure ,

It is programmed to steal your time,

To make you enslave through the weapon of fear,

It thrives by oppressing every moment of joy out of our lives ,

That we once had before the times of urbanisation,

In Today’s time , we are dictated by the tech culture,

That seeks only one goal ,

A mass number of worldwide slavery in every corner of the planet.

The victim mentality

The nature of being a victim all the time in our mind ,

Means no concept of accountability for oneself ,

Lack of self respect and dignity ,

Torn between illusion and unfulfilled fantasies,

Always Manipulating one’s way around to get things done ,

Once the cycle of such viciousness begins ,

Where does it end or does it ever ,

Such Vindictive lives of our times ,

We procreate ourselves with .

Gaze

To listen to the fear hiding beneath peace ,

Seek it through the silence of the prey ,

To witness the move that holds breath ,

Is to Keep up with the pace of the predator ,

And To stand firm on your grounds , witnessing such a moment,

One must quietly gaze it with the image of its own reflection.

Realization

So what is it going to be

Either the fury of our illusion or the choice of recognizing the essence of our existence,

It will always come to this, no matter what,

Even the most innocent ones cannot escape the gratitude of their existence,

That comes with the tag of survival,

And out of us all , not even one is allowed to escape out of it .

Lust

Lust is life ,

It entices you when you ignore it ,

And provokes you more when you give into it ,

So how do we balance it ,

By shaming tactic that society approaches in the form of oppression, courtesy of female culture,

Or allow it to be expressed and intake freely between the 2 genders in the manner of cuddling among strangers ,

Based on first sight of affection on the roots of sensual grounds ,

Males are the extension of females lust ,

And there is no other way around it , shaming man’s lust is equal to shaming your own existence.

The human touch

When you are so obsessed with yourself,

You miss the most important thing that matters the most ,

The human touch,

Upon which our whole existence is based upon ,

That keeps revolving around us ,

Patiently waiting for us to wake upto it ,

To feel that intense connection,

The energy which we will always seek ,

Such missed connections are being missed by us deliberately on every day of our lives ,

And if by chance we do find it , we either take it for granted or let it go ,

Than we look back upon it ,

And see how much we had missed ,

Was it all worth it ,

To let it all pass by ,

Just like that ,

Or is it worth it ,

To let it all pass by now ,

In the current moment ,

And To understand this ,

We need to value the existence of ourselves and every single thing around ,

Even the ones , that we cannot see it ,

Coz , It is all what we have ,

It is all what we are .

The drama between the two genders

Males are direct and straight forward ,

Women on the other are always indirect ,

Why ,

Coz they love to shit test guys ,

That is , If he can actually take their drama and play along or will fall out ,

And that’s a test that mostly guys pass ,

Since they struggle with concept of masculinity in today’s day and age ,

For those ( males ) who fail the stupid test and lack materialism on top of it

Are most likely going to end up alone,

Perhaps more often in the strip clubs,

Where some touch of passion can be felt as long as their pocket stays warm ,

After that it’s a long and lonely road that never ends .