The Arsenal For The Boulevard...!!

Take a look back, somewhere someplace in your childhood you will find a child, full of energy and enthusiasm, liveliness, carelessness, carefreeness and innocence, wanting to be a grown up. Turn around and give a gaze in your days of teens you will find a boy feeling grown up, being flamboyant about his abilities, starting to get sense of what friends are all about, instituting to inquiry the authority. Have a swivel and there you will see an adult trying to know about his career objectives, understanding the importance of a family and the support provided by it, questing around for a spot-on companion and eventually getting one, getting a fade idea of his accountability and responsibilities, trying to balance himself on various portals of life, polishing himself for the fuming, furious, ruthless and challenging future ahead that not only belongs to him but also his surrounds.

Backing himself up he tries to analyze him and starts of to achieve a goal that he set for himself with his arsenal that is filled of enthusiasm, liveliness, confidence, family, friends, and a companion. The way to his success contains all the traces of fuming, furious, ruthless and challenging facets of the future he expected for him but he exchange blows with all his fear, the wounds are good enough to take him apart. Showing back to the non-ally circumstance is nowhere near the feasible. In fact he feels more empowered after recovering from the knocks. He pushes himself more and more and gets to see that the arsenal is really helpful and effective.

He works hard to attain the eternal bliss that waits at the other end of the boulevard on which this journey started…!!

The Enigma

The Enigma behind that gaze, full of secrecy, hidden magnetism and lure, makes me admit my defeat to it but the pleasure that I get from it, is awesome. Feels like just do nothing but wonder in the beauty and the innocence that is reflected from those eyes. The appeal that catches me and forces me to fall apart and melt in the warmth of her arms, makes me helpless, binds me with some or the other force and makes me addicted to her again and again.

Sometimes it is not her presence that makes me blissful but the feeling that she is mine, gives me the pleasure of such intense superlative magnitudes that I presume to have achieved the all. There is no single fucking creature on this planet that can draw even a line between us.

Yes, I am ravenous, I am proud, I am boastful for I can say …. “She is Mine” …!!