SATHVY WRITES

"Your wildness is far beyond taming, it's for celebrating. We've had our terms not to talk but just to flow with it, I'm not sure how that works but yeah, that's the most erotic thing I've ever dared to do. You're everything i need, especially the face when you make when my hands slide along your inner thighs. You feel no pain of mine. I always dream about us, discovering infinite ways to love, both metaphorically and literally, but here, until a little more than half a decade, I'm forbidden to talk about what I passionately dream about. In case you didn't notice, this, is the pain i referred to darling. Please, let me explore the path as you are that and if you're it, the least I'd care is about the destination. I'm bound to control my senses in your romance and that is too much torture to take in. I can't speak of it and can't cry for it. Why is this torture so fun in love? When you know, better than anyone ever could, that you...

ಆ ಮುದ್ದು ಮುತ್ತ ಮದದ ತುಟಿಯ ತುದಿಯ ತೊದಲ ಕೇಳೋ ಕಿವಿಯ ಕದನ ಕಿವಿಗಳಿಂದು ನಾ ಮುಂದು ತಾ ಮುಂದು ಬೇರೊಂದು ಆಸೆಯೊಂದು ಒಳ ಬಂದು ಇಟ್ಟಿತೊಂದು ಪುಟ್ಟ ಚೊಕ್ಕ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಬಿಂದು. ನಾ ಬರೆವ ನನ್ನ ಸಾಲು ಮುಗಿದಮೇಲೂ ಅವಳ ಪಾಲು, ಸಾಲ್ಗಳ ಕಾಲ್ಗಳ ಗೆಜ್ಜೆಯ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ಸದ್ದಿನ ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮ ಆಕೆಯೇ ಸಭೆಯ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ... ಸಭೆಯೇ ಆಕೆಯ ಸತ್ಯ... ವರ್ಷಗಳಿಂದೆ ನಾ ಸೋತು ಬಂದೆ, ಬಂದೆದುರು ಕೂತಳಾಕೆ, ನಾ ಮಂಡಿ ಊರಿ ಹೋದೆ, ಹಿಡಿದು ನನ್ನ ಗಟ್ಟಿ ತಬ್ಬಿ, ಕಣ್ಣ ಒರೆಸಿತಾ ಗುಬ್ಬಿ, ಆ ಕ್ಷಣವ ಹೇಳಲಾರೆ, ಜನರಿಗೆಲ್ಲ ಬರೆಯಲಾರೆ, ಆಕೆಯೆಂಬ ಹೊನ್ನ ನಾನು, ಹೆಣ್ಣಾಗಿ ನೋಡಿನೂನು, ಮಣ್ಣ ಕಣಕೂ ಕೂಡ ಕೊಂಚವೂ, ನೀಡಿ ನಾನು ಹೋಗಲಾರೆ, ಬುದ್ದಿ ತೆರೆದೂ ನೀಡಲಾರೆ. ಅವಳ ಪದದ ಮೋಹದ ಮೋಡಿಯ ಕಾಡಲಿ ಕಳೆದೆನ್ನ ಕಂಗಳ ಹುಡುಕುತಾ ಬಂದಳು ತಾನಾಗಿಯೇ, ನಾ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿ, ಸಿಕ್ಕಾಗ ಸುತ್ತ ಸುಳಿದು ಪ್ರತಿ ಕಡೆ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ ಬಡೆದು ನಾವಷ್ಟೆ ಅಡವಿ ಬಂಧು ಎಂದು ನನ್ನ ಮುಂದೆ ಬಂದು ಕೊಂಚ ಕಾಲ ತುಟಿಯ ತೀಡಿ ಬಾಯರಿಕೆಗೆ ಬರಗಾಲ ನೀಡಿ ಬರಗೆಟ್ಟು ನನ್ನ ಮುಟ್ಟಿ ಝುಮ್ಮೆನ್ನುವೆಡೆಯೆಲ್ಲ ಕಯ್ಯ ತಾಕಿಸಿ, ಕಾಡಿನ ಕಾಮದ ಪುರಾತನ ಪುರಾಣಗಳಾಗಿದ್ದೇವು ನಾವು, ದೇಹದ ಶಬ್ದದ ನಾದವ ಕಾಡಿನೆಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಕೇಳ ಕಳಿಸಿದೆವು ನಾವು. ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆ ರಾತ್ರಿಯ ಮತ್ತೆನ್ನ ರತಿಯ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯ ಅಳೆವರ್ ಇರುವರ್  ಯಾರಯ್ಯ? ಸ್ಪರ್ಧೆಯೇ ಇಲ್ಲ, ಸ್ಪರ್ಧೆಗೆ ಅರ್ಥವೇ ಇಲ್ಲ, ಕಡೆಗೆ ಕಣ್ಣ ತುಂಬ ಕಂಡ ಅಪ್ಪಟ ತನುವ ತೃಪ್ತಿಯಿ...

Those scars which we left behind on my soul, is still terrifying, is still fresh, is still intense...is still... like a knife through my chest. Every day the same shit and every night, the same horror. I don't know if I'll ever recover, but if I do, i still care for those scars like the scars of a lone wolf. I never wanted these, i never wanted any of this, all i needed was just you, a simple soul. As I'm on the way to possess you completely and permanently, i can see the price that I've to pay for it. A special kind of payment as I've to pay every night. The scars, one day, may scrap my face up so much that I'll hardly be me, yet, i still need you. I know you can heal me, the thing that bothers me is why aren't you aware of this fact that if anything in the world hurts me, you damn know you can heal me yet, you choose to remain silent. Why? I know the depths of mistakes I've committed but you're mine, whatsoever, aren't you? Like a boy who searc...

" I may die yet fly, How can I not, When you're the sky, and here it starts, the love in the lines. "Night once saw a man, in the darkest of his ways, kind of blackest in his days, howling in hopelessness, in the moon's face, total desperateness, hunting the stars, all at once, and, sexiest of stars, he caught his hands on, an angel of the night, turning him too tight, how can the star not? Yet, violence was never taught, In all their concord, kingly turned to love, nothing like the night has even seen, it was initiatively addicting, supreme yet, seducing, all in all, a reigning rapport, and here, the story's complete." It's not about life nor about death, It's about living, even in the death, we've proved it, to every curves, We've lived it, tons of other lives, of all these years, now when I hold you, You're not touched, you're felt, nights have taught me you, the presen...

* There's a very thin line between luck and hard work. If you get someone who makes your life so special, that's luck and the way they stay shows your hard work.   * When all the efforts are false but the love is true, that's one true relationship and when the efforts are true while love is not, it is still a true relationship. Love is not commercial to judge it on its end results, its a compilation of human emotions, and they... are always true, but what is not, is the judgement when love is lost or not found.   * Her body is then only for you when she knows that your love is for more than her body.   * Value something and it'll value you back, and if it doesn't, there are only two things that can possibly go wrong. Either your value was useless or the thing you chose was.   * Worries teach us so many things except for how not to be worried.   * Sadly, Sadness is a part of the day. What's even sadder is, it is the night which starts that d...

Schools… This place is a lot of fun. We learn tons of necessary things, both academically and non-academically. It’s time we talk about something technical. The Indian school system is based on three boards i.e; The ICSE board, The CBSE board, and the State boards. By possessing a great syllabus pattern, a wide range of activities, tests, and exams, it still fails in teaching an important aspect of everybody’s life. And that is… Financial management.  Financial management essentially has 5 pillars under it to stand unshaken. They are: 1. Multiple sources of income and it’s importance. 2. Savings management. 3. Spending allocation. 4. Wealth generation and management. 5. Financial freedom. Let’s see what each one has got to tell us, 1. Multiple sources of income and its importance.   Imagine our lives as a house built on one single pillar. Something comes and hits the pillar and the house crashes down. The End. That pillar was the only source of income we had and now ...

I'll write our stories on your body with my lips...  I'll wipe them off sliding on your hips... I'll kiss you hard at the end of the page as an autograph... I'll explore you bit by bit where ever I touch n' wrap... I'll bite you, as I'd pin pages...  I'll keep you safe, as my life's greatest artwork for ages... And after days, I wipe you off, and start again writing by the legs...  Thus, an artist lived loving his art...  @Sathvyy

  Night n' the peak is at peace, so is the breeze, I'm with these, The bros in my stories. There's' the bonfire, we surround it. there are cheers, we hit it, and the memories, we talk it, There are some regrets, we burn it. Now there's a girl all and we all love it.  In a billion soul world, these vibes I met, I swear to god, they're the best I bet. When you know they're there, and they actually are, right in the heart and not so far, They're called friends, like the colors in a star. @Sathvyy

She came closer, locked it, the lips. And kissed harder, I loved it, the face. The longer we kissed, the tastier it became. The tastier it became, the longer we kissed. "Fuck nudes, lets roam around naked" I told her, Her lines. She fell over over, cuddling and crossed. I, kissed, holding onto her ways. Her whispers turned of lights, and us, on. Her hands glided as that popped on. The clothes, pulled aside, The sweat, scrolled inside. Cold night, hot bed Nose fight, love bid, Me n' the girl lost in the love's whirl. Her skin, the perfection. Her moans, the salvation. That night, the affection. Two birds on bed, the addiction. @Sathvyy

  He cried, none heard, he wailed, none helped. Tears rushed, eyes shrink'd, thoughts jammed, breath slowed. He, alone, she, gone, they, apart, gloomy night. His desolation, sorry heart, his destruction, elegant art. @Sathvyy

  On her laps, he was asleep  at his lips, she gazed too deep upon his cheeks, her fingers slid, with her eyes, his eyes hid. The passion grew higher, as they held tighter, their bodies swayed smoother, as they fell on each other, and the touches were on fire as the hearts came closer. The lamps were blown, and the moon was shown, their favorite zone. It was the moment, so they could meet, it was the time what was really sweet, the love was in and so was it. It was all neat, the passion, as a treat the love that was elite the hug that was complete the look that was light the touch that was bright Hence, Here I present, "The Couple Of the Night" @Sathvyy

Hey, I know there's nothing now, just an empty space. A void where I can roam, run, bang, fly, cry, live and die. The one thing I'm prohibited for is to love. What is this love after all? Just two souls cuddling each other for the eternity. For me, this moment is the eternity. Thank you for taking such needed initiation and being the most beautiful meaning of my way around. All these years, it's not something i can forget. They're not just events called memories, they're a chain of events called my time and I've never seen nobody forgetting their own time. In this point of time of mine, it's the winter's peak and I'm on a mountain cliff waiting for the fog and mist to disappear so that I can reappear to those eyes which have been awaited to see an amazing flame that comes out while my ego is being burnt by the unclear path which I'm currently on. It's sad that sometimes we can't love in the way they need. I'm sorry, I didn't meant...

I'm happy, no one knows, I'm happy that no one knows... I'm happy for my heart, I'm happy from my heart... I'm happy that no one cares, I'm happy that no one stays... I'm happy, so I smile, I'm happy that I smile, Cuts, blows and hopes, Made me happy, nevertheless. It's strange that I'm happy, Over a long span, It's weird that I find strange to be happy. Of all the lines you just read, Who cares what, I'm happy... Ohh dear, life is the happiness, And so are you... End of the day, a question stays  sloppy, AM I.. REALLY, HAPPY? @Sathvyy Extractrion credit: Prajwal J

Hey there, Hope you're doin good. Ah, actually there's this kinda feel... I miss you and the memories, but won't be sad for long. I've been feelin sorry for what did, but there's no point now, ain't it? Don't worry, I won't ask you again to be with me. I'm know I'm not worth it. I'm the idiot who mocks at this angel who came down just for me. You know, Broken things can be beautiful babe. Lemme tell you a short story. Once, there lived a couple. Eventually, he started to back off, she noticed it and and broke his heart by her words. He remained silent, smiled and went off. What she didn't know was the "why". She could've been mature enough to pull him closer, talk the shit outta them and retain their path. Now, lm'ma tell you that "Why". He was diseased with Moebius syndrome and was poor. A syndrome that causes facial paralysis. For him, it had crawled on to his brain and that's game over.  He didn't wa...