Jun 23rd, 2009
by gbsingh.
“Illusions to play games? Fun games, kids games, adult games, sex games… all?” – Said Eva, looking far into infinity, in her pensive mood.
“They make game of life enjoyable!” – I added mine.
“Do you mean to say life has no purpose?” – She challenged.
“It does have. …Play!” – I laughed.
“But we are taught otherwise… some [...]
Apr 15th, 2009
by gbsingh.
We kept dancing with the stars, not on TV, but under the real stars in the sky for hours together at a stretch.
There were no judges to assess our performance.
There were no audiences to vote in our favor.
All the seasons had merged into this one single performance.
It was energy dancing itself through our bodies in [...]
Apr 8th, 2009
by gbsingh.
Two bare bodies with two pure faces, out to play the game of life awesome big!
What a sex game was it that had filled our bodies with a miraculous energy in them!
The bodies were taught, stretched, drawn toward each other as well as away into their own. They were burning with the fire of wild [...]
Aug 16th, 2008
by gbsingh.
We do not play the game of life.
I am talking of the real life, not the toy game that has gone so popular only because the real one is not.
We do not play the game.
We rather fight a war.
Our family relations are not playful; they are regimented protocols more in an army kind of setting.
We [...]