PAGANISM IS ROOT.................

So many trials, but none was worth,

To abolish pagans from the face of earth.

We, the pagans, the civilians of the planet,

Devoured attacks from so called prophets, priests and senates.

Every attack weakened this communus,

Took a chunk of strength from us.

Attackers grew stronger and powerful,

Pagans became tattered and rag-full.

Funny beliefs were imposed on us, without dignity,

Forcing us to believe in a single almighty,

Who can neither be seen, not even as small as hair,

Nor can be felt, not even as light as air.

Yet he became most praised and powerful,

And acknowledging nurturing nature was announced sinful.

Attacks targeted the natural gods,

Condemning them, for the sake of single unknown sod.

One self-claimed to be the messenger of almighty

Created a new religion and a new name for the single deity.

Cleaver as the fox, he claimed to be the last messenger from god.

And killed anyone, who doesn’t believe in his word.

Other made to claim the title, “Offspring of lord”

Simple prophet was turned into the son of god.

People of power, edited the history,

And presented the holy book as a mystery.

Today as I look back on shelf,

To see what has retained itself.

I am surprised to find,

Paganism stand without modifications from any mind.

Laughing I try to believe the unbelievable,

Truth and harmony only in religion crippled and made feeble.

Further analyses made me jump a foot,

Result:- EVERY RELIGION HAS PAGANISM AS ITS ROOT.

No Title...(its crap)

Here I stand,

Wounded is my hand.

Hard, cold metal biting my palm,

Blood oozing from its inner realm.

Pain asks me let it go.

But victory stands forth, I know.

This cold metal pulls me with might,

If I relax, I am washed in the tide.

I need to hold.

I need to stand.

Pain is immense

Mighty pull force, jerks my defense.

I can’t get pulled or let go.

Both ways it’s the victory of my foe.

I need to hold the ground.

Be firm and keep the metal bound.

Victory is just moments away,

Then I shall tell whose the boss anyway.

A loud command, “TYSON…. NOOO!!!”.

& victory reeled in with all its glow.

Rain..

Look at the pouring beads,

Feel the drench of solid pearls,

Smell the wet mud and water flow,

Hear the sound of breaking drops as they sow.

If it gives you pleasure,

Rest at leisure.

Work can be done laters,

Lie down and forget all matters.

Work happens round the year,

Wait till the sky clear.

It doesn’t rain everyday,

And rarely feels like this anyway.

So lay down and relax.

Let the water hit you in face,

Forget your hand’s reflex.

Feel good? As you let your mind race…

Where did it take you?

What can you see?

Is there someone special?

Or are you still with me?

You dint respond,

That’s a sign for me.

I got it, you are busy,

And I should flee.

She Walks...

With heaven above and hell below,

She walks on rope at a pace slow.

Hanging on pendulum of life’s clock,

She swings, to and fro off the block.

I wish she could land,

And walk on sand.

But she likes to fly,

Fluttering in oblivion with open eye.

Deep into the ocean of darkness,

And far into the lands of nothingness.

High above the clouds of obsession,

She walks on rope, out of marauder’s possession.

Down with the head cold,

She walks at the grace from her heart of gold.

Pitch black darkness in the room of thought,

Lethargic heart, beating for reasons unsought.

Lying in peace, with no reasons to appease,

A sleeping beauty or a lady with disease???

A coma struck her brain, her life,

Yet she walks with her heart on strife.

Matter of an opinion!!!

Every where I see,
Difference in opinion of people free.
Everyone holds their choices,
Free world grants them rights to raise their voices.


Voices are raised,
Opinions expressed.
Comments heard,
Points accepted.


Conflicts arise,
Debated on.
One man’s opinion,
Objected to by another one.


Soon the crowd joins in,
Heated words rattling as empty tin.
Mob rising from sincere crowd,
Orthodox people, renaming frustration as “being proud”.


Fight goes on and on,
Morons fighting, under ego’s tone.
Add religion and watch the show,
Politicians delightfully build vote-banks from such a row.


Left finds reasons to criticize right,
Ruling right blames left for the fight.
Political blame games go on high,
Media reports riots with fake sigh.


Buses burnt, strikes called.
People die, curfew settled.
Riots finished, matter unsolved.
Opinions stay but the war is cold.


Family’s dead, shops looted, homes ragged, vehicles flashed,
Citizens are the sufferers with feelings gashed.
But politicians love to take advantage,
Salt the gash with sabotage.


I wonder at the innocence of people,
Or should I say stupidity of suckers with nipples.
Indian citizens are getting literate,
Yet they follow and pacify words of politicians and jerks illiterate.


Indians are all sheep walkers,
Push one and find the followers.
The right to freedom of speech,
Abused properly with this siege.


I feel pity for the fellow Indians,
Wish them sense to realize and develop personal opinions.
I wish them to understand the diversity,
To follow or discuss opinions in prosperity.

She Walks!!!

With heaven above and hell below,
She walks on rope at a pace slow.
Hanging on pendulum of life’s clock,
She swings, to and fro off the block.


I wish she could land,
And walk on sand.
But she likes to fly,
Fluttering in oblivion with open eye.


Deep into the ocean of darkness,
And far into the lands of nothingness.
High above the clouds of obsession,
She walks on rope, out of marauder’s possession.


Down with the head cold,
She walks at the grace from her heart of gold.
Pitch black darkness in the room of thought,
Lethargic heart, beating for reasons unsought.


Lying in peace, with no reasons to appease,
A sleeping beauty or a lady with disease???
A coma struck her brain, her life,
Yet she walks with her heart on strife.

Headache

Sitting here, I feel bored,
Scanning my brain for everything stored.
I want to write something,
Don’t care even if it means nothing.


I move on scribbling on this paper,
Without any salt, sugar or flavor.
Don’t expect a sweet love story,
I am short of my think-tank armory.


Don’t expect a poem on worldly affairs,
My minds wandering chances are rare.
Oh, why do I feel my mind so stuck,
Heavy as a ship anchored in muck.


Chances of beautiful verses are poor,
Aircraft of imagination, unwilling to take any tour.
Lake of my emotions seems to have evaporated,
Waterless fish, I feel so incapacitated.


Boredom seems to have taken its toll,
I wanted imagination to create a role.
But, pain is what rule,
Now, I can see her standing besides my stool.


Who or what she is, I do not know,
A reflection of my dream girl; or just a projected hollow.
For she is too pretty to be true,
Her enigma made me feel some unearthly hue.


Gone!!!, oh no! Where did she go??
I had seen her their just moments ago.
She vanished without a trace,
Leaving me to wonder, about all her grace.


She was so natural, yet so unreal,
Oh no, again the hurting sutures are back in zeal.
I am back to where I started,
Everything’s cloudy and I see only a void.


Again I feel so naïve.
Echoes from my creations grave,
Leaving me hurt and in pain.
Sorrow drenched me faster than rain.


It’s the weakness of my brain,
I couldn’t withstand a little pain.
My creation, she was created and died in vain,
As my imagination surrendered to this bodily pain.

Our message to Terrorists.

I hear, Boom Bang Boom Budoom,
Till date you sent millions to doom.
Innocent people die and suffer,
Death of relatives or injuries, for survivors to cumber.

Your latest act of bombing,
Killed ~50 and many injured are suffering.
This shouldn’t have been their fate,
To peacefully live was their birth rite at any rate.

You cowards called terrorists,
Neither humans, nor any philanthropists.
You love no human,
You belong to no religion.

You aren’t brave,
Most of you vermins are uneducated and naïve.
You are beasts of oblivion,
Pests belonging to separate species Homo terroristien.

You claim to be sufferers of pain,
Yet you kill innocents, are u insane???
No one who ever suffered,
Would ever torture even an innocent bird.

Anyways….. for cowards, who cares or bothers,
If you had guts, you would have faced us on our borders.
For now, I just want to tell you morons,
You are filthy, cowardly, unerudite and unethical gorgons.

Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Parsi or Christian,
We are Indians, above all Earth’s citizen.
You can’t scare us no more,
We see your acts as tantrums of idiots frustrated to core.

Such acts of killing,
Won’t stop us from developing.
We are the youth of India,
We ain’t afraid of your hysteria.

Do whatever you can,
Together we’ll stand and face, unlike the way you ran.
Seeds of anger, you already did sow,
So, mind our words carefully now.

“You moles stand against a tiger,
Gnawing and biting at your desire.
No U.S., No U.N., No Pakistan, No Afganistan, No one can save you,
If pain in our wounds make us claw your holes to hunt you.”

Hang-Out Corner Girls!!!

My Sweethearts and their beloved brothers,
Here I try to describe our hangout babes a bit further.
Do forgive if I forget to mention anyone,
Don’t worry there’s always a scope to add another hun (honey).

Starting with a few forgotten faces,
Who are now, found at other bases.
“Shahista” is one sweet innocent girl,
No matter how hard you try, she would never furl.

“Shrutha” a hot and spicy maiden,
With her around, thread was always laden.
“Jigna” a sweetheart with brain,
Debate and find all your arguments stand in-vain.

“Komal” a diplomat, elegant as a Rolls Royce,
But mind you, she’s got sweetest voice.
“Aditi” another forgotten and a lost honey,
Together, our discussions used to be quiet funny.

Moving to the presently active ladies,
If you feel its crap, don’t mind it please.
“Archana (Archiee)” a cute naughty freak,
Hot, I must mention, or she’ll throw me off Everest’s peak.

“Sumant” carries an affectionate charm,
A milo chor & host of hangout’s daily Chitrahar Program.
“Anupriya” a workaholic sweetheart,
Friendly and caring girl with a big-big heart.

“Shesha” a bomb-shell with multi aptitude,
Sweet, Charming, Intellectual, Good-looking, and honey with a hint of attitude.
“Hoo” a caring damsel with loads of fake anger,
Her downright sweetness, qualifies her as Shugar.

“Swathi” a cheerful kiddo,
Smile and make others smile, seems to be her motto.
“Dreamz” a lovely stranger,
Don’t know much, should try next on her.

“Natasha” seems a sweet venusian,
However, I sense in her, a naughty Libran.
“Afreen” a new entrant,
Her presence soothes and cheers as a Phoenix’s lament.

Lastly, “Yachi (Yachika)” a sweetheart and interesting creature,
Always Curious & Confused is what rightly describes her.
Smiling at my own creation above,
“Hit me if u gals want to, but kindly do it with Love”

All in Hope of A Sister!!!

Today I’ll tell you, story of a boy,

Writing it, I don’t feel coy.

Painful it maybe,

Don’t pity, or he would flee.

Smiling I start with his birth,

All his family was drowned in mirth.

First baby of his generation, (mum’s side)

Most loved & spoiled; I tell you without exaggeration.

He grew out a naughty kid to the core,

But his family just seemed to love him more & more.

All his wishes were made reality,

As if his family has pledged his fealty.

One day he asked for his doom,

A younger sister to play with, in his room.

His mother died in O.T. when he was seven,

New born sis too, soon departed for heaven.

All his life changed suddenly,

Though, family still loved him evenly.

Soon came a step-mom.

For father’s touring job always kept him on roam.

Boy soon realized the difference,

Mistreatment he received mounted his sufferance.

Forget wishes, soon his fends were denied too,

Was told his demands increase as he grew.

He continued with life as it came,

Uptill seventeen, his life was a poor game.

Then he started to revolt,

Change things according to his vault.

His life was turned a further mess,

His lame attempts she knew how to suppress.

She made him feel all hated & disgusted,

He felt no one ever loved him, or trusted.

Several times he wished for death,

But nothing stopped his breath.

He felt so depressed,

Being denied and oppressed.

He started hating each and everything,

Frustration showed & started to sing.

Whether he did or not, he always got the blame,

However, now he started to follow the same.(do what he is blamed for)

Still he always longed for love and care,

Someone, anyone with whom he can share.

Until now, he struggled all his life,

Trying to please his father’s second wife.

However she had inborn hatred for him,

Sudden realization of which made him dim.

He desired to change it all,

But he knew no longer he can crawl.

So he decided not to give a damn,

People’s hate can’t even move a baby pram.

So how shall it affect him or his life,

Soon the pain vanished as he dodged that knife.

But the boy still took solace,

Which was empowered by friendships grace.

Deep down somewhere he knew not to trust it either,

But till date most of his friends stuck in his hither.

Finally, the boy learned not to care,

To him, world was and could never be fair.

Thinking and pondering just increases the suffering,

Deal and move, became his way of living.

Till date he suffers,

Gets all blames from the duffers.

But nothing hurts for more than few minute,

He gets OK and laughs at it.

How I know him, I do not know,

He’s my partner & will always be so.

Its me who now cheers him up,

I hand a pen, and he starts to write up.

Exam Time!!!

Morning was about to come.
Yet thoughts of waking up, were unwelcome.
I wanted to sleep more,
But Alarm clock was set on four.


It was a Day of exam,
I never studied anything beforearm.
I was bound to sleep in hall,
For I knew I couldn’t answer one question at all.


Clumsily I bathed and dressed,
Mind humming, and still not distressed.
For I knew it wouldn’t hurt a bit,
Though, blank sheet would say aloud that am a git.


So, what? Everyone is a git sometime.
And where is law, that being a git is a crime?
Thinking this I reached the exam centre,
Perception turned into admiration of beauties there were.


This is what I like about competitive examinations,
You find hot pretty chicks in abundant rations.
We went to exam rooms,
Where I realized I forgot to bring the pen, as anyone can assume.


Eyeing the sexy chicks around,
My eyes wandered without bound.
The girl in pink got my eye,
And offered a pen with a small hi.


I still wonder how she knew,
But with pen in hand, I faced a whole pirate crew,
Innocent and peaceful as I am,
I called a truce with them.


I couldn’t read any pirate of words,
And strike an answer depending on lucky cords.
200 pirates and gals for me to cope,
“Ring-a-ring Roses”, was my only hope.


I sang it 200 times,
And answers poured in as rhymes.
Laughing I shut the pirate ship,
I had won in 20 mins. Without any hardship.


Now was the time of party and desserts,
And so I spent 30 minutes.
In examination hall,
Admiring every maal[gal].

LOVE ON TRAIN!!!

The Story starts in rain,

A guy and a gal rushing to catch their train.

Boy was cute, smart and handsome.

Drenched in rain yet looked awesome.

Moving swiftly he collided hard,

Zeroing on collision factor, his eyes popped like retard.

He was struck by a glimpse of sudden glowing beauty.

Also a pleasing, soothing fragrance that was a bit fruity.

Gal however was bothered about train,

Getting up, she ran as her head throbbed in pain.

She got to the compartment and took her berth.

A few minutes later, our boy walked on opposite berth.

Gal looked away thinking he is a mess.

What can one think, he was rain drenched and with dirt laden dress.

Slowly the boy realized it’s the same gal,

All his senses again went in curl.

However, a sense of chill brought him back,

Noticing his condition he moved out of the pack.

Meanwhile the girl thaught its good,

She took a novel from her bag of food.

Boy came back all dry and fresh,

His hair was dry and a night dress was flawless.

That’s when the girl noticed him,

Realized she was an idiotic whim.

The guy sat on the opposite birth,

Plugging iPod, he forced to keep his eyes on some mirth.

Failing to do so he shut them hard.

Few minutes later, he got his reward.

Gal nudged him with a hot cup of tea,

Opening his eyes a tray with tea and biscuits is what he see.

Reluctantly taking the cup he said thanxx

Gal noticing the reluctance, assured their ain’t any pranks.

Boy gave a grin and sipped eyeing the pretty face.

By the time finished, intro gave way and chattering took pace.

They sat whole night laughing and joking,

Even flirty sentences started rocking.

By the time journey ends,

They would become good friends.

Then I think they’ll get married.

I don’t know who they were or could be???

But Love on train will always be their to hear or see.

Satan-Slayer

I don’t know what I want, or I should write.

My mind is full of world’s shit. Don’t mind, aright.

Why do only I have to be loyal?

That won’t prove me to be royal.

Why do only I have to fight for ego of friends?

When they don’t even care about my fends.

Why do I care what happen to them?

When they don’t even bother if, I am in any mayhem.

Why do I create havoc for injustice to anyone?

When they don’t bother if, am hurt by someone.

Everyone follows their will,

No one cares even if someone’s ill.

People do what they get pleasure in,

But I stand for friends. Is that a sin?

Then why do only I stand hurt?

While that asshole, always get the dessert.

Now I wonder if only I care.

Am I a born stupid, with a heart that share?

Why in this fucking hell, do I have to create scenes?

And be crowned an insane ego-king by all means.

Why do I have to care for everyone’s pride?

Why I just can’t sit and watch the drama from side?

Do I always have to be an emotional fool?

Why can’t I see a friend hurt and stay cool?

Arrrrrgghhhhh, go to hell all of you,

Live or die, what’s the hue?

Fuck or get fucked, I don’t care.

Eat bread or shit, that’s your affair.

You don’t bother for my ego, my word.

Now I don’t give a damn, be you stay nerd.

Varun will always live and care for friends,

But only those, who’ll bother about his fends.

Rest of you, can go take a hike.

Heard it??? Or shall I yell on mic?

Mickey the moron dies today,

Along rises Satan-Slayer, get out of way.

FREAK & PERFECT (a love story)

He was a freak,

In studies, was weak.

She was proper,

Maybe, a class-topper.

He admired her face,

And loved all her; ways.

She looked at him,

But her expression turned grim.

He desired for her,

And leered at all opportunities there were.

She too liked him,

But her big reputation was on whim.

He turned up,

And asked, “wassup”

She walked away,

As if he’s a tree by the way.

He tried again and again,

But all in vain.

She thought he’s a retard,

And slapped him; hard.

Depressed of rejection,

He left his education.

She went on well,

Graduated with 89%; hell.

He started singing,

Songs of his longings.

She got a job,

But work was blob.

People liked what he sang,

Fame and sound of money rang.

She sat in her cabin,

Bored, she watched, “just like raven”

She switched on channels,

Noticing the freak; on every music tunnel.

She logged on internet,

Found every song of the git.

Slowly and reluctantly, she pulled up close,

To hear; every word clearly, in the prose.

His words were for one,

And clearly told life isn’t fun.

She called up her assistant,

And booked, the tickets to his show at an instant.

She went to the show,

Watched; the freak as a pro.

He sang aloud,

Turned on, all crowd.

Songs of love and despair,

Set the crowd on air.

Every song was full of life,

And how, he wanted her to be his wife.

She sobbed and cried,

Saw the man she deprived.

Every girl in the crowd,

Was shouting, his name loud.

Each wish to replace the girl in his songs,

As he sang, “she is the only one for whom my heart longs.”

“Replacement is not possible.”

“Forgetting my first love is impossible.”

“So what if she is high up on a hill.”

“Someday I’ll climb the sill.”

“Even doom won’t bother.”

“Her rejection won’t matter either.”

“For, I just want to tell.”

“How much I love her still.”

“I might not be a fest.”

“For, I’ll let her decide the rest.”

“She might well reject me again.”

“And after that I’ll surely die of pain.”

Girl shut her eyes,

As the song, went to sighs.

Jerking her head,

She saw him crying as a young lad.

Suddenly her heart was on fire,

As the so-called, freak walked off the shire.

Singing, “Don’t stop me, please give way.”

“lemme reach her and do it today.”

Girl thought to run or hide,

But her heart wasn’t on her mind’s side.

Boy, reached her and fall on his knees,

Forgetting everyone around, his world at ease.

She looked up at his face,

Tears shone as some bright lace.

He held her hand,

Said, “I love you, more than beech loves sand.”

“I love you ever since I know you.”

“Have always loved you, will always love you.”

“I can’t guarantee you moon or stars.”

“Won’t be able, to take you for honeymoon on mars.”

“But I’ll give you my soul and life.”

“Will die anytime, you ask. Please be my wife.”

Fresh tears drained of girl’s eye,

Hugging him she said, “You deserve much better than I.”

Boy murmured, “But I love and want only you.”

Girl sobbed, “I love you too.”

Huddled together, they walked off proud.

Everyone watched and music played, as lovers departed the crowd.

Where is She?

Oh, lord where’s my aim,

The girl I want to tame.

If aim is equal to desire,

Where’s the girl that can set my heart on fire.

I had never been girl less,

But each girl-friend was a big mess.

Where is that one honey dew?

Who will come as a bolt from blue?

When will I find a girl possessing all hue?

With capabilities to paint my black & white world, on cue.

I am tired of this endless search,

Defeated I sit in your church.

Now show me the way,

Or, how to find her in any way.

Where is the girl of my dreams?

Can’t you see how my heart screams?

Dejected I feel on your no response,

Trust, ain’t left even an ounce.

Now why do I feel?

That you forgot to make that girl for me, & are shy to reveal.

Luck-(my only friend)

I am confused as what to write,

Why am I always without any foresight?

Everyone knows their aim,

And plans on how to play the game.

But I have no plans, and no aim,

I know I might suffer in life’s game.

But who cares or gives a damn,

Why everyone thinks I am a smart lamb?

Everyone feels I am good and smart,

But my overconfidence tears me apart.

So many times I have heard this,

Even from big successful boys, in bliss.

But I had always felt otherwise,

I am a moronic monkey to my own eyes.

There’s nothing good or smart,

And confidence is just to show on chart.

Laziness is my another treasure.

Sleep giving me all the world’s pleasure.

Carelessness comes as a gift,

Whatever may happen, my nerves won’t lift.

I would have been good for nothing,

If luck would have cheated me for anything.

But my luck is dedicated as an arm.

Will act on impulse, at the hint of harm.

Of all the speciality in me,

I know, am a lock with a unique key,

That is why I am so different,

Always keen on rules being bent.

But laws of public are static,

Until I have access on rulebook, to tap & click.

My mind knows its impossible,

Heart says, even impossible says “i-m-possible”.

With luck on my side I walk on the edge,

If it turns traitor, I wouldn’t find any latch.

A good big fall is certain,

Back-bone loss, that might pertain.

Nevertheless, I shall always try,

Since, for a git like me, no one will ever cry.

I win or loose, wouldn’t bother anyone,

For people think I am just someone.

A gut feeling says, its not true,

Winners always have a different hue.

What if you work hard like everyone,

Fun is, as luck makes you the “only one”.

Gaurav's Flirting Hitch

Here I am thinking again,

Mind racing, without any gain.

Trying to create some poetry in vain,

Sukki, I don’t know, if I can make it rain.

Nonetheless I’ll try,

To make Gaurav’s heart fry.

An incident from his flirting graph,

That’ll make all of us laugh.

So, it started from our hangout,

A new gal, Alison had just come about.

Angel being offline, Gaurav was like a cat,

Who leaped with all flirting skills on poor new rat.

Alison was lost and drowned,

In sharp words of this flirt-king, though uncrowned.

He sent, numerous winking and smiling emoticon,

And offers with whatnot, to trap the girl on run.

Smart copy-paste job with lyrics of romantic track,

However, it made Alison feel that he is a crack.

But Gaurav being an experienced flirt,

Knew how to tame this mocking squirt.

An hour or so later,

Everyone thought no flirt can be greater.

For Alison went all sweet,

And I was about to ask Gaurav for a treat.

When suddenly Alison called him “bhaiya”,

And Gaurav’s condition was like a punctured pahiya.

Everyone went laughing like mad,

Not even our innocent Sahista thought its sad.

But the story doesn't end here,

I have a secret info to share,

Numerous “bhaiya” words later, Alison left with a smile,

And guess what, she was Sukalyan’s fake profile.

Trends- kill love.

Come let me tell you a tale,

Where hearts fail, and destiny prevail.

True story of two dear friends,

Who loved, but got entangled in changing trends.

They were love birds, ever since I knew them,

Caring for each-other whatever be the mayhem.

Walking to and off school, hand in hand,

Silently chatting in classroom, pen and paper being their friend.

Being with all, but lost in each others eyes at break,

Sharing coke, without noticing whatever faces we make.

Their apparent uncare of world, Leaves us enraged,

Call them afterschool, the phones were always engaged.

Slowly and silently the days went,

Then came trend of changing boyfriend, as if on rent.

And our pretty she-dove turned to new shore,

Leaving sweet, caring boy as a despo to core.

Boy lost all hope, all life,

His number of suicide attempts reached five.

We tried to stop him,

But he wanted to live in his whim.

I didn’t knew how to cheer our male dove,

And he resorted to stupid ways of expressing his love.

He would cut his veins for blood,

To write ten page letters, shining red as lava on flood.

We actually were worried,

Without any plans to be carried.

Suddenly the trends changed again,

And getting a sweet, caring boyfriend was in reign.

She dove came back fluttering and flapping,

Said sorry and that she was wrong in her doing.

But, Alas for the trends had shifted here too,

Getting a revenge on, traitor girlfriend was in hue.

Calmly our male dove showed his back,

Told her to stay away and right in her track.

Everyone thought it was right thing to do,

I only knew, they would pay for this too.

Such a love I had never seen since,

And both of them said, “Quits”, without even a wince!!!

I hate to tell what’s happening now,

But that’s how life is, you should know.

The girl gets married next week,

Forgetting, she ever loved a freak.

The boy does not care,

Says he is too busy in his fashion fair.

But I of all know the real situation,

Guy became model, yet single in condition.

Girl never made another boy-friend.

Her realization maybe, but this is how the story end.

Burning Memories

Oh!!! Why I remember it again???
The day, that gave only pain.
Those memories, I wish to forget.
Delete permanently, not to repent as a midget.

The day was bright and glad,
I had no reason to be sad.
Yet the evening was dipped in wine,
Sad tunes in air, as empty glasses gathered in line.

She wasn’t meant for me,
Nor, was she my cup of tea.
Yet I miss those deep brown eyes,
The way they tried, but couldn’t hide any lies.

I don’t really repent, nor am I sad.
Still something pricks and feels bad.
Why did she ask for a thing,
That no sane mind at that stage could spring.

She had her reasons, I had mine,
She must be asleep but I had wine.
She didn’t talk to me whole day,
And I didn’t bothered anyway.

But what happened at night,
Maybe that is when we chatted, out of all sight.
I think I missed her then,
And wanted to make up if I can.

But ego, drowned all desires,
Alcohol raged the burning fires.
Didn’t called her, knowing her expectations,
Gosh, I could tell her minds levitation.

Slowly and sadly the night passed away,
Bright morning, showed a promising day.
Entered the class in high spirits,
only to find her crying, in company of gits.

Her tears melted my heart away,
Wanted to say sorry, but my big fat ego came in the way.
Days, weeks, months and a year went by,
But our egos were too loyal to defy.

The college ended, and we partied like hell,
Don’t know of her, but I enjoyed well.
After all, who regrets 12 hours drenched in wine,
Served free, ain’t it better than just fine.

Don’t know what the DJ played,
With eyes on her, my heart sang and swayed.
She danced with every idiot on floor,
That poisonous sight, made me drink more.

Whatever, but 2 years have passed since,
All is lost, but our ego wins.
I want these memories to go and never return,
Yet they’ll be back to torment, until my heart starts to churn.

Count Dracula

Come let’s go far beyond the reach of sun,
Where no one dances and have fun.
I want to be alone with you,
Without, anyone having any clue.

A place where shadows rule,
Like a cave, dark and cool.
I want to make love on cue,
Suck the delicious blood in you.

You look one sexy chick,
Nice figure, veins bulging thick.
White skin, makes you look like us,
Beyond this night you would be out of all earthly fuss.

Together we would fly,
Scale all the night sky.
Together we’ll live for eternity,
Rule a special community.

Bats will be our bodyguards,
You need not fear any humane retards.
Come with me to “The Palace Hell..ucca”
You guessed right, I am Count Dracula.

Bus-Stop Angel

The day was bright,
Angels walked, without fright.
Dodging the traffic, I crossed the road,
Mind set on happy and gay mode.

Eyeing the God’s finer creations,
I admired each without discrimination.
Until eyes fell on this pretty venusian,
Dressed in ink, she was a true addiction.

Ogling I moved towards the stop,
Read the white words written on her top,
“No Staring”, written in bold,
Small words, “but keep watching” were in gold.

I watched every part and move of her,
Beauties like her, are literally rare.
Dark black hair, flowing till waist,
Chocolate lips, I wished so much to taste.

Smiling face, emitting rays as glows of days,
Perfect smile, attracting me in all ways.
Black eyes, dark as nights,
I wanted all her property rights.

I was still deciding on the pick-up line,
A flirt like me was also taking time.
What made me nervous?
Her charm or beauty, I was suspicious.

Just as I decided on a simple “hi”,
She turned to her friends and said “Goodbye”
Then came the big green D.T.C. Demon,
And I kept watching as it carried away the bus-stop angel.

Wars - A Perspective!

Fight and fright I see,

Men dueling on land, air and sea.

Wars are the ailment of humankind,

To be fought, without sane reasons behind.

Even before men learned to eat,

They mastered the art to kill, fight and cheat.

History speaks high of men who were brave,

Killed many, before going to grave.

Present is as dark as the past,

W.M.D.s created and stocked fast.

Men are still learning the art of construction,

Then why are they making the weapons of mass destruction???

God said :- “human mind is evil.”

I ask if so, why not worship the devil???

God didn’t set peace on earth,

Religious wars, Jihad and crusades!!! Are they worth???

God made the world, the universe,

Religion divided it, into zones as a curse.

Then men made territory,

Fighting for which was obligatory.

Countries formed, reformed, named and renamed,

But fight for the same remained.

Men is just another social animal,

& wars are the impact of this social sentinel.

Wars give out only one message, that’s hatred,

Why fight, when there’s so much love to be spread???

Bullets and Missiles don’t care of innocence,

So why pull the trigger??? Isn’t it a nuisance!!!

WIN and LOOSE...........

Stop the chandeliers,
Ban the jesters.
Stop the trumpets,
Ban the drummers.

Life is not a laugh,
You need to analyze the graph.
Pain and sorrow are on high,
I have every reason to sigh.

For as you know love is blind,
There’s no use of mind.
Even the smartasses go down this track,
Loose everything in one heart-crack.

If I fall, there’s no big deal,
Everyone goes through it, but many conceal.
Few have the guts to say it loud,
Of which only lucky few, get the love bowed.

I wasn’t that lucky, buddy,
I love her, she loves somebody.
Despaired, I signed an unread, unsaid deal,
As painful as coffin seal.

Now, I help her with her love letters,
She never asked me to, but does it maters.
Pain I feel deep somewhere,
But her chuckle instantly heals with care.

Those who laugh at me,
Don’t know, what its like in love to be.
Yes I help her, for I must,
As I want her to win, even if I lost.