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.