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.