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.