Crap....

Words are empty,
Fables end as nasty.
Cruel is the world,
values only money and gold.

The values of character are forgotten,
no wonder every single soul is rotten.
To shape a character, needs trust,
and "trust no one" is the new thrust.

I wonder what will happen,
humans are slowly turning into demons.
Society is going down the drain,
evolving backwards, is it sane???

We work, we study, we sing and we dance,
but also, we cheat, we drug, and we murder in trance.
I wonder if the time has come?
This planet can't tolerate no more pun.

Where's the arc of Noah? I wonder!!
Let the floods, once again end this world.
Or is it going to be a complete end?
To wipe out all, and thus no arc is present.

A Boring Lecture!!!

Bored I am,
Enduring Lectures, insane.
Sleepy, I may not be,
But an early escape I can't see.


I wish to be gone,
Somewhere green and be alone.
My mind is not here,
unhinged i sit shear.


Someone blabbering i can hear,
Disturbing my peaceful moments of day and dream dear.
I am not a pro at multi-tasking,
can't stay in class as well as in dream smooth sun basking.


Ok, let's wake up then,
Just 70 mins of more pain.
Here I am again,
enduring the boredom of lecture same.

Twinkle Twinkle Redefined!!!!

Twinkle Twinkle little star,
How I hate what you are.

Up above the world so high,
While here on Earth, I sit and cry.

Johny Johny Redefined!!!!

Johny Johny!!
Yes papa,


Fucking Susan?
No papa!!!


Telling a lies?
No papa!!!


Open the doors...


Ah.... Ahhh.... mmmm... ummmm.... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!

Luck alone isn't enough!!!

Story of a boy,
Living in a city like Troy.
Ambitions and Dreams in his eyes,
With Fame and Money to rise.


With luck on his side,
he was destined to supersede.
Laziness was the only drawback,
that screwed his case bad.


He tried to work hard,
just couldn't make himself to start.
Bankrupt now he has gone,
with no source or stock of money that he owns.


Intelligent and agile, he was,
A thinker and inventor, no more.
Luck still stand on his side,
but without hard-work money is barely suffice.


A lesson he already knows,
but somehow couldn't get himself to follow.
He still strives and lives,
with same dreams and ambitions to prick.

Who and What am I???

Pensions from past,
are tensions of present.
Uncertainty of future,
haunts my sense.


Lowly is the crowd,
and lower is the cater.
Am I a Demon resurrection,
or seriously a God's incarnation.


Why I feel so hard to kneel,
my passions hold alleviated appeal.
Am I a fiction,
a fragment of someone's creation.


Hard it is to live,
with so many answers to give.
Yet i strive,
speeding my drive.


May the world be in mayhem,
may dragons attack and cram.


Let the worst of the worst,
fall on this wretched earth.
For i don't know, I am who?
& for that whom do I sue.

Scouting for Van Helsing!!!

Blood, Tears and Blades,
heavy hilts studded with Jades.
Bodies lying on floor,
Red splashed, walls and doors.


Beyond the room, a starry night.
Stone gargoyles soaring in sight.
Brutal howls and frightened shreaks,
Walking below a long black drape wearing freak.


Sword in hand,
he gave an undistinguished command.
All gargoyles disappeared in night,
and what I saw now, was a sheer fright.


Hundreds of Bats devouring few humans,
Blood splattered, floor burns.
Red over gray was the pattern,
High rise, stone mounted sat Satan.


Slow moving figure in black drape,
with contoured eerie shape.
Chill crept down my spine,
and fear gripped the emotional shrine.


Stooping low figure kissed a naked girl,
and a muffled scream escaped her.
Then was when lightning shone again,
and I glimpsed the face of terror's reign.


White as a chalk was the skin,
with elongated canines, guilty of cannibalistic sin.
Scared I was like an empty shell,
maybe I was viewing inside the window of Hell.


All hair erect to the end,
Shivering and quivering, that I couldn't fend.
Somehow I managed to utter,

"Mr. Helsing; count is here."