Why is that a shabby room feels warm?
the light is dim, the bed is grim,
still a pleasant company of the swarm.

The luxurious suites miserably fail,
the floor is cold, soul long sold,
and not a single tale to tell...

Hey, watch out!
will you mind your steps?
You are walking all over,
on the evidence and suspects.

Not that I am adamant
to frame a snob like you,
but, if it helps,
I won't miss to cut off few.

You surely are innocent,
who the hell am I to blame,
but I am sick of you, baby
No more victim of your shame.....

I have walked these streets, marked these trails
rode through the jungle a hundred times.
Never bothered to stop and pry into
the privacy of the lamppost,
stole the dews on the petals,
or eyed upon a tree to climb.

I walked the same path again,
fingers crossed, this time not alone,
for she was walking with me.
It was a strange feeling
like our footsteps played piano,
and the asphalt wrote the song...

I have seen countless suns, falling down.
Never felt like capturing one of them.
With her, it's whole another tale,
watching the sun kissing the earth
at the end of the avenue,
right from then, I was never the same.

I felt like my senses have woken up,
rejuvenated, after years of deep sleep
the petals winked at me,
the streetlamps burnt brighter.
And the trees seemed concerned,
telling me only to make promises, I can keep.

I, all these years thought the road was too long.
Now, I know it was the drag that kept off pace
With her, the route is all new,
No more the pinches of anxiety,
nor any shoves of meaninglessness,
I wish to tell her "In you, I have found my place."

Covered in the manure of expectations,
chained in the shackles of social approval,
I lost my identity long ago.

And every moment,
I had been so ******* myself,
to stand justified rightly among others.

Life has been nothing but an unbalanced equation,
I failed inevitably to find the correct coefficients.

Treated me like a beast in a cage, so tamed,
valued my happiness on the wage I gained.
Forgot the gems that I had inside me, sustained.

But this was not my fault, I swear,
it was you who maneuvered the spear.
to lock my dreams, for they were surreal.

Your lessons of life are dead, as you are
They are nothing but brutality above par,
Now I realize it, late, let it be
I won’t be your puppet anymore,
like you found in me.

The fire inside me has not extinguished so far,
I am writing my own terms with your tar.
My rules will bloom like the nightshade,
amidst your darkness, it won’t fade.

I won’t stand latent tortures of yours,
Clarity and freedom, my source,
Enriched with hopes and dreams, of course.

While you go
and find your next prey,
I am here
with a challenge for you…
When you will capture one
I will free two….

"Messed up I am," you say,
pointing out my rugged clothes and untidy hair.

"Careless", I am tagged,
for the craps, I don't care.

But, let's stop and analyze for a while.

When I walk calm and composed,
feeling the air,
you run and chase, unsatisfied,
filled with despair.

I say I feel it, I like it, I love this.
You say,
you have no time for all these.

I tap my feet,
on the beat, we hear,
And watch you if you would,
switch to that gear.

Coz, you are the one
with the dance medal.
And now you don't try,
not even a push on the pedal.

Now, you say who is messed up?
You or me?
Though your suit is great,
and your hair neatly done,
you have no peace,
inside you burn.

You run a track,
leading to illusion,
and all you have is
a big pile of confusion.

All I say is live the moments in your time,
And seek your peace, your love sublime.

I can feel it.
see it, believe it...
Yes, I can.

The kindle of destruction...
Oh man, this is good...
Yes, this is lively
Enjoying this canopy of death…

"Death? Enjoying? Are you crazy?"

No, I am not.In fact, if the truth has
to be TOLD,
I haven’t been wiser,
seeing this brutal massacre.
I would have given the best I have...

But today…
But today as life is on a rampage...
I can feel the thrill...
The goosebumps aren’t lying.

And the only price I paid,
for this One-time annihilation… is in time.

The time has finally turned its face,
The destruction is good,
because it has destroyed the hypocrite I was,
the shallow faith I had…

I am astounded by the canopy of death,
for I can see the death of waste
that I was.
These selfish beliefs have haunted me my entire life.
and they are dead.

The dance around the fire,
that is being fueled by my racist ideas,
my sexist prose,
my fascist poems,
is exhilarating…
feel the pace of me breathing…



I have a beginning planned,
a path well lit.
and goals strong fitted,
with thoughts, properly ventilated…
I wish to live life for its beauty...

I will start in that way,
where the concern is my tool...
and the concern well accompanied by positivity...

I dare now to stand for the human race...
attempt to expel the pessimistic radicalism,
deep-rooted…
and preach happiness…

And when I walk that road,
with love in my heart and song on my lips.,
I hope to find you there,
ready to be my partner,
sharing the dream of a better world,
because I am a believer.

And just to simmer the smell of ashes of failed me, let's refract.

Howdy mate, you got some time?
I will buy you a drink,
90ml neat,
if you be a lamb, old sports,
and lend me your company prime.

You see, I am dazed,
awfully blazed,
stunned to the core
the things you will lore
makes me want to tear this heart,
and pull the strings apart.

Don’t you judge so soon,
for I have the calmness of the moon,
but you know the whole story,
how moon survives on star’s glory,
and  the cosmos has been rude,
and I don’t mean to be a *****.

For it gave me my sunshine
so gorgeous, pristinely divine.
But feels like entoiled by the fate,
oh, how badly I hate
this bafflement, I have conceived,
unable to let go things I have perceived.

Doesn’t that make a demon out of my soul
unwilling to let go the stigmas
and let love be my destiny,
my gift and my goal.

Wait, don’t leave, please stay
the refill in on its way,
Will you speak, if you wish,
say words I am craving for,
that will strangle my dilemma
and all my pain will perish.

ummmm…
you are a colossal idiot…..

yes, not to miss a whiner, so profound
stuck in someone’s past,
who is gonna make you feel warm,
and hold you till the time unbound.

I spit on your coffin,
if you could ever afford one
for doubting her sanctity,
you pathetic hypocrite *****.

Yes, the left behind in the past
and there is so much to hide, in fact,
she opened herself to you,
coz she had her integrity intact.

She could have had with you her way,
and left you in utter dismay,
but she chose not to sting
coz that is not her thing.

You don’t yet understand her, do you?
Else, you won’t be in this lousy place
in a tuxedo that you rented
talking to a stranger, seeking solace.

Don’t get cold feet, have some pride,
Don’t you dare let her slide,
coz I have a woman, to whom I surrendered
and life has been one dreamy ride.

Now, here she comes,
cradled in her fur
I am so sure about her,
you too don’t be a blur.

Do the right thing,
I hope you will,
the *** is gone
and here comes the bill.