Break Free.

Feeling gloomy won't get you awards;

Feeling sad won't get you prizes;

Being vain has absolutely no rewards

Failure is Ominous; it'll come in all sizes.



Striving forward, you have to forget

All that shit in the past, everything you haven't done,

All those blames, those faults, those errors,

Gather everything together now, think as One.



Get fired up, get inspired;

Go crazy, go hay-wire,

Look for role-models, people you admire

Have that urge in you, get that desire.



Push forward! Those obstacles

Aren't enough for you to go down;

Break those chains of guilt, shatter those manacles;

Finally, you WILL do it, and how!

That Evening Sky.

The sun was shining in the vespertine sky,
Fading away with gentle an evanescence,
With a placid flow  and a smooth zephyr
Caressing my skin, my haptic senses.

 
Oh, the skies, that striking blue display!
Festooned with bodies of cotton,
Flowing high o'er vales and hills,
Purifying my heart from the very bottom!

 
And Oh, the desperation!
Of that red devil,
Trying to boast his best illumination,
Over joyed I was, so much, yet so little.

 
That was the moment, the second that time,
I wanted everything, still, over 'ere;
My gripes were to the Omni-present;
"Let this place be, tranquil, O great Seer!"

 
And out came the reply, right from the heavens,
"Let this be a lesson, for you to learn;
That all in life is not hunky-dory,
You need to fall, You have to burn.

 
"But when you lose all that cheer,
And you feel all you've done is in vain,
Remember always that I'm here;
And I'll give you such a wondrous sky again.

You can, you can, you can.

Can I do this?

Yes you can, give it all you've got

I'm afraid I'll get a mini-paralysis

Try once if you will, strike that Iron, pierce that dot.

 

Can I do THIS?

Yes you can, it's not that grim

What if I do it, and have a miss?

I know you've got this; I have a whim.

 

CAN I do this?

Yes you can, oh! Yes you can,

Maybe I can, If I Have some assists;

No I won't do this, do it yourself, be a man!

 

I can do this!

Yes you can, you have it in you;

I will do this; I WILL do this;

Have a focused mind, and then the world you can view.

 

I did it, I did!

YES!! I'm happy for you!

Oh you actually believed in me; you didn't kid!

That's because I love you, and that's what loved ones do.

Heartbreak.

There he was, just standing there,
Looking at her, just looking,
His dizziness growing, her flashing smile bare,
Laughing with her, just laughing.


There he was, just dazed,
Dreaming about her, just dreaming,
It was her straightforwardness that left him amazed,
His heart was singing for her, just singing.


There he was, just ecstatic,
she accepted him, oh yes she did!
He was frozen in time, just static,
He couldn't believe she didn't kid!



There he was, just confused,
Why is she so distant?
He couldn't believe at what she, at him, accused;
His confusion remained constant.


There he was, just half-dead,
She didn't dump him, he was virtually killed.
For countless days he wasn't out of bed,
With anger and self-pity was he filled.


There he was, just recovering,
When he found her with someone,
The anguish was over-whelming,
He had lost, the other side had won.

Discrimination.

We call ourselves "the united yet diverse."

Well, that's not true, that's yet another verse.

I'm not making this up, I HAVE experienced this.

 

Just because I'm fair, doesn't mean that I'm foreign.

Heck! If that was true, half of all Indians would be foreign.

I try taking this all lightly:

"Haha, that's funny! But I'm not British"

You don't get it do you, you just go on and on.

 

Well, fairness is not the only one on my list.

My English is good, why the hell you make fun of that?

Wow, I receive banterings and insults, instead of pats

It's not my fault, dammit! My English is not bad!

 

Well, all this got me thinkin'

And one thing is to be followed,

Ya can't stop 'em, you can just ignore.

I try sometimes, but sometimes it's too much.

Just gimme a break dammit! Cut all this crap!

Walls.

Ripping my hair out, my screams are unheard.

I am in jail. I am a gaol-bird.

What's going to happen to me?

They are on a killing-spree.



Why?  Why do you do this to me?

You have blinded my eyes; I cannot see.

I am naked, clothless; stripped bare.

It's laughable to think someone DOES care.



Who? who are you?

What do you want?

Please, just give me a clue;

I can't bear all this; I just can't.



All this time; I was waiting for that savior;

Now I realize there is no angel;

I have to escape; I have to get out of here.

I have to bang the doors; I have to ring the bell.



Oh! It's beautiful; the divine taste of freedom;

It might be a deception, but it still feels good.

I am free, I am revived.

I am alive, I am alive.





I do not know who or what this song means literally. Feel free to guess.

Funny got ANOTHER new name.

Oh.My.God.
Another (hilarious) attempt at a love poem: http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator_1.htm


This night I shall dream of your bedazzling Magenta hair and Okapi-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous Gluteus Maximus-music,
I long to sip from your Tigermelonful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged Bitter gourd of Purpleness -- skimming vast continents of pubic hairs and Orangutans.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our Water melons.
Brilliant as screaming Guns, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated Baboons and tender Rosehearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our schreeching love chimes from our calfs.
I press the goonda that you wear around your neck against my pubic hair-muffin so that our Tigermelons melt into one.
You will always be my little Dhudheri lal-cakes face, the Okapi of my own screaming eye of love.

I are a dog.

You expect me to write 99 sums a day,

Not a moments break do you let me lay,

I'm sitting over here, with a silent pray,

I are just a dog, ain't I?

 

Its not like I have anything else to do, right?

 Just study Botany, Chemistry, or the Theories of Light,

I try to cope up, with all my might,

I are just a dog, ain't I?

 

"I'm worried about your future" to me you tell,

But that doesn't mean you can make this year hell,

 I have to study and lock myself in a shell,

I are just a dog, ain't I?

 

Who Am I kiddin', Im not a dog,

Dogs, don't sit for hours like logs,

Dog's aren't engines with over-worked cogs,

I aren't a dog, I are a machine with a clog.

Mick,The Clown

I was walking down a road,feeling sick;

Then I met a man named Mick;

When asked, he told his surname was Hick,

And his age was twenty-six.

I asked him,"What are you doing in town?"

He replied, saying that he was a clown,

I looked at him with a slight frown,

"You dont look like one,I bet a Pound."

He asked me what was my illness,

I said it was a sudden chillness,

I caught wandering in the wilderness,

And  I was fraught with helplessness.

He looked at me and said this:

"Listen to me,don't scowl and hiss,"

"Go to the public and take a piss,"

"The illness will go and you will be in bliss."

 

Surprised, I exclaimed: "Are you mad?"

And pat came the reply: "yes, a tad!"

I was shocked, at the nerve he had,

But I went on, a smarter lad.

It's time to fight back.

Mother Earth says,


Life has made me row a boat,
Life has made me a scapegoat,
Life has destroyed all my roads,
It's time to fight back,It's time to fight back.

Life has come and gone,leaving me dead;
Made me sleep in my bed,
But now I know in my heart of lead,
That It's time to fight back,It's time to fight back.

Gone were the days of love,in yonder,

"Now what's left " I wonder,

People tired,who sit and ponder,

It's time to fight back,It's time to fight back.

So many bullets,guns and fire,

People burnt in funeral pyres, 

Thieves,gangsters, terrorists and liars,

It's time to fight back,It's time to fight back.

PS:just a random poem composed about a month ago.