Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Akhil Bhadwal Aug 2015
Insincerity calls and asks for a favour
Fulfill the task and boodle will shower
Complete this work and I will feed
Thee with bad karma, destruction's seed

Wealth of rich, skin of poor
Take plenty without fear
Along with devastation, comes
A plenty of unfair, undeserving sums

Something you don't deserved
Won't be long reserved
How much dear you may want it
Alas! Sooner or later it will be parted

|AB|
Bribe is one of the most awful things that exist. Follows a a b b rhyme scheme.
Akhil Bhadwal Aug 2015
A very serious person he was
Until one day he realised how stupid it was
To be a person that
No one liked to see

Then he transformed himself into
Someone different so as to
Suit the desires of folk
And it made him happy

Not for long though he beared the alien skin
And soon realised that it was a sin
To be adored for being someone else
And so he became the same person again that he was

|AB|
Its better to be disliked for being yourself than to be adored for being someome else.Rhyme Scheme is a a b c.
Akhil Bhadwal Aug 2015
9 to 10, new among busy men
10 to 11, have a meet inside cabin
11 to 12, got working shelve
That's how it started

12 to 1, almost done
1 to 2, had lunch too
2 to 3, continue working spree
That's how it went

3 to 4, do work don't bore
4 to 5, its a busy life
5 to 6, soon  I'll be into this mix
That's how it end
1st job. New things, new environment  but old spirit. Just a routine. Follows no rhyme scheme.
Akhil Bhadwal Aug 2015
Do I tell you a secret
Lest you understand it for sure
My disliking of you is
An ailment without cure

Disclosing shared things
With intentions impure
I destroyed them right there
Now an ailment without cure

Ill deeds of thou
Filled my dislike store
And now it doesn't matters
This ailment without cure


|AB|
This is what it feels when someone takes your trust and kills it right in front of you. Blast them. Follows a b c b rhyme scheme.
Akhil Bhadwal Jul 2015
With manic laughter
He kills and slaughters
Reason, he doesn't need
Bloodthirst, is all he feeds

Raging, through the streets
Killing, whomever he meets
Inhumane, are his deeds
Merciless bloodthirst, he feeds

Once again the moon is covered with shade of blood
Now is his period, the one named Jason Mud
Again, he's out to ****
Quenching eternal bloodthirst, yes he will


|AB|
This prose follows the deeds of a fictional serial killer named "Jason Mud".  Whenever, there is a full moon, he's out to **** and gets his ***** job done. Follows a a b b rhyme scheme.
Next page