1.
I successfully survived the accident,
Thanks to my good Karma in this life
Not in a previous one.

2.
In '09-10, I volunteered for the society,
Educating underprivileged kids and
Their parents too.

3.
Now I'm a successful professional,
Thanks to equitable opportunities
Available in Bháràŧà.

4.
I may have lost my golden years,
But I am in no way literally lost
In the competition.

5.
That accident triggered a cascade,
A chain of unfavourable events
In my family.

6.
My mother lost her knee caps,
Due to her efforts to bring me back
And long standing hours for that.

7.
My father broke his acetabulum,
When trying to save me from falling
While he retrained me.

8.
But I'm thankful to Bhàgàwán,
That both of them are alive
And I'm finally successful.

9.
I don't resent my destiny,
For costing me more than
A complete decade.

10.
My ordeal began on May 7, 2010,
When I landed inside the hospital
On my potential deathbed.

11.
But I knew that I must survive,
For my sentence is not yet over
Here on this planet.

12.
My spirit didn't depart that day,
Although I lost years & friends
Due to the accident.

13.
I didn't fall from Grace of the Lord,
Instead I was sent back with a mission
Amidst the humans.

14.
To teach the lesson of love,
Not through conversion
Or bloodshed.

15.
But through the words of wisdom,
Consideration, love, truth
And experience.

16.
Through these poems of decency,
Rhyme, structure, rhythm
And magic.

17.
The magic is love,
The structure is evident
And the rhythm is so divine.

18.
My parents smiling is my success,
The golden sheen of future
Is my redemption.

19.
In the end,
I speak to you, O Gauri,
You do realise that you're my future.

20.
To you I have promised,
The intensity and the
Love you deserve.

21.
Not short of words ever,
Not because of vocabulary
But because of my passion.

22.
The passion for my life,
The passion for my love
And my love is you.

23.
Never forget what you want,
I'm solely yours, darling,
Yes, you want me.

1971, they lost East Pakistan,
And Bangladesh was carved.
1972, they conspired terror,
By promising 72 in Jannat.
2024, the fools still believe,
Not just in violence but also in the 72.
****** Nymphs wreak havoc in their minds.

Spreading his Chiropteran wings,
It's actually Satan laughing.
The fools want the world to convert,
Convert to the religion peace at what cost?
They wield their swords and Kalashnikovs,
******, killing, converting, decapitating at will.
They think that they will get virgins in afterlife.

What's described in their scriptures?
72 bathykolpian blue-eyed virgins.
Infinite stamina and limitless wine,
With those 72 eternally ****** Nymphs.
This crude carnal desire motivating,
The ******* to commit more bloodshed.
They rally our daughters, sisters, and mothers.

Like what — they rally them as trophy wives,
Or better if stripped **** and humbled.
They **** our brothers in an exemplary manner,
Decapitating, dismembering, and insulting.
What sort of faith do they follow?
They follow the words of a mad man,
A mad man who claimed to know God.

But actually they follow a barmy man,
A man who lost his mind to the heat,
The Arabic heat with nothing to eat.
No water to drink and it caused him to break,
He was not a sensible man,
About the 2 billion followers?
They're victims of sunstroke too.

We need to strip **** their carnal faith,
Strip them of their human rights,
As they are no humans.
Humans don't behave like jackals,
They follow the religion of the Devil,
But they have the support of bigots,
Bigots who ignore our fallen angels.

Our girls and young women they don't spare,
Why then about theirs should we even care?
Use pliers and plass, pull their nails out,
Send them to their perverted Jannat.
Let the terrorists die of pain,
What will we gain?
Some centuries of actual peace.

Enter 2014, the jungle became a democracy,
And elections were held.
The lion won and became the king,
And the opposition were decimated.
A similar thing happened 5 years later,
And the hyenas all united beyond factions.

2024, the elections were held yet again,
The earlier king got lesser votes.
But the lion was chosen the king anyway,
Still, the hyenas behaved as if they won.
The prince of hyenas, 53 years of age,
Claimed a moral victory and they celebrated.

It's like the silver medalist celebrating,
And their minions are to blame.
We voted without thinking,
And they capitalised the game.
Everything they did to build the jungle,
Into a paradise went down the drain.

Je t'aime ma chère,
Et j'ai besoin de savoir comment vas-tu ?

Tu me manques, ma belle,
Et je veux ta compagnie.

Pas seulement pour quelques années,
Mais pour toute une vie.

Ta vie est la mienne,
Et ma vie est à toi.

Arrête d'être si égoïste,
Laisse-moi être à toi pour toujours.

Je vous promets que je ne vous découragerai jamais,
Et je ne limiterai pas ta vie.

Je ne suis pas si vieux,
Pourquoi te sens-tu déconnecté ?


How are you?

I love you, my darling,
And I need to know how are you?

I miss you baby,
And I want your company.

Not just for a few years,
But for a lifetime.

Your life is mine,
And my life is yours.

Stop being so egoistic,
Let me be forever yours.

I promise that you I'll never discourage,
And your life I'll never restrict.

I'm not that old,
Why do you feel disconnected?

And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake me up in the middle of the night,
Just to hear them say,
"You can't do it throughout your life — yeah!"

But I've done it,
Yes, I've done it in time,
Life gave me lime,
I made a brine.

Now I'll add my favourite flavours,
Serve a lemonade to my critics,
I'll smile as they'll only admire me,
I'll stick to my roots and credit my parents.

But I'll not let success get onto my nerves,
My responses I'll keep terse,
Lengthier will be the poems,
Elaborate my every verse.

Some people get jealous,
A few people feel,
Others feel,
Positive.

People are not nice,
They can dishearten you,
But don't be like mice.

Let me tell you a story,
My story of victory,
It's after the accident.

When I was in the ICU,
Thought I won't be consequential,
But I disappointed them.

This young man is alive,
An ex-SBI PO, now a DRAAO,
Oh I worked hard for it.

Did not I, oh life,
I don't play the fife,
You know, right?

Now I talk to you,
Yes, you, the dejected one,
Now I ask you this:

Being a survivor,
If I can be successful,
Why cannot you?