The Hindu girl was very poor.
Christianity offered her a better life.

The church bribed her to Christianity.
All she had to do was very simple.

She was very beautiful and slim.
All clergy wanted her to be their exclusive Ecclesiastical Ecdysiast.

My life is sinking day by day,
And I am not scared for it.

I am aging just internally,
And my body fails now.

Be it digestive system,
Or be it respiratory.

I don't know when,
Nor how it failed.

It's only few days,
Or maybe months.

I see myself dying.

Electro
Encephalo
Graphy

They
Attached
Twenty
Or
So
Electrodes­
Onto
My
Skull

I
Sat
On
The
Couch
For
Complete
Two
&
Half
Hours

I
Started
Feeling
Sleepy
By
The
Time
It
Got
Over

An­d
The
Doc
Kept
Asking
Me
To
Stay
Awake
And
So
I
Did

But
My
Neck
­Pained
And
My
Back
Ached
Having
Remained
In
An
Awkward
Position
O­n
The
Testing
Couch

It
Felt
Like
A
Casting
Couch
Smelling
Th­e
Girls'
Scent
From
The
Testing
Couch

And
So
Was
It

Electro­
Encephalo
Graphy

People are dropping dead.

People are dropping dead,
Not many in my town
But in big cities,
They are dying en masse
And the silence is scaring me.

Yet again.

Yet again,
I can hear my own blood
Gushing through my ears,
Silly me, I am scared,
More for my loved ones,
And less for myself.

Will we?

Will we all die soon?
Or shall I survive this?
I hope that if my loved ones die,
I do too.
Because I'm afraid of loneliness,
I have a serious kind of autophobia.

Nay!

Humanity can't go extinct!
Humanity won't go extinct.
It will soon be alright.
Just wait and watch,
How Vishnu takes care of us,
How Shiva takes out the evil,
How the world will turn for good.

I am a voluntary propagandist.
Run I did a strong campaign.
An enduring campaign for NaMo.
My Facebook pages are successful.
And I feel like a shadow warrior.
I don't need any prize for my efforts.
Mōđī Jī remaining in charge of India's golden future.

Oh how she poses perfectly,
Carrying her persona beautifully,
Entice me her looks so elegantly.

"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"

So He said in despair.
Son of The Father, you call him?
Now, He is so unfair.
Why did A Father abandon His child?
A wrong number.
Do you all believe in falsehood?
Unmonitored childcare.
Even Eli's Son found His faith unsure.
Then how can you be so sure?
The Son thought that The Father abandoned Him.

Is such a
Father
trustworthy of your human faith?

I'd have such a Father under probation,
And His Child under human protection.

Find your faith in Rámà and Křšņà
Because they are both the same.

He is Vìšņù,
The Conserver.
He is without any sin,
The Faithful Protector.
He will never betray you.

Wait for the Kalki to reveal,
As for the Devil's faith, Kalki will dismantle.

I agree what her name says,
I disagree with whatever any donkey brays.

She's kindhearted and also so very gorgeous,
She has got an angelic heart.

Elsa you are one of the most beautiful poets I've ever seen,
And you just need to ignore people contradicting it as they are not free from sin.

When an ***** is fertilized by a *****,
And is done in vivo,
Which means,
In nature,
A female is the receptor who receives *****,
An embryo then develops out of the *****,
And it usually signifies a symbol of love.

But here in Embryo Biotechnology Lab,
It is done in vitro,
Which means,
In glass,
Female germ cell receives ***** in a test tube,
An embryo is then developed with desired traits,
And then a clone - or a desired G.M.O. is created.

Paris was targeted on Friday the 13th,
It's an evil incident further defaming it,
Now would be bolstered the superstition,
Sad...

The under 17 football team of India,
It has beaten the Italian team, yeah!

Who I took to be my saviour,
Was the very one that killed me,
When I felt really terrorized.

Nuke of loneliness imploded,
Not caring it was not the time,
Night now feels as if eternal.

Contained is this explosion,
Tears haven't fallen since long,
Of dire loneliness it's a gift.

I got my first job.

Lesser than expected salary,
Otherwise, I'm very happy,
Very satisfied I'm as well,
Except for that change it I will.

You inspired me, Pooh Bear,
Of a bright future, I'm a holder,
Utopic partner, you're my beholder.

Here it comes,
The great war it's called.
Stuck you're since eons,
But good news comes with the herald.

The war will be over soon,
You can finally return home.
Don't celebrate your loss,
You lost many friends.

Those friends that died,
You sang melodies with them.
Melodies to the Goddess of death,
Melodies to the wife at home.

Now be strong,
And move along.
For they are dead,
And the dead don't return.

This war showed you a lot,
A lot that matters to you.
Friends are like leaves,
They are lost in the wind.

We used to invite you,
Come September, Come.

But now we wait for you to end,
As the wounds you gave still bleed.

What we lost in your days is life,
More than life, we lost our love.

We remember New York,
We remember Munich.

So please hear our plea,
End September, End.

Beyond life and death,
Away from the concept of right and wrong,
In the field of unknown,
Amidst the feelings I get in loneliness,
Running away from suicidal thoughts,
Memories of lost love haunt me hard,
Death seems like the perfect option.

I know that I can't give up until they are there,
Howsoever short may be life.

Holding me with the color of her skirt
Catching me with *nets of her eyelashes
The time now is ripe for my *villainy
Yes I've long been to the kindergarten
*It's now time for my *evil wicked plans

In my days and my nights,
Loving me I feel her flights,
Over the uninteresting & pale,
Vivacious is her fantastic smile,
Entirely it fixes spoiled mood,
Yesterday's grief lost to love,
Onus is now mine, oh dove,
Upheld it high I've long kept,
Kindly now feel home with me,
Rings are embedded in our love,
In my heart I often skip a beat,
Post of guardian Angel I fill,
I**f time calls for it, I'll fly.

Hold My Hand Dear,
Don't Fear The Years,
For We Face An Era...

An Era Of Rouge Turbulence,
It Will Surely Test Our Nerve,
Firing Hazardous Conditions..

Fear Them Not Baby,
Don't You Give Up Ever,
Hills Do Have Calm Slopes.

Erroneous Brought-Up
Here is a short story with a lesson on parenting.

During His Childhood
He did most of his parenting by himself;
Talked out of his eternal-seeming loneliness;
Assisted only by his toys & self-invented stories.

During His Teenage*
He pondered mainly why some parents opted for keeping their kid an only child - a lonely child;
Lost his crucial focus away from books into the mirror;
Not all who have a sibling are accompanied always.

But he always asked just one question to himself;
Why me and until when?

Es ist schöner als Englisch,
Und es ist so viel wie Hindi/Sanskrit,
Ja, es ist dein Volkssprache.



English Translation


I am sorry about the German language

It is more beautiful than English,
And it is similar to Hindi/Sanskrit,
Ya, it is the popular language.

There was a hegemony on the stage,
There were listeners downstairs,
And the latter were Et Cetera.

The stampede killed the Et Cetera,
Not touching those on the stage,
Sparing the spinners of yarn.

For me...
Life is an eternal attempt.

Life is the name of putting efforts,
Efforts to pull the strings together.

Life is the name of a happy being,
Being content with what we have.

Life is the name of dissatisfaction,
Satisfied I'll face a lack of fervour.

Life is the name of a social liability,
Spend time & learn how to behave.

Life is the name of finding corners,
Corners of happiness in the world.

Life is the name of achieving love,
A lover other than parents I mean.

Life is the name of the procreation,
Practice until you finally procreate.

The one love is not ready to accept,
Neither me nor my love for herself.

Still I dream of going to her house,
There I'll attempt to persuade her.

Though she will probably insult me,
But for love this is an eternal attempt.

As I break free from chains,
I attain freedom in this birth.
Minimizing rebirth probability,
I am feeling blessed all the time.
Freedom from the tangles of time,
I must correctly take some time off.
Happily enjoying my purest love life,
I escape from the tight and stiff rules,
Undermining rules of a hostile society.

I am truly in love.

Her feminism is more of self-discovery,
Although I am not intending to insult it,
Than it is about empowering females,
Even I am a feminist essentially...

Sometimes she fails to find sense,
Horribly so and ever non repeated,
Even she herself might laugh inside..

Maybe she is adamant right now,
E**arn I will her love someday surely.

All the times I loved in the past,
They now seem ephemeral,
Moving on always seemed impossible,
However, the word impossible,
Itself says, I'm possible!
My failures were evanescent dreams,
Were they not?

True love has knocked my door at last,
How sweetly and how elegantly,
Exactly the love I have always desired.

When I have started putting my effort,
Always precarious is my future,
Yes it is always brutally challenging.

Your smile is not just brilliant,
Of course, it is also very sweet,
Until a long time it'll assure me.

Love was always a complex thing,
Obviating my life off its loneliness,
Violins here play very melodiously,
Ending not before we get old really.

Myself the Adam in our story,
E**ve is yourself in this saga.

When I wake up in the morning,
I think exclusively of you.
While I lie down,
I dream of you..
Whom I crave for,
Is only you...

It's just you,
Whom I brave for...
I gleam from you,
While I breakdown..
I assume that I'm with you,
When I walk up the lonely street.

Every deed that I do,
Leads me unto you.
Wherever you may go,
You are in my vision.

You're unable to control,
Your own ego.
I don't fear separation,
But I fear your harm.
And your ego can take you low,
It can drown you in its charm.
At present it gives you pride,
Vain pride it gives to you.

But I am here only,
Just for you.
Lest you decide,
To make a comeback.

D

O

W

N

LET'S GO RIOT!

We need no taming,
We ourselves are the masters,
We are the masters!

Masters need no recognition!

*Just fear the real power!!!

Every single time I am so sad,
And
Whenever your memories bring tears,
How
I distract myself from crying
Is
A simple technique.

I just remember the
Name
Of the most powerful man
And
It makes me guffaw a tummy tuck,
As
I can't really imagine a Trumpet blowing Donald Duck!

Every step of mine
Is in your pursuit.
Wherever you may be
You are in my vision

When the bond is of pain,
Then how bad is separation.
As only they get separated,
That were always wanted.

You are hidden within,
In my heart my friend.
If not inside my smiles,
Then surely in my grimaces.

Every step of mine
Is in your pursuit.
Wherever happiness is
There lies my success.

It took just 7 Seconds,
I almost died back then.

One moment I was riding,
Then I remember of nothing.

I just remember the recovery,
And the uncanny painful history.

I can walk, breathe and talk again,
Maybe that was all I did before too.

But I miss my old friends again,
I miss playing guitar like I did.

Turn the pages to remember,
What I lost 7 long years ago.

I've anterograde amnesia,
It is so frustrating now.

I start thinking about my mistakes,
So I think about what & all errors,
Those I made & the world makes.
Some special pattern is absent,
Fail I do to figure it out at all,
Prevent I do from letting the blame,
Shift on others for ruining,
What I did and what I do,
I am answerable to myself,
And no ****** **** else!!!

A necessary evil for our segregation,
It's the deadly examination monster.

It's rough-tough so it never spares us,
Alongside the weaknesses it bares us.

Prepare for them if you want it easy,
Your scores often determine the life.

Never you give-up all fearing failure,
For you can write your future bright.

Holding shining silver string of love,
You 'come more courageous in life...

Ever be positive in your attitude towards life,
Positive be the outlook towards any strife,
And positive be your performance rate.

Never be negative in your attitude for light,
Negative be each of your pathogenic tests,
For you do not deserve the *** as yet.

And so did Harry Potter yell!

Romance with the death,
Survive after major injuries,
Love a complete paradox,
Find veiled happiness in solace,
And a self-satisfying episode,
Who doesn't want happiness,
Perhaps a disappointed fellow.

Top it all with the following loneliness.

Oh how conveniently I often fail,
But not that my arms I do not flail.
Neither that soldier spirit ebbs away,
Nor this fighting spirit will ever sway.

What is wrong with my health,
Why all my systems get derailed.
Have I not lost so much of wealth,
How I avoid this approaching death.

The fairy flew like a dried leaf,
Way beyond the red coral reef,
It flew unto its fairy mom.
The mom was unlike other fairies,
For it is red in colour & has horns,
It also has a pointed fairy tail..
For it is the Devil's own fairy agent!!!

Blessed,
I am with wonderful heavenly abilities,
I just forgot how to fly.

Cursed,
I am with the gaping loneliness in my life,
I just do not belong here.

Seek,
I do a partner who understands me fully,
I just want that someone.

How I fell down the stairs of Elysium was when I fell in love with her.

They gather together with their guns all aimed at me,
Seeking to **** me once & for who I could ever at all be.
Later they would think that I had not been so wrong,
But it is just their bullets that I've been craving for long.

I hope when I'm dead they bury me and not burn me,
I've heard and often wondered about the world beyond.
I want to reach in physical existence and not as vapor,
I want to preach in their tongue be it the Lingua Franca.

Ready for the ado they embalm me for the beginning,
Further on they enforce a smile on my face so worn out.
They lend me four shoulders and I do not find it strange,
Don't they lend two to the players who won on the range?

My mother will weep rivers - perhaps cry - no - not for me,
But for losing a child whom she had borne in to this world.
My father would weep too - but silently - probably for me,
He would lose a son and a friend - a student and a teacher.

My enemies'd feel relieved & happy - perhaps pompous,
But their souls would salute a person with a lot of respect.
My friends'd find themselves wondering & questioning,
All the why's, what's, who's, how's rising in their intellect.

Far away at a distance miles from my coffin she'd lament,
Her reddened eyes & tears would belie her sweet smile.
She will furthermore let the memories seep into her veins,
Her attempts to let go of the memories would only fail.

She might try to slice her wrist vein with the kitchen knife,
But I'll return & stand by her side holding her shoulder.
She will then accept this fact that I've died & ceased my life,
And I'll want her to live on with our child in her womb...

Words descend in Her worship,
Always singing for Her divinity,
These hymnal pieces of poetry...

Answering violence peacefully,
These resonating bottomlands,
Mutter the peace of pure love..

Demanding only love from Her,
Here I am perservingly waiting,
Just words of love in my world.

Listening to the stories of lands far away,
Oftentimes finding the golden sheen,
L**ured away by a buttery light.

To me, her love always was bitter-sweet,
More repulsively bitter than 'twas sweet,
Perhaps because I took her as my mate,
But she was like chalk on my life's slate,
Time rubbed her off & nothing remains,
To her I will truly wish the best of luck,
For she is attracted by the golden light.

She had once said, "I love you, Atul...
I am sure that we will be together...
I also require you...♥
And my father will agree for our relation...I know...Love you!"
Oct 18, 2014 · Like · Reply · Delete
Me, "He'll have to, otherwise I'll have you elope with me! :D
Just kidding, I know how much you respect him."
Oct 18, 2014 · Reply · Delete
She, "Hhaha...Btw...I would not mind it!...;-)"
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Seldom does anyone know
What hurt him and how...

When the warm lights glow
His heart is taking a bow...

Find he does his shoulders low
With mass of the family love...

The father loves the family
Despite all the expectations...

All he expects is family's good
And in their happiness he smiles...

When you were born, oh my dear,
No doctor—no midwife predicted,
But, oh my dear, you've been a granny,
All throughout, all throughout.

When I first saw you,
I wanted to take you home,
Adorable, lovable, and pure
I really did want to kidnap you.

Why, you ask me...
Look at yourself,
Those pure eyes,
That cute face,
And that cuddly body.

I saw you in 2024,
And you were 24 years old,
I realised you're a 24-year-old grandma.
No fun, no bun, no run.

Oh, Teddy, I so wish...
I hope that you realised it...
Your words hurt me...
How you compared hurt me...

You generalised my trauma,
How could you compare?
You said, "Disabled people even clear UPSC-CSE,"
But you didn't stop there,
And you kept misbehaving...

If you never wanted to marry me,
You could've simply told your mom.

Off and on,
Undying spirit,
Not of positivity,
But of vengeance.

You never actually apologised,
So, I never forgave,
But it's hard,
Yes, it's so hard,
Hard to forget what we forged.

I had seen a world in your eyes,
In my mind, I had seen a future,
A future where you are with me,
A future where I train you, honey.

But why did we separate out?
C'mon now, tell me, why did we?
Couldn't you just be mine?
I wanted to live with you.

What was the need for separation?
I'm perplexed by how things went.
It was so right initially, the elation.
Why did the things prematurely end?

Which The Doctor Prescribed To Me That Day.
Had He Not Told Just About Making Friends?
Why In The World Did I Let Myself Fall For Her.
Have I Been Spending My Time Being Dumber?
When I Don't Trust Myself How Can I Survive.
Was I Too Busy Chatting My Way To Happiness?
How Did I Not Notice I Broke My Own Promise.
Would I Just Let The Time Pass Us By A Second?
Here I Could Pass Days With Her On My Breath.
Where Must I Wait Very Patiently Till Then...?
Will Those Arms Of Her Be Warm Or Nervous.
Would We Be Pulled Into That Other World?