I moved on forever,
Though I feel guilty,
I still should get over,
Try did I so to hold on,
Never worrying about my utility,
But now realise the damage,
I just feel so guilty.

The only constant in my life is love,
Time brings changes in my behavior,
Takes flight my heart housed dove.

The sole truth in my life now is her,
Time only restricts us in miles apart,
Takes us higher the love generator.

The hurdles are many more here,
Time only leaps to overcome them,
Takes us beyond them to the light.

I love these aircrafts rambling overhead,
Fighter jets they practise for the J-day,
But the judgement day never comes,
And forever its threat looms here,
Scaring all the civilians to ****,
Just constipating our minds,
In the lovely ugly paradox.

I don't see the reason anymore,
Not in myself or in my family.
I don't find any interest there anymore,
Not in books or in my girlfriend.
I don't see that flare anymore,
Not in her or even in myself.

I don't want to argue anymore,
Not in myself or even with her.
I don't feel like being with her anymore,
Not in reality or in my dreams.
I don't want to kiss her any more,
Not in the kisser or in the cave.

I don't want to contemplate any further,
I want a break-up & that's it!!!

I am a very old man
Living inside a plan
Of that great Creator
To create immortals
But I live in a body
That is very young
And very enthused

Corona made people Jäïn,
People are turning vegetarian.

Stock markets made us Đïgämbär Jäïn,
Now we're pauper & don't have any clothes.

Đïgämbär Jäïn don't wear any clothes,
They stay **** as a part of their penance.

Es donde todos los barcos vienen a fallecer!

Esta costa inspirado a Piratas del Caribe.

Y el Capitán Jack Sparrow!

Y este es mi primer poema Español.


Coast of Death
That is where all the ships come to perish!

This coast inspired Pirates of the Carribean.

And Captain Jack Sparrow!

And this is my first Spanish poem.

We count cells by manual methods,
Using the counting chamber,
Plating & colony forming unit count.

We let them be counted automatedly,
Using electrical resistance,
Flow cytometry & image analysis.

Then there is this indirect method too,
Using spectrophotometry we count,
Or even by the impedance microbiology.

Try to count her blessings in your life and even your hair strands will be so few,
Just accept me as a worldly avatar of hers and each moment will only be so new.

You will end up with someone disappointed in you,
Your moments of happiness will end up in blue.

Ditching me you are not going to be happy ever,
If I weep off my nights alone then you won't be happy either.

I manifest the human form,
Born in India - a colourful land,
Knew I not that this cradle will hurt,
Flying in my eyes not just sand,
But such an extreme storm.

****

I had some dreams as a boy,
They were put into a young heart,
My mom wanted my royal wedding,
I dreamt that my heart is treated,
Never did I dream as a toy.

****

But alas! This heart was a child's toy.
It's doomed to be broken - shattered.
Love is supposedly a melodious lyre.
It's fragrant in stories & even poems.
All that can be arranged is this pyre.
My life's fairly disheveled - scattered.
But in the end, I remained just a boy.

Those angel faces,
Seem so distant,
Me, my loneliness amazes.

My helmet was seared then,
But I guess that protected me.
I got hit on the left cheek-bone,
By some metallic stick-like object.
The onlookers froze on their vehicles,
Nobody could slow it down to 6000 fps.
They saw him collide turning to his right,
And I was the colliding object unfortunately.
All of it blurred, froze and blacked out for me,
Then I don't remember any pain which I suffered.
But my cranium is of diamond probably for itself,
Because someone special was written in my destiny.

This heart will now crave,
For the love which nobody gave,
I'm feelin' like a dead man in a grave.

I carry singly my lonely zeal,
Now this heart won't soon heal,
Except heartbreak nothing's real.

This heart has suffered a wound,
Feels like its clock has unwound,
A baby deep inside wails around.

I'm just a guy really crazy for losing!
There're so many things I want to lose.
I'm just also the guy crazy for earning!
There're as many things I want to earn.

A barrage of your tears in happiness,
A night's tight time with you my dear,
A dream of a golden future for reality,
A tight situation's hug for the loved one,
A carriage of fresh tulips for my lover,
A bed of clouds for our very first night,
A bouquet full of all live coloured roses,
A hard-earned yes as she made it hard,
A marriage full of tradition and rituals,
A honeymoon at the place of her choice,
A cool place with my hand on her waist,
A nice restaurant full of relaxing aroma,
A menu card of sweet dishes of her taste,
A tear-jerking first night after marriage,
A careful & easy nine months pregnancy,
A super-cute baby spreading cheer in life,
A more cheerful time as the baby grows,
A cuter kid with happy mischievous looks,
A safer childhood for the first kid till three,
A second child only after the first child sees school,
A happier life than both of us had as kids.

Cricket was started by the English,
They have a lot of spare money,
Too much more spare time,
But India has to work,
And cricket is the deterrent,
It restricts our national growth,
A trace of occupation by the English.

I got hurt by an arrow,
And the sky is crimson.

It turns crimson in my blues,
And the redness of my blood.

I wanted to serve the people,
Because I am the Robin Hood.

Crispy vegetables you belong to Me,
Deliciously Healthy,
Nutritiously Yummy,
Be my children's Mummy!

She is a real crooked girl with me,
I love her for what she does to me,
Whenever she cooks a mischief,
There's a naughty look on her face,
I want to grasp her in my embrace,
Of her cuteness I am a big fan,
The love we share is eternal.

When I am all so alone
Alienated in this cruel world
And I am unable to withstand its tests,
I'm fretting my nightmares
For they scare me to hell of sorts
And I am unable to find quantum of solace,
I fear that I will die in the cradle of loneliness...

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My love, this love for you in my heart,
It is the real truth of my life.
Whatever may come in this way or ours,
You must become my wife.
Our religions may just be poles apart,
But our hearts play the romantic fife.

Always remember it 10.5.14.9.6.1, 9 12.15.22.5 25.15.21.

There blew winds of change,
Immoral they made me forget,
Forget the pure form of love.

Entwined around this heart,
The dreadful poisonous creeper,
How they **** all life inside.

Perhaps you misunderstood,
Blaming someone else I am not,
Because I was the gardener.

Don't torture me like this, oh my life,
Have mercy on my crumbling stature,
The towering height has now bent,
More than a lot it has dwarfed me,
I have gotten dizzy on the descent,
The load of expectations defeated me,
Don't you remember these hands,
Tinier they had been so cute,
Oh mother, oh father, oh,
Oh, I am so tired now,
Hold me in your arms,
Lest I fall into the oblivion.

Warning: This is not a nursery rhyme for the fainthearted.

The promise lit by life,
Was actually lit by your lies.
Owwwww!
My forehead is mine I am made to realize,
Realization comes painfully when I bang the wall.
Sssssssssss!
****** I am hurting myself but that's all,
Never stupidly brave enough to actually finish it.
FREE ME!
I request that entity to let me live my life,
Cursed wasn't how I wanted to survive.
Ouch!!
The misgivings are just that bit too much,
As though a beehive fell on my head as much.
BANG-BANG-BANG!!!
I bang my head to the tune which I play,
And I am unable to bang it on a wall.
Peace is what I get finally
Cursed is how I live my life every day,
Talking to walls like concentrated prisoners.
I dare you to swap it with me!
Yes! Swap your life with me right now,
If you can't walk with me for the mile.
Whispers
The mile I dreamt with you,
The smile you promised,
The mile of my life.

Forget about it

I'm just joking about the swap,
I'm no Devil,
You can't live how I live because,
It's my life,
And I'm happy with as much I got,
I've to breath alone,
There must be some serious curse on me,
I accept that curse.
Loving people and then losing them is a ritual,
I must live alone like a hermit.
But you can live on talking only with the darker,
Idol-worshiping him only.
Enjoy with his pictorial representations & idols,
Only one darker idol can you find.
This is why I averse myself from idol-worshiping,
Because it destroys relations.
I lost not only my telephonic-best friend,
But also my real life best friends started avoiding me.
Not an idol-worshiper is a blasphemous term,
In her religion, in Hinduism.
It destroys relations if you start loving your idols,
And if you even start living like your idols.
You never did quite understand what Ishwar/Bhagwan/Rabb/God actually meant.

All the best with your Kanhaiya,
I wish you all the happiness,
And hope that He gives you what I couldn't,
Let your imagination work wonders for you.

Cute
You're
Naïve,
Bubbly,
Innocent,
&
Vulnerable.

I often think that
I should not love you.

;)

But what to do,
Just like you-you-you,
I have a vulnerable heart too,
More than what we think it loves you.

My daddy is just so very cool,
He inspires me to be cool too,
I'll be a cooler dad than him...

He's such a sweet-sweetheart,
I was pampered & I am loved,
My daddy has the best effect..

I have the same loving genes,
My daddy is just so very cute,
He'll always be adored by me.

For you,
From my terrace garden,
I bring a bouquet.

Of daffodils,
And
Of daisies.

The English Miss,
She was teaching tenses,
And suddenly my benchpartner,
He stood up and went out of the door!

"Such a daring darling!"
She exclaimed while looking at the door,
She made no attempts to prevent him,
"Was getting bored & walked away!"

I shook my head in negation,
Clicked my tongue crisply,
And I had her attention,
So I added jeeringly...

*"Miss English -,"
"- He did not get bored,"
"He wasn't even listening!"
"He was just sleepwalking!"

Even the second one I shall give to you,
Whether to kindle it or to break it,
It depends entirely on you.

In your age, my child,
Even I told the cutest of lies.
Such an imaginative kid I was,
I realize that it has been my forte.

One day, I stood on the balcony,
It was 1993 and I was so young.
I was not even 3 years of age,
I urinated there in the balcony!

My mother remembers it sharply,
She always tells me elaborately.
She was there as dad scolded badly,
"Why did you *** in the balcony?"

I was so young,
But not at all naïve.
I was artless,
But also naughty.

I live inside a research campus,
National Dairy Research Institute.
And here has been a cattle yard,
My father had shown me the cows.

So whatever came to my mind,
I just denied having peed there.
"I haven't peed here, daddy,"
"Who peed then?"

I said, "A cow did that, daddy,"
And I blamed a cow for my doing!
"How did it get here, did it fly?"
My dad asked the toddler I was.

I just nodded my head,
My father was amazed.
He looked surprised,
And my mother just laughed.

She said,
*"Darling, I love your sweet little lies!"

Who you look for in the mirror,
One you hope for after dinner,
Who you just wish was near,
One you desire was closer,
And you will go higher,
One you can take farther,
Who you wannabe together,
One you want to marry for real,
Who you make kids with in future.

Darling, will you love me?
And only me?
But negative you stand,
You talk about being in the society,
But I know the society's real face,
Calling them brothers they turn fake,
And symbolic literary kisses turn into 'Who are you?'.

Their fake faces are visible to me,
Why do you knowingly ignore that?

You are not fake like them,
You are faithful to yourself,
Or are you like them, dear?

Day & night,
I'm enticed by you.

Day & night,
I'm lost in your thoughts.

Why are you so beautiful,
Oh, plain mirror?

This eerie silence make me hear tinnitus,
My own brain buzzes noisily as always...

The saddening grief & the aggrieved sad,
Both terms are mine and am myself so..

There beats a heart of mine in her chest,
Seated in her ribcage between the *******.

I might be able to smile someday again,
And the smile be creditable to satisfaction..

The silence scares me & is so deafening,
Beeps continuously the tinnitus within...

Though I am not related to you,
Hardly ever I felt this in your warmth,
Actually your care is so fatherly,
Not once did I feel unhandy with you,
Kindness is imbued in your nature.

You never lost your cool, and,
Organized weekly lab meetings,
Understanding all the workers.

Docile I had been so much,
Ready me for thesis you did.

Most kind of all my teachers,
On advising and enlightening,
Homely atmosphere you provide,
Always there holding your cool,
Not failing to lift our spirits,
Thinking about you I am,
Y**our wisdom is full of light.

Troubleshooter she is,
How convenient it was,
And now I end my M.Tech,
No one else could help,
Kindest person she is.

Yes you were strict,
Oh and so cool too,
Understanding me.

Slowly but surely,
Under this ceiling,
Mam you helped me,
And like a real sister,
Not a doubt here.

Did your job require you to?
I do not think so, madam.
Did you help me as you could?
I** think you helped a kid brother.

Dear Pooh Bear
I can never get over
The memory of your scent.

Never let me
Find you gone and
Just stay here until the end.

We have a dream
To pursue and achieve
For our cute next generation.

If you put some effort wholeheartedly,
Focus your mind more on your studies,
Yes, this means you have to be serious.

Today's sacrifice wouldn't go fruitless,
It'd surely help you indirectly someday,
Yes, you would get paid for hardwork.

Don't ever feel lonely in your life dear,
When you feel alone in this long journey,
Yes, I am always find me by your side.

In memoriam, I relive her initial love,
In my final moments, I relieve her now,
Of the burden, she always escaped,
Of the duties she forever avoided,
From the disease, I will perish how,
From the memories, my flame extinguishes,
Into the oblivion, I stare, my oblivion.

I do miss her bad as she did deceive,
I am reminded of her descent upon me,
On this ultimate night that I am alone,
On an unearthly hour, I am awake,
From the disorientation I am awake,
From the dark of night onto a sleeping me,
Into the darkness, I stare, my darkness.

Read and share it.* This is the *last secret you need to know about if you wish to live longer.

Control what you dream.

Now I'm not joking in here.

An unknown entity would knock at your door or your home's window in your nightmare, don't bother answering it even in your nightmare.

Because whether you believe me or don't but the person at the door or window will give you a simple scare to you in your nightmare, and you get scared with a heart-attack following it in quick succession.

If you're aged 50+, this might be a wake-up call.

Don't sleep alone, try sleeping each night with a kid who cares about you and can wake you up when they listen you murmuring, "Who's that at the door," in sleep.

I'm that boy who she wants as her toy,
But alas, I am defective as I'm a man now & not a boy,
So the kid got bored of trying to mould me.

She got bored of listening to wise advice,
Perhaps I was wrong on my part too in the end,
So no use ensuing the blame-game now.

I just accept it now,
I was born defective,
Accident just worsened me.

But if you sit calmly and think of it,
All the injury to my brain can heal,
Not the injury to my heart under a veil.

Broken, assaulted & assassinated,
I am time & again due to my errors,
I don't blame anyone for defects I made.

Was a mistake.

A display of deft actions is only so
good up to that hour of realization
after a hostile event of failure
that any more such efforts will go
in vain and would surely cause
remorseful tears to escape from
your dark pearly eyes in future

So be deft enough to study well
but don't be daft enough buddy
mouth gaping stupidly at all the
results having gone awry later...

Similar but unidentical primers used,
To amplify the same gene
But from different organisms,
And the consequences are again
Similar but not identical.

A useful technique it is
As the genetic code
Itself is degenerate,
Meaning several different
Codons code for the same
Amino acid.

Different organisms
Are allowed this way
To have unique genetics
For highly similar proteins.

We use degenerate primers as well,
When designing is based
On protein sequences
Because of unknown
Codon sequences.

Them we may use
For resurrecting extinct animals
And play God.

It's already happening,
The beautiful Pyrenean Ibex,
Also known as the Bucardo,
Hunted down to extinction,
In past not so distant,
Was brought back to life.

The science used was biotechnology,
Degenerate primers and another
Technique known as SCNT,
Somatic Cell Nuclear Transfer,
Used in synergy to bring the ibex back.

It is the feeling of having previously met,
Not necessarily as a professional vet,
Dairy animals mooing to attract.

So what if I ain't present in Denmark?
These cookies are in my mouth...
Delicious Danish Cookies...

They melt inside a mouth...
Maybe better than having ***...
But very surely better than fapping!

And probably I'm the biggest fool ever existed,
As I still hope that she will come back one day.
And she'll announce that it was merely a prank,
As she just wanted to have fun by pranking me.
And she'll expect me to welcome her back here,
As old times she will expect me to still love her.

Maybe she rightly considers me an emotional fool,
For all of her experiments, I serve as the ideal tool.
Maybe I should just let her memories vanish now,
For my own happiness, all her memories I'll mow.
Maybe all my family tell me the right thing after all,
For she is indeed a common, desperate Indian girl.

She is the personification of a great wanna-be girl,
'Cause she had lost her way at an age so youthful.
She will bank on prior experience from childhood,
'Cause she has low emotional intelligence quotient.
She bereaved such a pure lover for some ego issues,
'Cause she was a demo of how good/bad a girl can be.

P.S.: Hope that she'll get complimentary coke/burger!

I don't resemble an angel,
But I definitely look like a demon.
I don't resemble an angel,
But I definitely look like a demon.
Perhaps you mistook me for the Archangel,
But I'm a definitely a staunch demon searching for an angel.

I'm definitely not the archangel,
I'm but surely the devil.
I'm definitely not the archangel,
I'm but surely the devil.
Perhaps I fooled you by camouflaging an Angel,
But I fell from grace long ago when you were not even born.

I invite you to come with me,
Enter this den so very dark,
Just come inside forget the bright.

In you follow me as you are smile,
Charmed by my docile talk,
I gladly hop when you do so..

I found food for my nightmares,
By feasting on yours I'll survive,
Planting sweet dreams instead...