I haven't thought about the fellow water waves
Flowing on a distant land in every step
The white foam, the blue face
Wipes away the sin of every ship
The pirates resting on wooden planks
Drinking *** and fish
Neither do they think of rusty slaves
Wearing torn and ***** rags
An also wearing sweat with every work
That they do not do on their wish
'land ahoy'! is all they say
And do not scold themselves for mistake
Yet keeps and eye on every slave.....
Even if they drop and apple
Or rumble a word in the food table
The pirates hold them for slay
And on and on sparkling knives
Cuts through rough skin
Being blood in disguise
Flows from wooden planks to the sea.....
And yet the sun has been a sign of hope
For, every traveller had to cope
To meet the land of treasures
Sun defines brightest light
Every happy kid flies a kite
And smile shows instead of fight
It has been known forever
Yet why is it that during sunrise and sunset
I see darkness brushing the trees
For injustice meet meets happiness
Where death meets hope in horizon
Is only when the sun meets the sea

Humorless soul burning plunder
Of fraternity and success
By unnamed ,unseen blood and flesh
Escaping through unimaginable pits of hell
Not leaving a folklore,a  story to tell.
A new decease spreading through mankind
From a single human body
Frightening name, shrieking mankind
Whenever this disease comes in contact with them.
Appropriately a plague
Running in tempt
Spreading to face
Something like vendetta ,something unsafe.
Entering into new age
Through the plague of dissatisfaction
Morose ,cruel,not leaving a fly  unhurt
Being risen as group of beasts...
Dissatisfaction,a word which shouldn't exist
Flows now through the blood stream of every body
Leaving poison to spread
From toe to head
Keeping love in custody.
Why this plague of dissatisfaction?
Why an unturned page?
why this spread of cruelty?
Why not try but fail?
Unanswerable questions,i think these are for me...
I'll just sit and stare at the poem as the
Plague of dissatisfaction spreads till eternity.

Eye of a stone,
Blinded in shame,
Snakes on my head
Crying in vain
Dare not trip in wires of the sky
God or men, hate them or die
duel of chic, Angels of brothels
Serving their bodice, mind and villany
To art disown heaven
Or to burn into dust
Hell is just the reality
Rising
To face,
To fall,
The superior
Or call him
Unworthy, fake,
Terror is his name!
"He is wise, he is great!"
Only fools pass his gate
To drag Lucifer the bringer of light
Into shadow, the dark of night
Call him Hades, call him bad
It's the truth in his hand
And how could i forget Poseidon
Dear me, the conned face of villainy
dragged my flesh and sent me to hell
Burning his desires unto my breadth
And i stood for justice name her
Athena she is fair
or so i though till i read
"She's one of them, beware!"
And turned my head into a snake like crown
fighting my innocence bringing me down
Alone in this misogynist land
Grab my bitter hand!
Mankind is cruel
Man doesn't build home,
Justice contradicts itself
And Gods turn us into stone

Through the nature that i've travelled
There's so much to unravel
And the sea's that i've swum
Whether fishes are dumb
And the skies that are blue
Do they wear lace shoes?
Those dinosaurs which were ugly
Did they shave their legs regularly?
Do flying fishes even fly
Or its just a rumor spread by cats
So that it can eat every time a human has its catch
Did apes develop into humans
Or totally vice-versa
Before we know it we'll go extinct
And apes on trees will have sips of *****
Do kangaroos have pockets from birth
Or did they buy from Denims
Before i know it dogs will purr
And rocks will have feelings
Do owls sleep or act their way through the day
It will not be Meryl Streep but them, catching the oscar and walking away!
Do snakes hiss by nature or just be angry due to their body folds
Before i know it others will wear Jimmychoo's and all they'll do is catch a cold!
DO lions have smelling ability or they just put a tracking device
Playing billiards in 'Catsino' and using cell phones made of mice?!
Do eagles, the pilots of the sky have pretty air hostesses attend to
Or locate and make a buffet out of the, that's exactly what i'm referring to!
Its this jungle or paradise, or what a new age city?
Casino's of lions, oscars for owls, that's my LIFE'S EXPECTANCY !

Its hard to believe to listen to
The sound of silence through layman's ears
For silence,an unestablished thought
Rides the young hearts only through fear.
Maturity, an understanding through beneath
Sediments like evils srata
For if you conquered,it only leads
To the sound of silence,every data.
For as we stare, me and words together,
Silence redeems through the pages
Every drop of ink forever
Can spell the words through all the ages.
The silence that lingers between
Begs me to hear it closer
Its trying to express the unwanted enclitic
The words that will fade never.
And now as i cherish this conversation of silence,
I realize that ink has a spirit
And to know the mistake i have committed
Which on my face like a bright light lit.
And to know the spectacular reason
I'm astonished myself, i must say
Ink helps us when we are not thinking
Flowing on paper without delay.
This sound of silence that i have gathered now,
Must be of great help all through my life
It will let me hear all those unsound-able things
And help me to decide when to stab a knife.
Through my youth scores, a bunch of thirty
Led me through a rugged terrain,
And now i want a plain surface with lots of pleasure
To lead a life, to be truly sane.
The sound is like a hand i want
Which helps me to walk in young years
Through the blasphemy, through humanism
It will strike away all my fears.
Does one realize that i said
The words of silence through every phase
The crumb of bread a beggar needs
The food of life heaven feeds?
They can't be realized by screaming though oceans,
They can't be realized by ending a story
For they are the curse of hearing unknown thoughts,
The sound of silence one and only.
My heart beats are frantic now,
As i have reached the harmonics of music,
Sweet and presentable they are now
Tapping your life like your feet.
They are many fellows who can't sing
So they make you suffer the sound of silence
With every teardrop longing for supper
Fighting their way through all the violence.
For those who have a great voice
It doesn't mean that they have to be proud,
For it may break any time
Like breaking a stone, like rumbling of clouds.
And i may not be an instrumentalist
And i may not be a teacher,
But i can stop the silence and let them hear music
And make them smile, not to suffer.

je t'aime said my first lover
France had given me love
Te amo said Spain
Still love wasn't enough
wô ài ńi i heard while eating sushi
China had given me her heart
ich liebe dich i heard in Germany
i thought maybe we'll have a start
s'agapo said the greek beauty
But i wasn't mesmerized in her soul
Doo-set daaram said my persian lover
i still didn't feel the warmth, i still felt cold
Ya tebya liubliu she said and kissed
But Russia was the same, still nothing new
ik hou van jou said dutch lady
but real love in this world was really few
Ngo oiy a  the cantonese beauty said
But i still kept searching for love
ani ohev otach by hebrew girl
But somehow it still wasn't enough
My bengali beauty said ami to make bhalobashi
but i wasn't yet satisfied
my arabic princess said ana behibak
But still i didn't have a peaceful night
When i sat back home
i realized which one is true
Arms wrapped around me, hugged me and said
"i love you".

"To Richard,"
And tears fell, as i wrote your name.

"Don't go please."

34, wishland street,
Where wishes are unfulfilled.

am i God's creation
am i hell's son
am i a peace treaty
or am i a machine gun
am i Machiavellian
or am i dumb struck
am i the music
am i the fun
am i the tears
running down your cheeks
am i unturned pages
you are waiting to read
am i the killer that struck your soul
am i the love you wanna take in once more
am i waters floating in  your bath tub
wil i make it replenishing
or make you numb
am i the cold weather that touches your skin
am i hot water that runs down your chin
am i the sovereign democratic country or
am i the one still longing for freedom
am i time ticking every second
am i the crowd shouting for fandom
am i the lips that you caress every day
am i the ears that hear everything you say
am i the pillow on which you sleep
am i your heart that thumps every second it beats?

You were there
Among millions of sweaty bodice
returning from the festivities,

Shouldn't the sky seem particular
Of a colour of a romantic being
pushing poetry in the likes
Of citizens of the night

The Universe unbothered by who killed whom
Or the philosophy of life,
Errands running from the bishop town or the markets of dream

Rush hour of the busy life,
I ask the meaning of life,
The holy pages of what not the monks, the sky,
The ask of truth, the sands of time

From a distance, you went by
And weren't a vision from the ornamental fashion they sell

I saw you never,
And I am cited for hell,
But your eyes sold the the meaning of life,
And this foolish passerby, could tell.

Tommorow was the day
Yes I'd be married
My love, my life.
My dear wonderful wife.
Jessica, I have prepared my vows.
"Have you?" She asked with wide glistening eyes.
I thought I felt paradise.
She handed me her vows
And kissed me and I read
"Dear Jaden,
Remember how you tripped the moment you saw me?
I swear I never felt happy anymore in my life.
Remember the chocolates and your bunking classes?
Remember how you broke my window glasses?
Remember the sunset?
Remember us wild?
Remember how we kissed?
Remember how we cried
Oh my selfish selfish self!
I left my family
My room
My mothers touch
And now you are talking about vows...do they fit right?
I promise to love you as much as I do today night.
Relieve your pain, fix your tuxedo young man  because, I"ll be the one in white.

I knew there was a look in your eyes
When we used to lay back in the valley of autumn and may
The sunlight made your eyes brown
With a dazzle proclaiming as glaze
But i forgot the sands of time
When you looked me straight in the eyes
And your eyelids dropped as you neared me
To caress me and my lips
And embrace what is love with a kiss
As your fingers brushed my cheekbones.....
Left me a shudder of pleasure
When ever you used to leave me
I used to think about it and leisure
The way that you brushed my cheekbones
Made you more beautiful with your blush
And tell how much you love me
And to remember events in the past
I knew you weren't daffodils
So many all together
Oh! what shall i compare thy beauty to?
I'd be alive for you for ever
And i knew in july and august
We had a fight on which we had to focus
And i saw you putting your lips on this other guy
But just when you started to brush your fingers
You suddenly refrained
When the other guy said 'I'm your lover'
You replied
'no! no! you'r not the same!
And then i was sitting in february air
When in soil love had sown
You surprised me and i was blessed in Eternity!
As your fingers brushed my cheekbones....

I see you slipping away behind the cupboard
I see your eyes reflect the moon
Those glassy eyes, shining like crystal
made me remember dew drops of June
Hey little mousie
Don't be afraid
I have cheese and shelter
And a bit of cake that i made
Don't slip away in the darkness
You're the only one that i have
I won't jump and scream
Shouting from the top
"**** it! there goes the rat!"
My dear little mousie,
This house is vast and dark
Why don't we go near lampshades
And not play hide and seek for a start?
My dear, feeble,  mousie
Don't go near the mouse hole
For there lies the mouse trap,

And our little rendezvous will be untold.

That very 9 minutes
Proved that i shouldn't have been alive
As the clock ticked on the dashboard,
My impulse became weaker
Pools of tears formed at the base of my eyes...
Every second reminded me of
The deeds i had done in the past,
'LOVE' was the cruelest among all..
My parents were disgusted in me
More disgusted in the presence of me
Then why wasn't baby foetus throw out
and fed to the dogs?
Why did baby foetus climb up in mom's belly?
Innocent. it didn't know whether it was evil or good.
It wanted a home and  food.
It wanted a mom to be proud of
A dad, brave & strong
A sister who she would love
All life long.

But now as baby foetus grows
Dad grows no happy
Mom cry beneath the pillow
Others grow angry.
Is baby foetus a monster?
Not the same kinds of species?
Baby foetus brought a cat
Who didn't have a mom&dad;
She wanted to care of it
And dad feeling nothing for baby foetus
Not even for the kitten
Threw it out kicking it bad.
Baby foetus can do no good deeds
It wants only love
From which it stomach fills
Now baby foetus grabs a knife
With hands shaking bad
It puts it in her belly
Feeling more than glad

As the clock ticks,
Blood drains away from body
Baby foetus dosen't scream,cry or
shout"help somebody"
Baby foetus knows tears have no value
So it is blood which it has to purgate
Baby foetus looks at the ceiling
As her eyesight began to daze
She smiles & remember her kindergarten teacher
She closes her eyes and whisper"i really miss her"
And then she smirks of her proud memory
"declaring that she would score big"
But tears fall from her eyes
As she got nothing but a big kick
Baby foetus knows that she
cannot fulfill daddy's dream
Baby foetus has no power
to fight or to scream....
Baby foetus knows that she should die soon.....
She smiles as light fall on her face from the moon...
Baby foetus suddenly remembers
A story she had read.....
Hansel,gretel&the; witch
that they met
Mommy,daddy of hansel,gretel
keeps them away....
But as gold pour in
They allow them to stay
Baby foetus knows that she couldn't
do any any valuable deeds
But baby foetus is a baby
is the greatest thing
In mind they have to keep......
As eight minutes passed
Baby foetus felt uneasy
so she fell on the floor
Being tired and lazy
But what baby foetus didn't forget
was valuable very much
Mom,dad and sis photo on her
chest that she had clutched...
5,4,3,2,1...........

The tiny marks in our hands
Aren't they beautiful?
Some crossed, some uncovered,
Some, simply
Wonderful.
And I am writing this poem for those wonderful times,
When this world was you and I,
When I was 5 and you were wet,
I found you drenched under a little shed,
The little paws and the big eyes,
Licked my face
And my heart was set,
I carried you under a raincoat,
And got my boots squeaked and torn,
And regardless, my mom took you for a monster
With ugly teeth and horn.

Years passed, and i grew up
From a boy to a man,
Couldn't take care of you, too busy,
With my dreams and my plan,

And one day i came back from another country,
And saw you no more,
For, there lied only the little raincoat,
That you and i once wore.

Lyrics written on Church walls
Bashful lurking Lucifer,
Carved glazes of canker crawling on the mead
Drinking vile torments of men
Lucifer hath angel been
Spread wings of human fate
guided men on burlesque dives
through historic and futile rage
Drawing on lost and regained have never been thy aim
For jeopardy in art's name is nothing but a lost game
God and man and Vinci guise
And letters of un-earthly paradise
And decades of poetry sinned
To unmask man through lyrical films
Morte, life, determining naught
Empty pages of science and draught
Realms of here and realms of there
Realms that thy heart found rare
Antonym of fright being scare
Is not what man learnt through time
And there as courage behooves and
Life draws you to her
Death seems close in the arms of beloved
Pain, man's secret armour
bellows courage with a fake accent
Coming of seasons and dawn and light,
Poetic romance fretful sight
World naught ready to love and cherish
Human cans't broil feel
April as thy knows
A heavenly soul of a year,
Brewing rose, carnations and dew drops in time
A certain cotillion towards the other,
A light breathing when eyes met
Beyond the language of the celestial walls
Eve and Adam through bright colour meadows
I see as thy eyelids quiver from haunts of past
And as night descends the maiden shy
With light prance of the lion he prances
Flesh by flesh swoon by temptation
Drops of naive lies
promises of eternity
Battles of Brunanburh
Horses line up to a steady flame
Fishes swim in fleshy rain
Draining mouth of Paris gates
Writing pages of descent
And on with thy fire of the month,
November rose in the wild grass of beams
Battle lost and won it seemed
On another hill a maiden swept her hair
Through rosy gleams and eye of glass
And smiled like the forbidden apple of fate
Jumped like the lion
left in dismay
songs of despair
An orchestra of pain
Nightingale of death bellows of wind
On sunday the fifth he had sinned
she had cried and shown the rose
cigarette and smokes
of nothing proposed
Flesh be thy crime
heart be thy muse
Naughts had been reflected
in thy abuse
Stricken the horror bladder
Rose with dismay
And to **** the canker
in whom the ***** played
Alone within thy celestial walls of God, Goddesses and fate
Questioning thy holy spirit
the mistakes thy made
Entrusted with athenian history
Women bearing dagger
Human sentiments are evil
Lucifer is the rightful dowager
It's him who sheltered blue
Evil is romance
hardly to swoon
The right and wrong and sadness grief
If they see world of poverty
And happiness a myth
And now trumpets of war
And experiences blithe
To see the world anew
whom is right?
If Lucifer the fallen angel saw
what was yet to see
God is a liar and heaven's a greed
Thy stealth steal within bosoms canker
hate, ****, juvenile crime,
Crime is the way
to drive horrors in time
Human history baffles thee!
Social etiquettes and manners of glee
Whom to fool and whom to wrought
The lamb, the tiger a hated must
Angels, demons painted square
whom to whom the battles were?
The right of man to sin and begone
are fated dramas of life and forlorn?
Brew the evil and feed thy good
Awake! Arise! never be fooled!
And sadness a step,
sudden and dark
Thy unending stairs to heaven abased
Lonely as autumn arises and leaves gather
Memories of child and man
Memories of fated hand
Thy walks through
Matured, mind of steel
Anguish concealed
A heavy sigh of a grown mind
Scorns the happy girl
And laughs over her dead pearls
Mind of a grown self
Visits Celestial walls,
The temple, the bed the wrongs
The right is a foolish girl
Inside her body the birth of a new world
the falls the laughs the pain the demands!
The gunshot of life
The circle of hope
And nursing and growing the cherub of flesh
Is they mother nature with a man of crest
The moon as it shines, shows horrors no more
But in thy heart, a maiden sad
To loose all she ever had
But to gain life
and knead love
To love love and to grow above
Lucifer reads bedtime stories
God saves the crown of glory
Life smiled and played along
Death for death
and finding songs
Growing up in lilac storms
She learned to battle and grow a home
Keen on her *** to bottle dreams
Milk and bread is new it seems
Tyranny with a ****** sword
Knives it's prey as it creeps from it's door
But in white she clad and drew the sword at hand
Tears as bows it drew
Battle of ages seen never so shrewd
The good plot for her
The evil shined
Who art evil or good
She painted blind
She called her demons risked her God
She became human is sad of all
Thy maiden story once again read
The man who left
Evil has no name
So good naught trust
for good is thee
Good is evil
That had been set free
Whom to whom
And what to name
Should haunt the grave
or visit a pray
For to pray is a prey
And grave is a paradise
Questions she darted
With wide eyes
I showed thee card where black and white
Rose to fame side by side
God is lucifer
heaven is hell
Man made tricks on walls
For stories to tell
Man is mortal
desires are innate
Soul is thy spirit that lies awake
Death of life is a soul that plots
Stays on Earth in shallowed knots
To be beyond and to see the light
Have naught done that
Life is a sight
Not seen to man, if realised is beyond
To trust in fame is all that is done
Meekly shown courageous sprout
To do good or evil is a judgement about
The religious amenities made by man
To shun Lucifer is yet in thy hand
To pray him is a choice thus
But to prey pray has been man's lust
Again memories squint of thy maid on the meadows
Flesh on flesh haunts thy skin
Shallow breadths and mortal eyes
Rise beyond skies they speak
What sky what ground
What lava and heavenly abode
To grow old in folktales
Aside dusky shores
Man knows all
Man knows good
Good of man
Is a questionable truth
Man knows evil
Man knows crime
Man knows nothing
He is lost in time
Man knows man
is what tale they should
Write on walls instead of evil and good
Evil might harm
And good might ease
But man does both
And later he grieves
For grief hath no church nor temple nor mosque
Grief is inside man's chest
Pumping through his *******
Of Eve's fool and Adam's greed!
Of the canker of the holy grail
Of the lies he feed!
Who art to decipher life beyond life
When life is tormenting
even in it's sight
Who death, desert or leaves the soil
Who plants and grows in thy turmoil
Who loves and cares and makes thy life
Who saves who draws and pushes knives
Who grows and finds peace in thy self
Who plots and fails and satisfies and helps
Who prays and begs and trust in him
Who prays and begs and trusts in sins
What the sins, what the truth
Human beings are born aloof
To end to grow to die or to be born
Man hath no power to tell of or scorn
Man is a flick
Man is a pride
Man draws wars
Man lies
Man brings flesh
Man grows thee
Man dies tomorrow
Man is me.

Here i was, wide awake
Looking for my step ahead
For if i fell in sinful pit
There would be a matter of life and death

Fearful drops of vicious water
Came towards me as a man of slaughter
Breaking my vein, stabbing my heart
Looking at me to tear apart

But i kept my faith in  Almighty
Unbelievable for you and me
Still as a response to midnight dark
Fearfully beating at the pit of my heart.

Came the siren answer to me
Who are you, whom do you seek?
I said, my voice in a hush tone
I'm in search of a room, i dont have the key.

And again the voice of  wisdom rang
Putting in me the word-"i can''
Telling me to try my best,
Pushing me to pass this test.

I sat up taking a new ambition
Ready to get rid of this complication
But as i stood up, came the thunder
Bringing my head down to wonder

Neither i had treasure to take
Leave silver, diamond or gold crate
Not even a leaf that room holds for me
So what shall i conquer thee?

So i sat back down for ages
Passing through all my weak stages
Slaving under the ******* of fear
Holding back drops of tears

I can't do it! i heard myself say
Stoping the freedom and running away
Though my mind laid on the peaceful heaven
Thinking and thinking from day 1-7

All the pleasures of heaven being irresistible
Made me more and more feeble
Suddenly a thought came to my mind
Which turned back the days, turned back the time.

Human as i was,  greedy as i can be
Forgot all the pleasurable treasures waiting for me
For heaven was it! heaven was it!
Freedom was the throne where i would sit!

Carved in glaze and wicked grin
It stands in front of you
Behold beauty and darkness divine
Reflects you like a shining light
Who is this i may say
Proud, drinking wine, champagne
I'm great i've achieved it!
Knowing the lies inside
Grieving sorrow and revenge
Lacking all my friends
But all i am looking at is beauty!
My face so pure
So kind... so rich..
But lurking in tunnels of misery!
The devil had said that i had done the right
So i left the word there without a Fight
Doubting somewhere in my soul....
And my love had seen where i had been
Too far than too close.

Busy with my self
Shining eyes, sparkling glaze
Satisfied me and then haunted
Now here i was sad
To realize that its too bad
Too loose all the other things i had ever wanted.

To begin with is the love and heart
Which already had been apart
The day that the devil came to me
And on second thoughts
I almost forgot
What me myself was meant to be
And now i got the second chance
With all the will in my bare hands
I broke the face of misery...
It broke with a shatter
And then i had gathered
What happiness meant to be.

Dear dear one. That august farewell made me think about you again, between hasty green meadows and wild stubborn red roses.
They cry for your love.
For your touch.
For your grace.
I miss your touch.
I miss your taste.
I miss your smell.
Your smell of old novels.


I could read every chapter of yours. Oh how abundant of your sadness wept. When Jesus carried his noble men in his arms. I would divide waters and bring blood to land if not for our love. your love. my love. Hath i cry !
Stubborn through my veins!
Bring me love!
Bring me an angel without wings!
So that she may not fly away from me.

I read in an old novel of mine. When Christopher cut Jaden's arm for the love of his maiden. i would cut my own for yours.
Ever thine. Ever mine. Ever ours.
Clink to the cup of joy.
Oh blessed daughter of Mary
Bless me with your love.
I smell old novels
But your smell is lovely enough.

Hurrying...pacing fast the time...
Can you hear my beats..its so **** loud!
What my time would be of value..
Standing on the mount of death....
****** **** me...beat me with a cane!
Do something, just don't leave me insane!
Cops crowding my doorway to listen to some ****!
Nothing, just those insominate fools!
I have also been through dark alleys
And the dead bodies have also been carried..
But have i cut my neck and fed it to the birds?
Trust me, this world is an opportunity not a curse!
Maybe you'll not be in a mt. Rushmore head
But yes...you'll get 10% of it...
To make your parents proud
With sweat and blood they cried out loud!
Just not to see you in the mount of death....
Just take a step ahed.......black.

It's the fear of getting hurt
The fear of getting lost
The fear of haunting in minds
The fear of snow and frost
The fear of immobilized usher
Not showing the seat of pride
Where is this love
Do turn back the days and time
Tears are evanescent
Fears are mortal
Jealously is contemporary
While love is immortal
Bite me into the realms of immortality
He's not fearful of hunger
He's not afraid of sunlight
He adores rain and thunder
An empty min is a devil's workshop
But an empty heart is a broken cover
If there is a question of what love is
You may ask it to my fearless lover.

Simply loss of words
Smiling slightly as i'm writing this poem
Actually thinking of the smiles
Crying sometimes as if i don't know him
My hands shaking as vulnerable drops of tears trailing....
Trailing down the rugged path of my hand
The very hand by which i held his hand
Pools of tears forming at the base of my eyes....
Why???? why can't you get it???!!
You are never dead to me
Maybe our fights, maybe our lies...
But never our trust....
Your smile makes my heart free
Death is not the cold hands i felt near your grave
Death is that when i wrap my arms around me
And suddenly feel i am alone
And you are not there with me
Please come back from death
I beg u, my heart can bear no more
Your silence makes me shiver
Your words weren't harsh, there were no trace of violence
Maybe it was me...
Please reply to me
Those flowers were not roses, those were tulips
I guess it was the white noise, not the music..
Are you really gone...
Are you?
I have been rummaging my head
Thinking of ways to
Bring you back from the dead

I don't know what to say 'bout her....
Even a crow would be sick..
Little do you know 'bout her features
Am sure you would act like this!
She walks out of a party show
Like a total cracked geek
Wears dress like a halloween show
And wears empty lipstick!
Oh heck she has white skin
Totally  pale like a vamp
But then it holds like a surgery
Oh! she's such a *****!
And she has huge fangs....
Which are sooo **** real!
BUt then people will have more than second thoughts
WHEEEUH! push away that smell!
She has blood red lips
But they are totally gross!
With no positive blood,onion flavored
And on lips...turmeric sauce!
And when she attacks a fellow guy...
She makes sure the guy is cute
And then she stabs a knife instead of her teeth
Like playing a guitar instead of flute...
Man! she thinks she's sexxy
But she has ****** mistaken
And then she walks with her heavy body
The guys think that the world is shaki'n!
I can say no more....
Cuz my neck's paining
Oh ****..now i get it!
The woman was not at all lying!

Intruder...you left me crying at the doorway
I want to feel you again, oh please just stay
And i may be wondering how you got that smile
Which made me run for you a thousand miles
I may not be telling the truth ..
But oh heck! i'm missing you!
You made me see
You made me feel
You made me smile
Oh wait a while..oh no!...
Where did you go?
This may not be my first kiss
But i'm definitely not like this!
I feel heaven on earth, baby!
'Cause i wanna touch you now...
And keep touching you through the night
I don't know what it is
Whether its wrong or right...
You are the drug i'm only addicted to know
Please grant my wish, its not much...
I just wanna feel you touch...
Just your touch.

This wrath of utter stubbornness, Shouting at me, tranquility of nothing but spilled wine on the floor, shouting like a mad man!

Is all that is left to love.
The grey hair and stubborn face
And weak eyes but steady gaze
All these years left to pace,
My love for you.

Between thin lines of rage and the grey collar on your neck
Handsome brawl of 4 scores and three
Is all left for me
And i marvel between wrinkled eyes
And laugh with all the bitter smiles
And remember this on a sudden while
The walk to the alter.
For there stood the same man before me,
Now grey hair and youth free
And all that belongs to me
In this life and forever.

My oath to you is fair and true,
For love is old and nothing new
The grave's cold but not our hearts,
beating for one another.

HECK....it fells great when u r all wobbly....
No sense but a happy feeling....
Dare you talk to me...won't reply u...
Drunk guy...dosen't make any sense to you...
Feeling anguish...sometimes LUST...
As i see those bodies shake and dance...
Need ...but i don't have any last chances....
To gain my senses.....
Heck...
AM. DRUNK.

Am abnormal,what can i do?
I can't call u every minute and say am missing you
I want to love a gal, yet i am attracted to a guy
And with green day's guitar i wanna fly...
I wanna taste the chocolate dropping from your lips
And yet cringe away from your every kiss
Dont wanna waste time fighting with you
Cuz i know the end very nice...
You'll end up winning, nothing else
And you'll send me in my stomach butterflies
You'll get to a bar and get drunk up nicely
My blood slowly boiling, telling frankly..
And when the guy asks you for a dance
I just don't let him take a chance...
I get up from the table and punch his nose
And tell him hey man....that's how it goes...
Then like a hero i walk out of the bar
And then see you coming near my car
You clench my hand and kiss me hard
And say listen...we'll never be apart
And when my boy crush comes to me further
I say-" you are just like my little gay brother."




just wanna say people cant get perfect.....

I am in love with you

if only your dreams would stop haunting me

Your touch makes me shiver at night

A longing for fantasy beyond words

Proclaiming
" i ain't good!"
" i know no holy!"
" i am a demon"
thirsty for your soul.

oh boy **** me
Not another line more
i swear i'll die
these words appear like aliens!
ok, we all wish World War never happened
And that great man didn't appear like fat chickens in the history book
I wish super man could have an evolutionary story
And comedy central with guns and hooks
I really wish that clock would tick by faster
And that Edison could have found a dart gun
And the best would be instead of him, if it could be me
i could have invented books that could run
i really wish Romeo wouldn't be obsessed with Juliet whole day
But focus a little on his PSP player
And i really hope Math could stop focussing on its X
Because it knows the reason Y!
i wish mom could stop snoring upstairs
And take a break with sleepwalk
i really hope my 11th grade crush shows up tomorrow
Or maybe at night in my house without a knock
i really wish i could stop yawning
And glaring at the midnight clock
I'm done with William Blake or Henry Quatermain!
I need some music, maybe some mainstream rock!
Gimme a break dad
i'll grow up someday
but for tonight
let the mocking bird wait.

Every thing had been over....
As i stared up into the sky
The blue clouds mesmerized me
Longing for staring ahead of the bay......
The beauty! magnificas! so gay...
As i kept drooling over the beauty
It suddenly struck me inside
I was sad,tears for my friend...
And held captive by fear...
As i stared around me
I figured out i was lonely..
The wind blew into my hair
As if someone calling me...
A pure soul longing for me....
Shall i go to the man or shall i continue my life...
Words had failed me...
As my balance of desire
Was equal in both places
In heaven & on earth
I wanted in my body both the faces

A mask of temptation,a face of desire
An imperialistic heart
A soul to burn fire....
Questioning made my head burn
With anticipation for the answers
A sovereign thought
And the malevolent eyes....
Destroy or construct..
What to do?
Put my hand in the cool water
The replenishing feeling...
My heart still beating
Desires screaming....
Took the left path instead of right...
May be it wasn't safe
I may have fights
But i know....
I live only once my life.



Visions of the future are better than dreams of the past....
                                                                                                   -unknown

I have ears, don’t wake me up.
Winds up here blowing in my ears
Fatherhood, come, here I shine
Cold and lonesome, crying in fear.

I think you hear.

September cries, so do i.
Pain inflicting as fear
Bicycle rides, open air
All washed away by tears.

I think you hear.

When I shout these to the world
Standing on the stage alone
Words crying in your ear
Do you hear?

And then at sudden times
When I am king of fear
I shout to you
“I know you hear!”

And I know inside
Between tears and cries
In the shadows, very near
His face shows proud and bright
And I whisper

“I know you are here.”

We are in a state of war, my friend

The trees are turning red

My mind are soldiers preparing for death

Their families, distraught, words left unsaid.

I'm in a state of war, my friend

I cannot keep on fighting till the end

The creatures in my head play jumbled words;

Not a soldier in my genes,

It's my reflection commanding enemies

Prepare for death;

I have given up my home,

Unto heaven, my martyred self.

My kingdom of fake lies and rusted promises
made me a carpet of ivy poison

I mocked your heart
and your precious horses

I burned the letters of my favoured corpses

Don't stand there
bow down to me you insolent fool
You heroic concept of utter foolishness
Your trade with other Kingdoms
let me down, you, YOU!!

And i have been standing alone
in my glistening kingdom
made of broken dreams and ice

Here burns the fire of your blithering Naive thoughts
Go jump into it like frightened mice!!

And leave me alone to plot my evil potions
Where guile and guts are my carved forks
And pour it with fears of girls with love

Pour it down to me
You know my story

My braided hair
and eyes full of glory
once with a brave knight in a tower

AND ON HE WENT WITH HIS SWORD
AND STUCK IT DOWN MY THROAT

And there it was,

The Ice Queen with the frozen power.
                                                                   -S.Basu

The sky darkened
Drawing a coat of black around me
Quick drops of raindrops
Fell on my arms making me feel

Guilty though i'm not
Still showered in teardrops
I said" it wasn't me"
But believe me, you wouldn't stop

You said "lov me more"
But i said that i couldn't
You fell on my knees begging
But i was too immersed in my thoughts

To listen to your pain
To feel it in my vein
Burning in my throat
In blood that i had soaked..

Just say it, pierce in me
The feeling that i had felt
Oh hell!
Why should it be?
The thing that i regret in me..
Ought to be
Black love.

To forget you
is a satisfaction

God gave me a child
Born out of fake will
and unwanted escapes

I need Amnesia to forget your smile

I need Amnesia to make this last a while.

I need Amnesia to make you mine.

- Sukanya Basu.

The trees were a particular shade of green,
My boat was painted white
I was a sailor by birth,
A sailor by right.
Your chapter was covered in dust
beside Clapton's disk and Whiskey from the last decade
Go out and preach freedom to poor men with riches
And cross the river for me.
For if you won't, my boat would be stupid
And the river a waste
Some swift sailing turned into
A wild goose chase
My boat would be without oars and
the pole star wouldn't be of much use
For My direction is pointless,
but it leads to you.

Thread of cotton,
Thread of silk,
The sun set in west,
A weakling of ill,
Hands bound
Feet turned
Sitting in a Banquet:
Amidst 80 men from Greece,
20 women from Athens
A hall full of bureaucrats,
doctors, physicians, astronauts!

Plato, I sit at your Banquet
I sit thee,
Split my mirror
Show him to me.

I am an imbecile to the society,
And a lust for death
I don't know where it starts
Or my song of Remorse ends

I don't know where to walk on
Or kneel down to say a prayer
I took the Lord's name in vain
My heart said beware

Now that i have only words to reassure me
And a dead man's notice and a knife
I am wondering if this poem is eligible enough
For a dead man's defeated fight

I don't know whether this is a sonnet
Or a ballad
Or a lyrical tyranny

I am ready to carry satanic wishes
and end this phase
With words of Irony

Let this be my last poem,
for i hear the call now,
'Ding-****' said the dream
For It's finally over now.

I'll come back in another life
When love isn't a treasured greed
I'll come back one day before it's dawn
So i can see a city clean

A city where lies hopes
And abundance of dreams
For now it rots of despair and sorrow

And a sky full of hatred beams.

Hath I cry
When mystery rain showers upon me
Dew stuck in malevolent red
Slowly dropping from feet to head
May my crimson be the shade of immortality!
I have seen the orange skies cry
I have seen the mid summer bird
I have seen frost when it flies
I have seen my petal crumble in days
When love broke from its shackle
I have seen my seeds fly endless journies!
Flurry of wind, flurry of skies!
Oh fly to some distant land
May you grow a new pair of crimson wings
Where there are others
Blooming and smiling in the spring!
I have lost my self alone
In this bitter darkness dear one
Become my red, become my love,
Become me!
Hath I cry with strong desire
Become my unfulfilled thee

Into the green, below the wisp
Where sunlight burns starch,
I will find a way to blow my horn
Playing Burial March.

One two three and six
goes my count beyond ink
Navy caps and army hats
tossed on the ground,
I will blow my horn
Sing Along
Playing Burial March.

When living started and came the bee
Counting days back to eternity
Have not found joy

Men killing men
Women verbally bound once again
History slaughtering itself in the city of Troy

But i'll be Bathsheba Everdene
And loose myself in the madding crowd
And i'll blow my horn

Two three nine and ten
Meet me in the soil again
Below the grass and dirt

Blow my horn
draw me on walls
Unto Burial March.

I don't need the air to make fun of my hair,
I'm not Billy Joel's piano man;

Sing me a freedom leash
That bounds my determination to boundaries,
The gin bartender turned out to be a professor of physics,
I'll tell him next life that calculation is wary,
My eyes brings no flight or fight response,

I am but a weaver.

I think we are dead, the two of us, you and I;
Buried in the deep Earth and we will never know whether we agreed on sunflowers or roses;

But I'm glad I met you;

We'll meet again in another world where the sun meets the moon and our hearts regrow as plants and carnivores;

My love,

It's time to sleep.

"May her soul rest in peace"
And journey of what?
Maze me out, Maze of blue
Copernicus, Aristotle, Ptolemy
Blurry of curry, the banquet!
And I sat as the thread pulled me to the tunnel

The sky was pink,
The ocean was grey
But the thread seemed to pull me through uncertainties

Good doctor, split my spine in two
Plato in depth;
Man /Man , woman /woman
gender trip, gender spun,

Split in half,
lost in time,
Am I him;

Or is he mine.

Today as the tomorrow sighs
sawdust on the gleam
Yester-year, goodbye carols
goodbye all your broad eyed smiles and tally **
to Mary or Agatha or Caroline with a C
i hardly remember her name!
something with a blue and fake smile
and something about her hair,
my memory is in despair!
Or to you, or to the gulls
or to the sawdust from your house
I have broken thee from the roots of the pavement
a dollar for each window
a shilling for the roadside engravings
A dime for your penny-less worries
And to cremate the red of the fire
my un-tied shoelaces are barely of importance to the world!
I don't need to buy your monday blues
or to match the sunlight to the starch
Tell Gary, Harry, or any other bloke
to put the chandelier during christmas or summer
and carry the sawdust in your heart if you are generous
for a diamond studded disintegrated cloak.

Young Mohan was three by the time
Borders were made
And an angry facist peddler sung in disdain,
Sentiments were breached and so was time,
There were bloodsheds more often by the time he was nine;
In patriotic leu and an abundant of moral synecdoche
Religion, apathy, martyr meaning terrorism
Young Mohan was thrown
As a vendor who stole money
And saw women on screen,
The green had gone green
Humanity was a partake on films
Flimsy films and orange bandanas
Verbal stench ruining the hymn of jove,
Topsy turvy Independence naught,
Mohan had seen women with tops
And women without them,
He had seen them dressing with conch flowers delicate on their boudoir of black facade,
And he stared to what the Country had become
In the orange lights of Saree,
And the spit of beetle juice,
His country was sold.