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.

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".

When the sun was pale

And the war was dead

I'd probably sip the morning ritual and find my ecstatic self

Complaining about the devil in the middle of Times square

I'd wear funny shoes and red hair

And sit still by the black water
I'd jump if I could
I'd run in the glass
I'd talk to myself

I'd dance in pretty skirts

Do I have teenage hormones?
Because the inadequacy is kicking in,
It's the same old hour, the familiar claustrophobia
Of a dead moth

As he pushes the rock against the mountain,
I too am the same
Familiar faces in new carcinogens,
Familiar tasks, familiar name;

A black hole for the soldiers
As between the Russians and Ukraine,
I fight with my livestock
I fight to stay insane

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

"Don't go please."

34, wishland street,
Where wishes are unfulfilled.

unzip my flesh and trace my lips
hath Lucifer
I give you this;

genteel hands that choke my neck
tongue in ears
how could I forget

your lustful eyes
that I would kiss

unlock my heart,
666

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...........

Did you cut your hair, who are you?
Did you run from bad man,
bad man is coming after you
Did you wear your socks
Hide
Bad man i giggle
bad man will take you away
Did you Cut your veins?
Are you sad?
Are you dead?
Bad man where are you?
Is your face covered in a sack?
I hide no more
Like my flaws and **** my flesh against the wall
Butcher my eyesight
Flies, smell and the touch of bad man
**** my 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.

" You look unhappy Mary, the job, the son, the life,
   Your medications seem wary, did you go outside and fly a kite?"

" My son had forgotten me Doctor, He left the other day with his wife,
  He had paid my debts but not my love and complained about strife,
  My only child and love of my life";

" What of your husband, I heard he won the lottery the other day,
   Bought a car, and good plumbing all with his pay?"

"My Husband loves me no more, money is his spouse
He butters the bread to our dog and talks to his house,
My life is bitter and yet I shine in gold,
I want roses and love
But "Mother I'll visit next time"
Is what I get told,
Mark my words doctor,
Give me medications no more;
I want my son, and my husband and my grandchildren
When I am old and I'm sore,
Tell them to fake it till I am weary and I die,
I don't want to live in gold and bear for my soul to cry,
I beg you doctor tell them to visit me, I'll give them gifts, I'll buy!
Tell them to visit this afternoon, I'll bake them apple pie"

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....

Today I smoked *** and looked at the sky,
My mind slowly went to Neverland
Somewhere between never it's gonna be,
Neverland, never who,
I would never find people who are true,
I went to the pit of the universe and thought
About a mermaid who swam like me
She got dumped in the sand
And was forced to turn into a man under the tree,
To wake up with a warm cup of tea
Who are you
And am I me,
Whoever thought that memories weren't easy
It isn't dear man,
I will cry and tell you
Who can be
And who can't
You aren't part of my memory
Why are you in black and white
You seem sad and important
But I have no place for you in my life
I could cry and mop and compare my trigger
With a sad friend
But who has got time for friends
Or for people who use you like  a bag of ****
Whom are you living for
Grow up, men aren't born with wings
I am about to tell you to be a man and go get drunk,
You aren't a christmas holiday, your life isn't fun
I am gonna trigger a bullet young man,
I am sorry that I couldn't make it through
If I feed my brain a bullet
And make it through the end,
Maybe in the next life,
We could be friends.

Dark
Empty
I don't prioritize loved ones anymore
Ruckus of a poetry I suppose
No muse,
No rhythm.
Shan't write about the lovely spectre
Of a yellow, green and basket of dead, dried
I beg your pardon is your idea of celebrating beauty , the chant of the dead?
For I, like Autumn
Beneath the tree
Dead like leaves
Falling through eternity.

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!

I thought I put up a tent,
I racked up chains, chards and Chopard
It was inside of beast,
I Flared,
Flabbergasted, I knew there was
An indecent stare,

I put the candle and the pen in his pancreas,
And wore what was left of a man,
A writer is a friendly beast,
Beast he heard and he ran.

I Write of Sonia the Mexican peddler
Of two counts of forgery and what not,
A writer's guilt is that he forgets man,
And he becomes the God.
A writer's guilt is Bible's trouble
To determine a Lord.

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.

My mind fathoms what art is,
Paint in yellow or green
War is a paint
Man is a brush,
Children of art
Behold colours!
Flag rise of enemy comrades
painting the art of a body
The woman, the art, the screen, the scent, the who?
WHO, I ASK IS YOUR INSPIRATION MY FRIEND?
MY FOE?
Is it art?
Or is it the dead bodies in the end?
Man, i beg you, stop this war
Art for art, i beg you time and again
Like waves of screen, make art,
make blood of acrylic not blood of veins
Or the countries and borders and
Children in vain
Christ i beg all in art's name
Give me the glory of art,
Not the glory of fame.

What are you looking for?
What are you searching my friend?
Look at us as stand at the edge of the world's end

Will you close your eyes and jump today?
Or will you wait, and keep waiting
For a lover, or a long lost friend

This is end, dear one,
This is the one last chance
Let us keep falling and falling
And falling in love,
With this one last dance.

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

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.

and abase,
solidarity though an endless crowd
appeals and bank notes, solidarity at war,
borderline of men,
solidarity and cards,
economic feuds and appeals to be granted.

Bow down, fix the tie,
close your ears , shut your eyes

give birth to war and womb the seed
of solidarity, frowns and greed.

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.

In all seriousness, looking woebegone in a plight to chase hyacinth in a pile of snow,
regardless of synecdoche of your embarrassment;

In a four-wall Angry **** soul of doom,

We are laying on a pile of Cacti,
Fibonacci sequences of nature adding thorns
To miniature quilts and houses,

You dig and get more cacti,
And you bury yourself beside it.

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 often wondered why crystals are unique.
Toućhe of thousand faces.
mankind as superior self, eradicates choices
Hath desire. hath fear.
i choose the prettiest face.
but it has a scar.
a scar from inside.
mind. unravel me.
when right is wrong and wrong is wrong,
i can't choose between right and wrong.
it feeds on my fear.
my fear to choose.

And gasping for air,
It is a polluted wasteland.
The way you unbutton that ghastly shirt
and sigh along your neck tie

Good sir, Do you want to step out for some air?
Cats and Dogs are dead everywhere

I push and pull
You pull and push
You had me inside a 5x5 cage,
Honey,
I wanted to die of old age;

I tied the tie in a loop
and forced fed you a month-old soup

You choked, I gasped
I developed a rash
Your face became blue
I love you too

And yet, when I cut your tie
There were tears in your eyes,
A story about Wanton boys and flies;

You broke my cage and let me free
But kept in you
A part of me.

It's a red one

It draws a boundary

It covers my head, shoulders and shoes

But no matter what I do,

Whether I go around it

Or scream aloud,

It all comes back to you.

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.”

Blind men breathe talks of the night
Fingers, lips, tired eyes
Toxicity of the mind

Baffled and taken aback
Right or wrong
Not what we had

Cradling love, Fingers sore
Though so far,
Yet, so close.

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

My thoughts are dark;

I saw people at night
I thought they might be dead

It's the living I'm scared of;

I hallucinate to the world of unknown,
The spring has succumbed to the night
Where the undead summons potions and rites;

I live in a dark box;

It floats in the Artic and i succumb to the snow

Naked self, shivered not
The boisterous cloth of human skin seemed to freeze

I blossom in a shelf where history latched to me

I sleep under a heap of hair,
I eat not by the fire
I sip cold tea.

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.

Dear John,
                  John, my dear dear one. This is my last letter to you. I know we have been through a lot, through storms and laughters, but i have loved you always. I know that you never showed it but you have loved me all along, that's what love is. The tear drops are splattered all over the page. I have been crying. You love her, she is the one. Not me. But John, I'll be happy knowing that you wanted me back. Its painful but true. I really, really love you. Deeply. You'll be mine... Forever.
                                                                                            Love always,
                                                                                                                   Jen.

I'll probably call it sickness,
sickness of the mind,
the wrath of terrible timings,

I freaked out at escapades,
kind of a terrible night,
we are two people,

We don't want each other in our sights.

I am sick of it kindly,
Good sir, I will shapeshift into your complaints
I will be invisible and unsociable and kind of insane.

These pills aren't doing me any good
They are cheap from the local goodwill
They are made of rainbows and **** stained thoughts
And still I swallow them gladly.

I wonder how in a forest fire,
I walk with naked arms,
Take a spin,
give me a pill
Let me fight with your naked guns.

I wonder if it is normal for people to pass through a stage where the obvious is the content by which we spill tears every day or that our lives and eyes come to a total zero. There is no hope for recovery and you know that this is the most horrible phase to be stuck in. There is no movement for the future or any optimistic approaches to be happy or be better in the nearing future. Life is tough and i have to accept it at this point. I know that there are various kinds of depression which we face everyday. There is the economical one, and also people are healthwise improper due to which they lead a very uneasy life. But there is the thing about mental trauma. Mental trauma kills everything on the inside. It's like a ******* acid truck burning everything inside you. There is no lead forward, there is no happiness beyond and lastly even if you cry for help, no one will be beside you. You stand alone. You are alone and you have to face all of this by yourself. If you want to **** yourself, you have to cut your veins, there won't be anybody beside you.
I hope i go to a pretty world next life.
I really hope so.

It is made of wood
You bend and pinch
your eyes, your head
Your notes are in the sink.

A sharp pencil, an inkblot
a page, few books maybe
You lie down and draw a face
And rub it off "it's crazy"

And you will grow 60
with your desk
bend your head down
like the rest

So before you do
You need to ask

"Can you fly?"
"I want to fly."

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.

I really like ducks

They are yellow

Ducks are cool.

I like them a lot.

"What is 'Revolution' mum?
And why are there men with hats?"

"They fight for the country baby,
They are the good lads"

"Then what is my sister doing?
Holding placards and such?"

"Oh, that is nothing,
They are doing just for fun"

"She cries at home mum,
I don't want her to be sad,
When I asked her why you don't support her
She replied that you thought it was bad
Mum, she fights for the right things
And not for lies that are sold,
She says maybe you are deluded
And your thoughts are frail and old."