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ishaan khandpur Apr 2017
Let's be reckless, selfish and all around greedy.
Let's hold the world hostage to our whims and fancies.
Let's be fanatically in love and unabashedly lustful.
Let's do all that in life makes us seem disrespectful.
Let's throw a party like the Fitzgeralds.
From money stolen from working class *******.
Let's be the villains in someone's boring love story.
Let's redefine love to a psychotic new level.
ishaan khandpur Mar 2017
Swayed.
So easily swayed by your words.
Like a leaf against a gush of wind.
I’ll ride your words wherever they take me.

Rooted.
So firmly rooted in your thoughts.
Like the grip of an elder-tree to the ground.
Your thoughts are all that the world is perceived by me.

Flight.
Soaring high in your creativity.
Like a bird out of view up in the wandering blue.
You’ll design my world in all its glory and gore.

Hurt.
So painfully hurt by your silence.
Like no feeling that can be described.
You’ll **** me beautifully with just your silence.
ishaan khandpur Jan 2017
My biggest lie,
Is my image at work.
An industrious being.
A diligent soul.

I shower my hours,
Like sprinkles on candy.
To an office that shuts,
Its doors on my feet.

The brainwashed child,
Of the lazy generation,
We're expected to overcompensate,
For their misbehaven.  

The life we live,
For a plaque and a desk,
The **** we take,
For a life of unrest.

They sell us dreams,
We can't afford,
Then make us slaves,
To free our souls.

The man is evil,
An awful beast.
He tells you how to live,
So buy us to break free.

The world is polluted,
There is no respite.
Every passion bought,
Every dream's got a price.

So punch those keys,
And get back to work.
Let's be frank,
It's the devil's world.
ishaan khandpur Dec 2016
On the final mile,
To the road back home,
You will find,
The prettiest ghosts.
ishaan khandpur Nov 2016
As they wiped away the last drop of blood, they thanked the lord for giving them the strength to rid the world of such an abomination as a daughter.

Up above, a smile crossed his face as he added another two to his list. God was the Devil's greatest creation.
ishaan khandpur Sep 2016
Push that bully,
Down the hole.
Let him grow,
All alone.

Ostracize that fool,
Till he beats no more.
Shut him up,
Let no sound out.

Ignore the bully,
As you grow.
Make sure,
He sees no hope.

Let no light shine,
Let no song rise,
Let no birds chirp,
Let darkness burn.

Push the bully,
Shut him up.
Silent that heart,
Don't let it fall in love.
ishaan khandpur Aug 2016
She slips into the cracks,
So often I feel,
I no longer know,
If whom I'm talking to is real.

Her fictitious home,
***** her in,
Her books add floors,
Cemented by dreams.

She stares at ceilings,
And sees worlds breath,
The quite in her room,
Makes death question his being.

She looks at me,
As she sips her coffee,
She's never seen me,
In the mist of that coffee.

I try to see the world,
Through her eyes,
God would be jealous,
Of the universe that lies.

Her dreams tangible,
The world where she lives,
She's made me real,
Or made my reality slip.
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