Now you may know the question
But that does not necessarily mean
That you have an answer
Even though you may think:
" What the **** kind of question is
'Am i happy?' "
Think again
The answer might surprise you
It may catch you off guard
It may ruin, or make your day
I'm not trying to sadden you
I'm just asking you
To actually sit and think
About what might be the complexities
In answering such a simple,
but weird question
For those who already know the answers
And are content with the result:
'Are you trying harder
Or have you given up?'
To those who don't know:
'Do you know now?
Or are you confused'
It's okay to not know
But it's not okay to not act
You may hear, day in and day out:
"Do this for me,
Do that for me"
But when was the last time
Did that voice resonate
From your heart
;
Everyone dies one day
Nothing is permanent
Time has made sure of that
So make sure that before you go
You are able to answer the aforesaid question
In an affirmative
Not because I asked you to
Not for anyone else
But, for yourself

Do you have that one person
Whom you trust more than yourself
Mostly because they don't let you
make those ******* decisions
That you'll make later on anyway
But at least they try
That one person
Who is referred to in Grey's Anatomy
As "my person"
That one person who may not be
On your friend list on Facebook
But is closer to you than any of
those 1220 unknown people
who's pictures you like
I hope you have that person in your life
For no matter what trouble you're in
No matter how stressed or angry or depressed you are
They take equal share in those emotions
And even help you out of it
To those who may not have that person
I hope you find them
The term soulmates are romanticized
for no rhyme or reason
That should be for you to decide
Not society
So,
If you hadn't thought of this before
Do you know now at least
Who could be your person?

Yet another day
Has gone by
And once again
Like always
There's no progress
Each day, I die a few times
Only to re spawn in the same place
The same horrible place
Dark and dusty
Cold and gloomy
With enemies all around
And friends that only watch out
For themselves
I wish I was
Better at this
I give it another shot
Every ******* day
And just when I get close
My fears crawl in again
I go to bed each night
With the thought of giving up
How I try again next morning
Is still a mystery
Tomorrow's my last shot
I will try one last time
And if I fail
I think even I'm smart enough
To understand a sign
From a higher power
That's probably telling me
To move on
To something new
Why are video games so hard?
I just can't seem to win
-Sigh-

I'm just a simple person, just like the rest
Well, not entirely simple, but nonetheless
It's like society and the media just say what they want
To create new forms of discriminations, that will forever haunt
As if the already existing ones weren't bad enough
They must make sure that you feel flawed,
and make your life tough
I'm just another person; I removed the word simple
People nowadays even get trashed for having a dimple
"HA, it's just a deformity on your face!"
Well, I hope you trip and fall on your own shoelace :)
I'm just another person, with a not-so-great vision
I need glasses, so that I don't squint at the television
It makes my life easier, but the media has made it tough
Their influences and the consequential societal mentality,
has made my childhood rough
Beauty is said to be in the eyes of the beholder
Yet friendship is considered beauty,
when it gives you a shoulder
To cry on, is what I meant
Not literally
I mean it could
Just didn't want to be misunderstood
Why are glasses objectified,
like in The Princess Diaries
Is it not considered dignified
to not want your eyes to get all fiery?
Trust me, I'm just another person;
who needs the help of glasses
Media's interpretation has ruined this too,
to profit their theatrical farces
This is not an appraisal piece
for the object that makes us see well
This is a shoutout to those,
who feel pressurized by this societal shell
To define beauty may be complex,
but it should not be controlled by someone's interest
You're beautiful the way you are,
to have you the world is truly blessed

A while ago, when I woke up one day
All the colors had vanished,
everything was Grey

I didn't understand at first
I panicked a lot
I thought I was cursed

But part of me knew
A part deep inside
This was my cue

This wasn't death
I knew for one
This was worse

Whatever death is
Irrespective of how
It is shown

This was way worse
This was the worst
Than death itself
I can't say for sure

But I'm sure death is peaceful
Or so I have heard
From people who haven't ever died
Surprising

The feeling of heartbreak
Takes away all joy
And all colors

There's no peace
Only one thought
"why?"

It's a couple minutes before I bite the dust
And I know that's a fact, it's my gut that I trust
While a lifetime of memories flash by me
I'm a little excited as to what is next to see
But I'm saddened as well, as there were many things
That I had promised myself I would do
And back then, I knew,
That I was just lying
And now, I have a few moments to repent,
In my time of dying

+
A loved one once told me something
It took me a while to figure out
It wasn't a riddle or anything
I was just a child then,
Who only knew how to pout
;
I won't repeat the phrase
But I'll share what I have learned
Or at least what I think I have
;
You may have heard the age old saying:
"You only realize the worth of something after you've lost it"
The excitement of having something new in your life
Only lasts till the day you know it's not going to leave
;
But you think that it's not going to leave
For it has been with you for so long
For when it does leave, and it will someday
Don't expect to get it back with a heartbroken song
;
It is normal to not have a control over ourselves
Though I'm not saying that it's a good thing
You can't expect them to be only loyal to you
When you just call them a summer fling
;
You want what you want
But you must try to understand
That you won't always get what you want
;
I'm not saying giving up is the only option
But there are certain things
Over which time has run its course
And maturity lies
In understanding you can't get it by force
;
So give up on that endeavor
And choose a new passion
That can replace the negative energy
With a positive one
The hurt that you are feeling
On what you have lost
Can be directed to build your goals
But for that, you must prioritize at all costs
;
Try to get over the past
And as tough as it sounds
Try to work on your strengths
And never ignore those who stick around
;
When you've made a mistake
Have the courage to ask
For forgiveness from who you have hurt
Asking for forgiveness is the end of your task
Whether you truly mean it or not
Will only tell you
What kind of person you are
;
If you're lucky to get
A second or a third,
Or an umpteenth chance
Don't mess it up, please don't mess it up
;
And if you don't
Then maybe it's for the good
Or the bad
I really don't know
I'd give a biased answer
Because it would be on the experiences I have had
;
Stop taking things for granted
Be excited for what you love, as though it is new
You can't have everything in life, because
You can't have the cake and eat it too
-

An old and wise fellow once said,
"Don't trust the trees, but pray to its root"
We thought the man had lost his head
But in his his defense, he was hanging from a tree in a parachute
The tree had no pity, and I can tell you why
For it was poisonous, and the man soon died
The tree then looked at us, and said: "Don't be shy"
Was I dreaming? My friend bellowed: "RUN AND HIDE!"
Things around us were just an illusion
Yet the fear in me seemed too **** real
So we came to this abrupt conclusion
That maybe we didn't know how to feel
I looked above me into the vast, blue sky
But it had started to melt down on us because the sun was so bright
So I jumped into the lake, an in attempt to fly
My friend stayed back; he wanted to put up a fight
I had reached a place which had no concept of time
The sheep whizzed past, while the llamas crawled like snakes
My head hurt; I really craved some lime
So I went to the lighthouse to get a few milkshakes
An object or a person
Can be somewhat judged from their exterior
But all that glitters is not always gold
Don't mingle with those who make you feel inferior
There may be moments when you may feel
That you're the unluckiest of the lot
But to think and brood is no way to heal
You won't know your worth until you give a shot
You may choose to live in places that are close
To friends and family, or people you feel safe around
But they will get annoyed if you're constantly under their nose
While trying to please others, don't forget your own hearts sound
It's normal when things in life just don't make any sense
So just sit and admire the snowdrops and rainflakes
Relax, and breathe; try not to get tense
Take a time out from life; go grab some milkshakes

Gasping for breath on land is not normal; it's a sign
More than often, it means you're not fine
There's this feeling of fear, I don't know if you know
When you're gasping for breath in deep water, and everything's slow
Now maybe everyone hasn't swam or ****** when they tried
So just imagine the feeling of being engulfed; tide after tide
The water's too deep, and you can no longer swim
Even though you may know how to, you're frozen; limb to limb
You try to reach out to the shore, but it seems to go further away
You think you're swimming towards it, but part of you wants to stay
Now this feeling of drowning above sea level
May not make much sense, especially if you're on the shore admiring pebbles
I'm trying to equate the looming devil of one's mental health
To a person drowning in the sea by the tides that approach in stealth
Depression and anxiety never warn you by knocking on your door
They take you by surprise, sweeping you off your "safe" shore
But everyone has that basic survival instinct
To fight back to the shore so that they don't sink
But what can you possibly do when the tide is too strong
The strong may survive, while the weak sing the swan song
But the fact that you're still breathing, even if not as well as before
Should be enough to make you fight it back to the shore
The shore isn't the safe zone; hurdles are always coming
But as long as you're alive and kicking, don't ever stop swimming

Scared or afraid are words that don't matter
When you try something new; the illusions all shatter
You may judge things that you haven't done before
But to truly understand it, you must try it for sure
There's no force to do so, but you're gonna try anyway
It may be because you really want to, or because of what your friends say
What I'm trying to say is that don't judge a certain thing
If you haven't done it, don't act like you're its king
To appreciate or to understand, you must give it a shot
And don't worry if you're not good at it; some things aren't taught
Some things are done by everyone, some by just a few
Irrespective of that, you should always try something new

There's only two types of people in this world
Everything else is just propaganda that politics has hurled
It's unfair to judge people on something small
Categories like religion and cast aren't all
There are too many fools who rule the media
Don't get influenced by them; they don't need ya
There's only the bad and the good
It doesn't matter if they're from the "wrong neighborhood"
Try to understand the vibes people may give
Try to follow the code of: "Live and let live"
So now that you know, ask yourself: "Am I good or bad?"
You could be either based on your choices, or the experiences you've had

This one time back in the 80s, when I was young and naive
I used to work for mercs, who called themselves The Hive
Back then I told myself, this was just a phase of life
This was before I had 2 kids, and a beautiful, lovely wife
"When one door closes one opens", was the cliche motto I used
Little did I know it would be a door, that'd get me hella confused
The **** I'm talking about took place in Germany,
often known as the land of ideas
Yet I had no clue where I was,
I had left my map in an IKEA
I remembered a few details, like the name and the location
But it was hard to get around without any mode of transportation
Not knowing the language proved to be a pain in the ****
I was on the verge of giving up, I even sat down to smoke my grass
But by some miracle or the other, I remembered a known landmark
That was right next to the location, so I head out to **** Dorothy Stark
I finally arrived at the warehouse, that was owned by my victim
There was some German carved on the door; probably an age old dictum
I crept in as slow as I could, but the stealth was not required
In the warehouse was only a guard, whom Dorothy had probably hired
He obviously didn't know english, so I just kept hollering her name
He stared at me and scratched his *****; the ****** had no shame
He took his sweet time to reply, but was still of no help
So I shot both his kneecaps, and he let out a huge yelp
He finally let out something meaningful, or so i thought
He was muttering something in German, probably cursing me for the shot
So I pointed the gun at him, and he quaked in fear
"Tell me where Dorothy is, or you'll never have another beer"
He finally said something understandable, and so I took what I got
"The door on the left." He said; so I left, after another resounding shot
I took the door on the left, leaving the silent warehouse behind
What I saw on the other side, was my one great find
I knew she wasn't Dorothy, for she was too young for that
I dropped my gun when she saw me, and lifted my hat
My last assignment was left incomplete, as I'd found my new passion
It was love at first sight; our marriage was old fashioned
Dorothy was killed anyway, obviously  by the mercs
They helped me get a new name and a place; my job did have its perks
A few years down the line I finally told her what exactly I was doing before we met
She started laughing so hard, I thought she had lost her ****
In a quick flashback, I heard what the guard had said again
"THE Dorothy left, not the door on the left." This was ******* insane!
"When one door closes, another one does indeed open"
Was something I'd always recite after that day, before saying amen
Apparently in German, they say THE before the name
"I'm glad you opened that door. " She said, "I'm glad you came."

Numerous questions are asked everyday
It may be regarding the score, or your next pay
The question may be casual, or a meaningful one
One going around in Mumbai is: "When will we see the sun?"
I'm not berating people who ask too many questions
For they ultimately lead to answers that could be deep confessions
We've been told throughout our childhood that curiosity killed the cat
But that's not all; did you know that satisfaction brought it back?
In a piece centered around questions, I was bound to ask one too
But this isn't about all kinds of questions, it's about one asked by a few
It's a simple, yet important one, and might even make your life less ******
So be sure to ask yourself, if you don't already: "Am I happy?"

I'm in love and suddenly everything seems rather good
I caught myself whistling while I walked down the neighborhood
Everything seems very beautiful and I've started noticing things
The flowers have just bloomed and the birds never stop to sing
Being in love has similar properties to that of a drug
It drives me mad at times, the only cure being her hug
Love is the best thing in the world, and now I ain't afraid of life
I can deal with anything, as long as she's by my side
I tend to forget the surroundings when she's in my sight
My heart fell a little when we had our first fight
I always though that honesty and loyalty is all that we needed
If the relationship felt empty, our love would keep it feeded
I've never been so wrong, and **** it! I was so sure
You cannot have it all when you're still so immature
To love and be with someone is actually an intricate process
But when you find someone right, you're able to share the stress
She may have been right for me, but who's to say I was right for her
The Universe has its plans; well, **** the Universe cuz it still hurts
I'm blaming external factors even though I'm entirely to blame
You know you've ****** up bad when you can't even hear the name
The colors have faded from my world, everything looks too raw
I cannot look at things of beauty without pointing out a flaw
How can I love again, when in me I have no trust
Kinda explains why I'm always running after lust
The pain generated from failed love is what hurts the most
I wish I could control my own thoughts, but I'm no longer the host
We're never warned about heartbreak, we're only told about love
Ever wonder about the rotting body of a beautiful dove?
This poem has no happy ending, I should've warned you before
But that's what life's about, you seldom know what's in store
There's no learning here either, just a little piece of advice
Always try to live in the moment, try to enjoy what's nice
My thoughts are flawed, as you can see, I'm still in a lot of pain
I haven't completely matured just yet, I'm still in a dark lane
My vision is blurred as I keep thinking, while trying to regain my stance
For I had just one life to love her, and I completely blew that chance

A similarity that exists between dusk and dawn
Is that neither gives a **** if you are gone
I might sound rough, but isn't it true
You're just a tiny part of nature, so let me tell you
All that ego in your veins, and that ignorance on your nose
Will make you fall someday, turn your friends into your foes
All this lust for material things in the world of the greedy
Has made us all sinners, for we all ignore the needy
For we all want a life that is lush and full of leisure
How many of us would stop ours cars to help a man having a seizure
See, I'm not saying you must stop all your work and help those in need
For we live in a type of world that pays us just enough to feed
There are people who make exorbitant amounts,
and maybe they do help out
Or maybe they don't because of some problems,
so they just sit there and pout
Ok so maybe you don't always need money in order to help
You could get someone to smile when they're not, or just adopt a whelp
See, everyone has restrictions on just how much they're able to do
So if you're at a better position than most, please make sure you help just a few
See, but even some people at better positions,
may also at times need a hand
For money and cars are not always enough,
that's something you must understand
I'm starting to think I sound like a privileged brat,
i'm just trying to paper my thoughts
For I'm never able to speak these aloud,
unless I'm down 7 shots
I'm just an average person who thinks way too much,
so please consider my above mentioned plea
I still have lots to say, so if you're kind enough,
would you mind waiting for part 3?

I love to ****
Mosquitoes
Were you taken aback for a second
Do you like Doritos
Am I wasting your time
I'm sorry if I am
You see, I don't really talk much
I'm never taken seriously by my fam
So maybe you'll understand when I tell you that idk what to say
I mean I do know what to say
But I find it tough to express it; anyway
I find society annoying
But I understand it is essential
For if we lived like animals
The ensuing chaos will be consequential
I'm not referring to the animals we tame
Nor am I denying that chaos is already here to say
Do you now understand what I meant when I said
That idk what to say even though I do know what to say
My flow of speech is flawed
The things I think are absurd
The most common thing that I'm told
Is that I've strayed too far from the herd
I've come to an understanding about our world
As in, most people that we live around
Like to live within their perceptions
Things outside of it, to them, is an unfamiliar sound
I'm not some smart Saint or prophet
I'm just an average person; an equal
Who has a lot of things to say
But to hear them all, stay tuned for the sequel

I need calm, I need peace
I don't want to worry about salary or lease
I don't want to worry about worldly woes
I just want a break from my daily chores
I know a way I could attain this peace for ever
But if I take that step, you'd see me never
But at this point, I don't really mind
No words will help, rude or kind
I need some peace, I need some calm
Tonight's the last night when I cause any harm

I'm always hungry even though I just ate a while ago
If I go without food for 2 hours my brain works kinda slow
I eat all the time, even when I'm driving
I wonder how it'll be to eat when I'm sky diving
But there's a particular food that I always crave
And if I don't get it, I tend to misbehave
It's amazing and delicious, my favorite cake
I'd go to any lengths for it, no matter what the stake
I'd eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
I'd marry a pâtissier even if he was a sinner
When it comes to cake I show an utmost devotion
My bucket list includes having cake by the ocean
But something happened this summer, which makes me tremble in fear
And now when someone says "Cake" I tend not to go near
I was in Spain, and I was looking for some cake
I was whining and crying; my friend ignorantly sipped her milkshake
So I walked on ahead and finally found a baker
I paused my music; I was listening to Chet Faker
I walked over to him and shouted "I WANT CAKE"
He looked at his buddies and said, "This is the one we take"
The baker and Co. suddenly picked me up; I was too scared to shout
I just wanted my cake and I had no idea what this was about
I tried to escape but it proved to be rather hard
My friend had no idea I was missing; she was looking for an SD card
I didn't wanna think about what might happen, I just wanted to go home
The men had brought me to an outhouse that had a ceiling shaped like a dome
Then they placed me down gently, and were almost too polite
I turned around once I could finally stand and couldn't believe the sight
A crowd was waiting at the back, just waiting to yell "Surprise!"
A man shouted: "You fools! You brought the wrong girl, she isn't even the same size"
They apologized profusely, but honestly I couldn't care less
I just wanted to have my cake and get away from this mess
I walked back past the bakers shop and heard something that gave me déjà vu
"I want cake" said a tall girl; she smiled at me, she didn't have a clue

Thinking all day about things that won't happen
Is a hobby you should avoid, else your mood will surely dampen
But what can you possibly do when you think back to those days
When life was so much better, even without that purple haze
It's okay to reminisce, but too much of it leads to brooding
Living in your world of dreams is unhealthy, even though it's soothing
When things are bad I like to go down memory lane
And re live past memories while trying to bury the pain
But burying the pain only strengthens its roots
No point in growing an apple tree if you can't reap its fruits
This dream like state of mine has made me somewhat curious
The questions are legit, yet my answers make me furious
I'm at a conflict with myself and I don't know which one's right
The dreams never seem to stop and I'm not talking about the ones at night
Would you give anything to go back in the past,
to save that relationship that was never meant to last?
And even though you know you can never really change
You'd make that empty promise to have your life neatly arranged
These dreams are the result of the hearts numerous desires
And so we avoid the truth and grow an affinity for the liars
As humans we need some sort of goal to be able to mentally function
Because only thinking without doing could lead to self destruction
If you think too much about your past you're bound to get lost
The present goes to waste and the future is the cost
What will happen over time is not fully in your hand
Some call it the Butterfly Effect and some call it God's Plan
I could say things will get better, and you could say the same thing
But to see that truly happen, you must be your own King

There's this weird little man
who goes around town
Bringing smiles to children faces
though for some reason giving the elders a reason to frown
For they've always told their kids
to stay away from strange folk
So it's quite understandable to see their frowns
when all the kids run towards this strange bloke
He's short and round and has a smile plastered to his face
Elders all had their doubts, for yes
he's look like a serial killer if you handed him a mace
To see a strange man giving away happiness
was to them very strange
The elders could only puzzle over this
it was beyond their range
But they didn't want to be their child's villain
so they let me run to the balloon man
He'd look at the small things and smile
While he filled air in their balloons from his van
He'd collect his commission
though only from the elder
Told one of them that
the van was his only shelter
Soon they got used to him
and treated the balloon man as their own
They gave him food and a place to live
and even gave him a phone
But the balloon man was as humble as ever
and all he ever wanted was for the kids to smile
And everyday you could see several kids
waiting outside his van in a single file
A few days later something strange occurred
stranger than the town had ever seen
The little ones of Noxi Zeppelin behaved strange
they behaved kind of...mean
The little ones were the cute ones
and were the pride of the town
But now their loving smiles had vanished
and were replaced by a menacing frown
They created havoc in their houses
and like little rats tried to chew off ears
The frightened elders weren't prepared for this
they thought they'd have to deal with this in the teen years
The little town of Noxi Zeppelin
was now filled with squeals of mischief
The only one not surprised by this
was the balloon man, whose smile had grown stiff...

It's okay to start afresh, it's okay to begin again
The best part about it is the brand new adrenaline
Don't be afraid, it's nothing you haven't done before
You know you're the best at it so why not give it an encore
We all have that phase where You starts to question You
But even a Phoenix sacrifices itself to become something better and new
We've all questioned ourself, we've all had that doubt
But it's not good to keep that anger inside, someday you've gotta shout
But don't be too late or it'll be lost forever
And then you won't be able to find it, never ever
So rise from your ashes, stronger than before
You're gonna surprise yourself when you see what you've got in store
The special thing about this is there's no losing or winning
It all boils down to the New Beginning...

Federalism: it's just another political concept
It's the reason why so many law students have wept
Through this a group of members are bound together by a covenant
It makes it easier for the smooth functioning of the government
A Unitary State: it's a state governed by a single power
It enables one man to stand above all like a tower
The ultimate power rests with the central government
Thus making rules easier to implement
So which is the better one; which one is more "right"?
Are we all foolish enough to turn this debate into a fight?
Some countries choose Federalism, some opt for the Unitary State
But in the end the functioning, and not the type of government will predict their fate...

It's a complicated thing, this memory
It stays with you forever, even though you think it's temporary
That first ice cream you had, those first lips you tasted
It's all somewhere within you, that memory is never wasted
The human brain is something that's way too tough to comprehend
It's your road to nirvana, not your friend
But enlightenment is another story
This poem isn't about your glory
What would you do if you could erase
A certain memory of a person or a phase
Would you forget your past mistakes
I wouldn't because it's always hail before beautiful snow flakes
What I meant was you mature when you do something the wrong way
That's why a higher power has given us tomorrow, a new day
To improve, to look back and to be a better you
To finally improve on that age old recipe of stew
Would you forget a person of love or hate
Block them out, close the gate
But the people you meet in your life all play a role
Whether big or small, they help improve your soul
A memory is not just of the past, it's a Page complete
Tear that out and your story will be incomplete
The only erasing that should be done is negativity from your head
So keep them memories intact, and keep room for the ones that you're gonna make on the road ahead...

Oh look at us
We're the country with a huge population
And so are bound to have a huge population of idiots too
And here's what a few idiotic things we do:
Lets ban beef you know
Cuz it's holy
But at the same time eat other animals like pig and chicken
And even mistreat some animals
But yeah no beef guys
Otherwise five years of imprisonment
And it completely makes sense ok
Even though the jail time for man - slaughter
is 2 years
Lets ban videos which contain a few abusive words
Cuz they're totally a threat to the nation
And on the other hand lets put up videos
And make rapists famous
Lets listen to their views on why they *****
And let them go
I mean
Mistakes happen, right?

What's happening to my country...

There's a feeling you know
A feeling deep inside
One that cannot be rightly expressed
You may show it with anger, love or pain
Some may hide it with a smile
But the strongest remain completely silent
It's a feeling of being neglected
It's when you feel dejected

So
Are you saying that
My ****** preference is your business?

So
Are you saying that
I sleep with every man I am nice to?

So
Are you saying that
The only way I will succeed is to write a stupid three hour paper?

So
Are you saying that
My opinions don't matter because because I'm a "minority"?

So
Are you saying that
Trying to call homosexuality a sin is not a sin but not calling **** a sin is right?

So
Are you saying that
The only important matter at hand is getting votes?

So
Are you saying that
I'm not getting that job because of the details on my bio data?

So
Are you saying that
All men should be blamed for a crime committed by a few monsters?

So
Are you saying that
All the government does is ban videos?

So
Are you saying that
Everyone is equal but if I don't have money I become less equal?

So
Are you saying that
I should believe in you and then get stabbed in the back?

You speak too much.
Shut up.

My mission in life is not too complex
It isn't to cause hate, nor is it to impress
It's quite simple, but only if you see it the right way
I try achieving this goal every single day
It's right when they say this world's too small for hate
It saddens me when peace is disrupted among a country or a state
So I try to start small but make an impact big
To get a smile on that face; Oink Oink I'm a pig
A smile on that face is the prettiest thing in this world
It will handle any object your life has hurled
Happiness is contagious; it gives everyone a reason to smile
It speaks volumes about you; way more than your resume file
To make someone smile or get someone's heart burst with joy
Is something I'd do in a jiffy without being joy
So get ready for this ball of happiness, it's coming to you
Together lets change this world and give it something new
So put a smile on someone's face and just see the satisfaction you get
It's like freeing an animal from a cage or a net
It loosens your burdens and makes you feel lighter
How do you think some are cured of cancer? Medicines? No no...Their smiles are the real fighter
So get rid of this negativity cavity
And spread around the positivity
So heal the world and make it a better place
Life is a group activity, not an individual race...

It's a blood bath again
one that's taking place after a long time
Both sides have a strong army
and the clocks ticking like a powerful enzyme
Men, women and children;
all are going to have participated
This fight's not been influenced
no one has been forcefully stipulated
I guess that's the only beauty here
everyone's fighting for their blood
The very same blood which in two days
will have caused a huge flood
They're gonna fight to the end
no one's gonna back out
They're gonna let you leave once you're in
no matter how much you shout
It may go on for days, it may go one for months
depending how many are willing to stake their lives
So don't being bring guns, you'll run outta amo
just bring your guts...and yeah bring more knives....

Shout out loud
that's what you wanna do
Be a part of the crowd
That's what makes you live

Take all the drugs
blow some cash
Too much of those hair-bugs
Sneak the car and drive

You crave ***
You crave glory
You crave attention
But that's another story

You wanna be all cool
you'll do whatever it takes
You ain't abiding no rule
you try to make history

You crave pleasure
you want money
You want power
******* all it's way too sunny

It's the teenage life
Abortions, drugs, *** and ****
You have your kids without a wife
You live life like there's no tomorrow
You live life like there's no tomorrow...

Born as a no one, destined to be a some one
Born ugly, but grew up to stun
Cut off from the rest from the very start
He paid no heed and said : "Here smell my ****"
No one wasted their time on him so he did the same
His controversial attitude didn't stop him from shooting to fame
"This ain't one to fight for"
said the doctor to the nurse
If he could then, oh
how he'd curse
The black sheep in the herd of white
Not losing any chance to fight
He had his own world, he had his own life
This is the story of a scentless apprentice....

It's a thunderstorm when the both of us are together
It'd probably be easier if we were birds of a feather
Sparks flew off the first time we met
It wasn't much of a story, it started off as a bet
We both know it's wrong but we can't stay apart
Pulling the trigger will only take us to the start
No lubricant in the world can ease the friction in between
If I'm the king babe you're the queen
It's suicidal, it's catastrophic; that's all that is in store
These frantic moments of kamikaze love is what I live for...

Tis' the last month of the year,
so it's bound to get cold
Time for the year to pass by,
it's gotten too old
It's the month of Christmas,
a month to remember
After 11 months of anticipation,
it's finally December
The year gone by,
is just another book
The story depends on,
the type of story you undertook
Memories are made,
and so is history
But no one looks back,
everyone wants to uncover tomorrows mystery
The dying year,
gleams unlike its age
A phoenix will rise from the ashes,
fresh with a new page
Do the right thing and,
wisely play the years last few games
For the phoenix will rise,
so at the end, let December glow in flames....

T'was long ago way before Christ
Sometime before Adam and Eve had rised
He looked upon his creation feeling quite proud
But something was missing; he could point it out in the crowd
'He' was Almighty, The Creator....God
His creation in front of him was anything but flawed
But it was too plain, like food without salt
Suddenly God realised what was his fault
It is said that the human body has the universe in them
From iron to water, from gold to magnesium
God had spent centuries designing this new creature
He had given it His all, designed every feature
Now as he stood admiring his work he felt a pang of guilt
Would the liquids leak out? Nah, the skin was smoother than a quilt
He'd forgotten something crucial which would make his creature unique
The body was a tad bit common; Apes had the same physique
All creatures had a brain, that's how they worked
The brain helped them survive, as they stealthily lurked
But what was that one thing that could build more than strength
Which could build emotions up to any length
It would build love, it would give pain
It would create demons that just wanted to gain'
It would latch onto the body like a parasitic insect
But most important of all it would never be perfect
He placed the beating red thing inside which would later be called a heart
He stood there admiring his last piece of Art
His work done, stood the Master of the Universe...God
His creation in front oh him was now perfectly flawed...

Staying away from you has left me pained
But the moment I speak to you my smiles are no longer feigned
You're a continent away but we're still so strong
Everyday I pray that nothing goes wrong
The seas between us is nothing compared
To the love we've ignited which has reared
The engine roaring in a desperate way
Everything's the same; You're just over the hills and far away
Distance is hard but it's just love on test mode
Faith is the only suitable pass code
Distance indeed makes our love grow
It makes us excited for what is in store
Distance gives you a heart ache and makes you depressed
It tortures you from inside and renders you helpless
But even in a hurricane when you hold on to something tight
You know you'll get through this without a fight
Your dreams are filled with the person you love
You start noticing the beauty of nature; the flowers, the dove
You look forward to meet even though it might take a while
Every time you think of it, it makes you smile
It might be hard but it's something worth holding on
It makes you happy to think that for them you were born

Long, long ago
in a city no one's heard about
Erupting through the silence
was a frightened shout
It came from the doctor's house
around the time of dawn
All were crowded around
the stranger's newborn
She had come to seek shelter
with a stomach so large
The doctor knew it was time
and immediately took charge
Some were afraid
so they left the town
Those who stayed back
wore a huge frown
They didn't understand
how babies were born
So when the stranger gave birth
there was a scream at dawn
All the townsfolk
marveled at nature's beauty
The doctor was nowhere to be seen
he had fulfilled his duty...

It's Sunday evening, it's time to play
I go approach her, I ask her to stay
She gives me a smile so we go have some fun
I leave on Monday morning before the sun
I work all day without my thoughts drifting away I don't even remember that chicks name who I had asked to stay
But the moment I got back from work...
It's Monday evening with a troubled heart
Yeah Monday evening with a trifled heart
Poor old Monday evening with a troubled heart
I can't bear the thought of us apart
She was so much better than the last ones
She's awesome and she always stuns
She had the qualities that no one else had
She was good in some ways and in some ways bad
I can't seem to remember that name
No means to communicate with that beautiful dame
I crave for love because I'm so alone
I have no one to call when I pick up my phone
This affection gives me motivation to stay alive
I have the most fabulous of cars but no one to take on a drive
Money isn't everything, it can't buy you happiness
Instead of keeping you better off it leaves you in a mess
For you get so addicted to money you forget everyone else
To a point that no one visits you anymore and you're as useless as the house bells
Loved one are the greatest wealth
They keep you happy and in good help
But I've lost them all so point in brooding
Oh, I'm such a fool to have fallen in love again
Love is for the weak
But I fall in love every week
Be it Katherine or Alex or even Susan
For these girls help me to loosen
That burden that's over me
From which I can never flee...

And it's Sunday evening again and it's time to play
I go approach her and ask her to stay
She's definitely better than the last one
She smiles so we go have some fun
And it's Monday evening with a troubled heart, again....

I thought it would change by the time I grow old
But it only multiplied by about a ten - fold
There some things in life you can never get rid of
It sticks to you like a bad cough
The anger boils inside the same way it did before
And the beast gets stronger in proportion to how much I store
The bright side is that I have learnt to tame the beast
The dark side is that I have never denied it a feast
From a bad habit it has turned into a passion
Every time it changes its fashion
The satisfaction I get when I let the beast out
Is by far my most dangerous side without any doubt
As hard as I may try I can never change
This is my destiny however much I find it strange
I may be well civilised during day light
But I resort to my hunger as soon as it's night
No no don't worry I'm not a vampire
I can walk about during the day without glowing or catching fire
Not everything changes in this fast - changing world
In the last 30 years this truth has slowly unfurled
"Old habits die hard" is my new belief
After every hunt I give a sigh of relief
You may give a person money or a lot of fame
But, my friends, The Song Remains The Same...

The names castle and I write books for a living
This talent of mine is completely Gods giving
The genre of the books I write is mystery
I love to explore my characters history
All was going well and I was making a living off the books
Until I learnt my plots were being converted into reality by some crooks
Of course, the police first suspected me
I knew I was innocent so I didn't attempt to flee
And that was when I first met gorgeous miss Kate
My meeting her was a game played by fate
Don't judge a book by its cover; she was a ******* cop
And to catch a criminal at nothing would she stop
So I helped miss Beckett with all the information I had
I really liked her and to have her as a partner I was glad

Hey;... I'm high again'
I forgot to say amen
Please pass me that purple haze
This is just another phase
I can hardly walk
I hear gibberish when I talk
My head is splitting open
But I like this...
Everything is so **** hazy
And I feel so lazy
And my vision; yeah it *****
But I don't give a f...
I'm dazed and confused
Although a little bit amused
I wish this feeling never stops
This feeling turns me on....
I sense my senses going
Used sense twice what am I doing
I need some space
I can only see her face
I'm dazed and confused
For those substances I abused
Forgive me Lord for I have sinned
I feel lighter than the wind
I don't ever wanna get outta this feeling
This caged freedom is my new life...

Let me tell you a story about a Boy
Who had a broomstick and a wand as his toy
But alas! Nothing ever goes right
The only thing the Boy remembers from his childhood is a flash of green light
He was orphaned at the age of one
Lily died protecting her son
And his mother's love was a magic he would always carry
His last name was Potter; his first name Harry...
He was the only one to survive the unforgivable curse
No one knew how the spell had fired in reverse
For baby Harry had survived this curse in his cot
The monster who had tried to **** him was Lord Voldemort
The only thing left behind by this curse was what made him special - his scar
But his non magic relatives who took him in lied that it was the result of the crash of a car
Muggles was the name given to these non magic folks
Magic would stare them in the eye and they would still call it a hoax
It was not till his 11th birthday that Harry discovered the truth
When the giant Hagrid broke down the door; a sight that would give nightmares to any youth
While they were all trying to make sense of this human-giant hybrid
'You're a wizard, Harry' revealed Hagrid
Now it all made sense to Harry; the strangeness, the magic
And no his parents did not die in a car; it was way more tragic
So now Harry finally began his seven years at Hogwarts
And it was ensured that the strangeness would multiply now onwards
Harry was surprised to find out that the whole wizarding world knew about him
They were surprised to find out that Harry was not spoiled, but good - natured and slim
So on 1st September Harry Potter boarded the Hogwarts Express
Those who saw him gave him a look of impress
On this train he made his first friends and foe
But that was Harry's new life - with them he would grow
Potions, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts to name a few
Those were their subjects and to Harry they were completely new
Thee year passed by without him knowing
And before he knew it, it was already snowing
He became the youngest seeker in a 100 years
It was not until the end of the year that he faced his worst fears
The monster that had tried to **** him had returned
But Harry cheated death again though he almost burned
In the seven years he had many an adventure
The Forbidden Forest was a place he promised himself he would never again venture
He reunited with his Godfather who had been wrongly framed
Harry was the only one to pass out because of the dementors which made him extremely ashamed
The potions master he hated had a history very long
It was only after Snape died Harry realised about him he had been so wrong
Dumbledore's Army finally overthrew Umbridge's reign
The only potion that controlled Lupin was Wolfsbane
This poem has the story in a very haphazard plot
Harry found out how to end Lord Voldemort
For this all the Horcruxes had to be destroyed
This was possible due to Dobby - your argument is void
In these seven years Harry understood friendship and love
Oh and his patronus was a stag; not a rabbit or a dove
To succeed in life you needn't go a great length
Just turn your weakness into your strength
The scar wasn't a curse; it was his gift
This story is about The Boy Who Lived...

People say then can't do it no more
That they can't live with the strife
They gave up way too easily
And end up picking up the kitchen knife
But I do not agree
There's so much more to life
Whether it's hunting down a new burger joint
Or watching the Sunday game with the kids and the wife
Each one is born with a purpose
That purpose may be big or small
Curing cancer or bringing a smile to someone's face
How you see it is your call
Giving up is a phrase everyone should forget
It is merely an illusion
You were made to do something special
Don't let those 2 words be an intrusion
Yes, it is good to be important
But it is more important to be good
Getting hate in a few eyes to help the needy
That's an important lesson taught to us by Robin Hood
But don't get me wrong I'm not putting any pressure
You needn't cure cancer while you're here
The best thing one can do, in my opinion
Is bring out a smile from someone's tear...

Sometimes it flows softly in your ears
Leaving you in tears
Because the impact it creates is deep
And this is a memory you'd want to keep
Music, whether it's soft or loud
Each has a mood, sad or proud
Each has a different tune, a different meaning
Each, to someone or the other, is appealing
The world of music is vast
A world where no one feels like an outcast
The genres in music greatly vary
The instruments that create music are legendary
Music with deep meaning is a trend
Though for some it may be hard to comprehend
Music without words is actually the latest trend
There are people who judge you on your music taste and only then agree to be your friend
The rock music that you love may, for others be scary
Next time you break a tooth, request a musical tooth from the tooth fairy...

Last thing I remember was falling through the dark
No longer was I troubled if whether I'd make a mark
No fear, no sadness, no emotions at all
In doubt whether I should stand, sit or crawl
This new world around me is so vague
Wondering what to do with nothing at stake
I feel a wild wind but I have no mood to fly a kite
Is there any use eating when I no longer have an appetite?
But the troubles and miseries have all gone away
Come to think of it, nothing actually did stay
My body's lying somewhere now completely rotten
The person who I was is now completely forgotten
There's an emptiness within, which I can't define
No God to pray to so who should I enshrine?
The emptiness I feel has replaced the stress
Everything I have ever learned is now rendered useless
No expectations to live up to, no hearts to win
All emotions and manners are as good as in the dustbin
For this feeling is something I've never felt before
It's something like content; I'm not sure
All the worries of life I have left behind
No more waking up to life's everyday grind
My mind may be locked but I don't wonder about the keys
For now, I can finally rest in peace...

Snow, water and sun set
This is one view I will never forget
The mountains towering before and behind me
You want to wake up to a panoramic view? Staying here is the key
A small city in the backdrop
Cafés if you're hungry, malls if you want to shop
Pigeons swooping down for a piece of bread
Reminds me of how grateful i am to be well fed
Kids and adults both come here for a break
Sitting peacefully on the side and admiring the vast lake
The mountain is a resting body with the clouds as its blanket
But it rests peacefully, unlike Titanics destructive doomberg that sank it
Far across I can see the boats sailing to their destination
Can't believe this whole picture is within one nation...

What is immortal, can you tell me?
The land that you stand on or the imperial sea?
However strong you are, you're subject to change
Everything will get destroyed, even the great Himalayan range
And for all this, the root cause is time
You can see the ill waiting fearfully on their beds as the clocks chime
Everything has an end, nothing lives forever
No not even the intelligent ; even Einstein died despite being so clever
Time is the little **** which has you in its paws, no matter how hard you strive
So live life to its fullest ; it's not like you're getting out alive...

Everyone has a demon inside them
Even the Pope of Vatican City has one in his stem
We adore beauty so much that we get mesmerized by what we see
But once we're too close to the demon, it's too late to flee
The whole truth lies in the eyes
You get close to a person and they get as clear as a cloudless sky
But don't we all know that the sky is not blue
The sun gives its effect to hide what is true
The demons inside try their best to hide
They come out when your anger rises like a rising tide
But the demons can be kept on a leash; they are animals after all
But you must be peaceful with oneself and never fall
Because the most dangerous animal is the one who frees itself by breaking its chain
So sometimes try to actually be happy instead of trying to feign...