Look up at the sky
Once in a while
And I hope
The pollution
Doesn't cloud
Your judgment
On how beautiful,
Enigmatic,
And scary
The universe really is
;
It's always there
Around us
In front of us
Yet we seem to be so ignorant
To the beauties
Created by
That higher power
;
Instead
We foolishly
Choose
To focus on
The smaller picture
When it's really the bigger picture
That should be marveled
And experienced
And most of all
In some way or the other
Understood

He was confined to his room and seldom left the house
His parents were scared of the attention he may arouse
At 3 months itself he had started to speak
Relatives never stayed in touch because they thought he was a freak
With an IQ level higher than Albert Einstein
If he was let go he would definitely be enshrined
At the age of 7 he had deciphered meta physics
The reason for this boy being so smart was apparently his brain being psychedelic
At the age of 9, his parents found a hand made robot under his bed
And a self made bike, like never seen before, in their shed
He never went to school and was tutored at home
Though he never needed either due to his extraordinary chromosone
His weakness was the ordinary; he couldn't calculate when to break or when to steer
On the other hand, his eidetic memory allowed him to recite all 154 sonnets of William Shakespeare
The only real fear for the parents was the world finding out
Nothing stays in; the suspicious neighbors broke in, saw his works and let out a shout
So the parents took the boy and made a run for it
The boy trailed behind clueless;  this wasn't his area of wit
But nothing can stay a secret in this world of nosy men
The government, in no time, located their den
His parents didn't want him to get into the wrong hands; but they couldn't even ask him to run
And that's why The Boy Who Knew Too Much would never again see the sun...

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...

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."

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...

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?"

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

There's no time
To stop
Or think
There's no time
To rest
And blink
There's no time
To brood
Or repent
There's no time
To count
What you spent
There's no time
To enjoy
The taste
There's no time
When you're
In haste
There's no time
To love
All the way
There's no time
To forget
That heartbreak
There's no time
To cure
Your pain
There's no time
So you lie to yourself
In vain
There's no time
To enjoy
The view
There's no time
To live
A few
;
Time won't stop
You need to
;
For you will repent
The day
It dawns on you
That
There's no time

Why i can't get over you
Is a question
For another day
Though it should be
Thought about
As soon as possible
But that's not the point
The point
Is to wish you
A happy
And successful
Life
Because you deserve
All the love and happiness
That the world
Can give
I thought it was me
Who would be giving you
All that
But alas
That's not how it turned out
Because I wasn't the right
I wish I was the right one
But that's not
For me
To decide
Either way
I'm glad you're happy
Even though part of me
Isn't glad
That it's not me
Who's making you
Happy
But as long as you're happy
I am
To an extent
Happy
Because I know
What you did
Was
The right thing

Infinite thoughts everyday
But very few are spoken
So many things to say
But the mouthpiece
Seems broken
Because
Saying some of those things
Have repercussions
That you might not
Be ready for
That's why we procrastinate
Because the outcome
Seems unsure
Why spoil a good thing
Why take the risk
So we stay silent
And let the world
Go on
As it was
And then when time passes
We look back at that lost time
That wasted opportunity
And think
And then repent
That maybe
Things would have been better
And prettier
Had you just
Been upfront
Yes, things could have
Also
Gone different
Maybe not in your favor
But alas
You'll never know
;
So just remember
That whenever
Such an opportunity
Does turn up
Maybe go for it
And find out
Or
Forever hold your peace

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...

Living life
Just for the sake
Of living it
Speaks volumes
About
The person concerned
;
When said person
Is so done
With the same old life
That all they think about is
"When will this end?",
It is understood
That the person
Is living
For a reason
That is not
Chosen
By them
;
It's like
A person
Has died inside
But their motor functions
Are still operational
So that
The people for whom
These functions are performed
Do not haunt
The spirits of
These dead people walking

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

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?

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...

Tomorrow never comes
Don't trust tomorrow
Try banking on today
Tomorrow's a relative term
The phrase
"I'll do it tomorrow"
Is a blatant lie
Tomorrow never comes
It's all about today
;
Yesterday was history
Tomorrow is a mystery
But today
Today is a gift
That's why it's called
Present

It's two minutes to midnight
Yet hardly anyone
Flinches
We continue to take
Our home
For granted
Because important things
Seem to be defined
By the only thing that matters:
Money
While real problems
Go unnoticed
Pressing issues
That need to be tended to
Are shown a blind eye
And even as I write this
Our home
Keeps getting destroyed
By us
And the likes of us
And while some of us
Complain and rant about it
We are, one way or another,
Responsible
For the incoming doom
That will inevitably be
Humankind's plight
As the clock ticks faster
Towards midnight

Falling into a
Timeless abyss
While the world
Carries on
As it should
;
Not a care
Or concern
Of anything material
While
Drowning in thoughts
Of
Things
That 'a reasonable person'
Would consider
Unnecessary

Living is a punishment for our past life sins
If you disagree you can throw your criticism in the dustbin
Waking up just to face that ******* all over again
I don't even care if my poems or whatever you call it rhyme anymore
I guess this is the one place I can vent out my anger
I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you by coming in your news feed you can block me you know
But i keep questioning myself
Why live life which is gonna go unnoticed; just gives me more stress
Meh I think I need therapy or maybe just food
Why am i in this lousy mood
Hahah it rhymed up there^
Writing is my only breakthrough
So i wish one day i can look back at this thing and have a hearty life
no relax im not suicidal just having a bad time
and believe it or not writing nonsense feels so good i can actually feel the pressure lifting
it's like a gift he's given all of us, write and feel your mood shifting
there i did it again :D
too a happier life
and the end of my strife

If you're looking
For a reason
To be happy
Then it's not
A good
Sign

My country says that same *** marriage is illegal
They have put a ban on it and 10 years imprisonment
They have the time to make such decisions
But not the time to put a protection on women
In a country where women feel animals are safer than them
In a country where 1.3 billions reside
The Supreme Court's decision on 11th December, 2013 has made me believe that elders aren't always right
Even if they think they are
That the government has some deep flaws
That the future of our generation are a bunch of blind sheep following the sherpa

It gives me energy
It gives me life
It gives me a reason
To end my strife
I look forward
To tomorrow
Because
Of
This ***
My favorite beverage
H2O

I don't know about destiny, or fate
I don't know if these things are real
Or just a fairytale
To make people believe
When they may have no reason to
To give strength to those
Who may have lost all hope
I don't know if there's a God
Or if this is all a simulation
If it's all a pre planned game
Or just some absurd coincidence
But there must be some reason
For the existence of all that we see
There must be some form of energy
that gets to decide
Of
What is, and what should never be