Get rid of your phobia

Do you wanna get rid of your phobia,
then you gotta practice necrophilia
your life's running on the razor's edge
can you survive all the wreckage?

corpses never hurt you nor they scratch ya
no fuss bout caring saying i love ya
its all on you and your choices now
can you make all outta the advantage?

peeps might say you are a daemon
gross,gory,yuck suck and pathetic
they just cant get through their phobia
that's why they ignore necrophiliaaaaaahhhhh

If you wanna get rid of your phobia
then you gotta practice necrophilia
your life's running on the razor's edge,
can you survive all this wreckage?

your life's....ah ah ah ah ah ahah
then you gotta....ah ah ah ah ah ahah
necrophiliahhaahahahah for your phobiaaah..for your phobiaaahh...necrophilyeaaaaahhh!

The Binary Poem

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Water, thy had done a slaughter

The running stream, like silent dream,
was ever fantasizing.

The drops of rain, like silent pain,
were always tantalizing.

The gift of God, a forceful nod,
no soul were anticipating.

The rains were high, then pains and sighs,
the water level rising.

The winds flew fast, like a softer blast,
the dams were overflowing.

The days were wet, the nights were wet,
the ground was seldom showing.

The people strive, trying to survive.
like a graveyard was floating.

Corpses here, and bodies there,
the scene was traumatizing.

The helpless cried, the needy died,
and homeless people mourning.

Mom and dad were never sad,
till they saw their dead son floating.

Brother, sister, son and daughter,
the families were shrinking.

oh lovely rain, your gushing stream
had done a deadly slaughter.

"Rain...thous shalt fall!"

Love the ambiance
love the sound
the music of the water
love is all it has to offer
Rain, thou shalt fall and shower your love
Rain thou shalt fall.

Rain, thou shalt fall,
the sand is deserted
clouds are seldom seen
love the touch of thy slow drops.
The land has gone through
years of lonely pain.
This year, rain, thou shalt fall.

Rain, thou shalt fall
the sun is winning, the long continual battle
screeching to the heat are dying our cattle
and Ah...a drop falls down the sky
wetting the unending floor
Alas, thank you God
as rain has opened its door,

Love the blue sky, love the wet ground
and love the humid smell
At last, Rain, I thank thou,
for casting upon us
your magic spell.
Rain, thank thou, but thou had ought to fall!

What Life Giveth Thee

Headless horseman in my dreams,
blood of humans running in streams;
what life giveth thee o' almighty lord,
cruelty, disasters, mourning and screams.

Awakened are the devils,
rising are the perils;
what life giveth thee o' almighty lord,
floods, famines, poverty and deaths.

Vanished thy humanity, cherished is insanity,
all in blood right from toe till the cavity;
what life giveth thee o' almighty lord,
disgrace, dishonour, despair and demolition.

Alas a butterfly, ventured into the sky,
expanding its scope, in search of hope;
what life giveth thee o' almighty lord,
failure, ambush, regret and suicide.

was there Kabir, Kalidasa and buddha,
or are these myths, perceptions of karma;
what life giveth thee o' almighty lord,
beliefs, religions, colours and war.

Hail o thee white dove, get inside your cove,
human monsters are on the prowl, awaiting a whisper, a shadow or a growl;
what life giveth thee o' almighty lord,
greed, bloodshed and pieces of peace.

My Latest Songwrit...mukhdaa only

Zindagi pehle ajnabi si to nahi thi
maana anjaani par nayi si to nahi thi
tere aane se mili mujhko nayi disha
tere aane se hua roshan mera jahaan,
aankhon me sapney they khwahishein to nahi thi
aati thi neendein bebasi si to nahi thi
Zindagi pehle ajnabi si to nahi thi....(2)

Raindrops

it was sunday noon when i startled awake
squashing little bugs that came from somewhere
she was glancing at me
and the same i did
an eye of her winked
when i smiled a lit'l

drizzling began with a silent gush
d feel of raindrops trickling down my forehead
ticklish i wiped em off
she saw me engaged in unusual something

moving away she glanced at me
oh my god she's gonna leave!
i paced ahead wanted a talk with her
to meet, befriend and love her till eternity

raising my head, praying to god,
i swiftly gazed ahead, 'swoosh' she's gone, i felt alone...
moods changed, i enraged, my life sans colour instantly
i were a dry land, abandoned sky
and she a 7 shaded arc, who came to me
made me dream, away from the hopeless bugs
that she was a raindrop blend with the ocean
just flowing to d current, immersing in d pain
she are d raindrops that tickle, trickle and tumble
slowly drying away, leaving her humid smell.

Chal diye

us mod pe jahaan ho gayi
meri nabz tez, meri aankh nam,
wo gumshuda kuch khaas pal,
jahaan chhod ke aaye the hum


wo raat aaj dohraayi hai
ghamgeen ghadi fir aayi hai
tu soch le wohi din teri
masoomiyat le aayi hai


is jag me sirf fareb hai
yahaan apna bhi ek kapat hi hai
jaane kis ghadi hum toote yu
gham ki raahon pe yuhi chal diye
yuhi chal diye
yuhi chal diye...

Tera kya hai?

Tera kuch nahi to chhod ke aa tu,
Sirf tera hi hai sabkuch to chhod ke dikha tu.


In gujarati:

Taaru kashu na hoy to chhodi ne aav tu,
Taaruj badhu hoy to chhodi bataav tu.

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Krodhit

Barson se jo angaar chupaye baitha tha
us aag me jisme kabse jale jaata tha
wo ankahi kahani jisne mujhko banaya yu
ek kshan me zindagi ka matlab bataya yu
namm to kabse thi aankhen fir bhi hase ja raha tha

di himmat khud ke zameer ne ki khud se lad saku
iss dikhaave ki duniya me sach ka darpan dekh saku
har mod pe naye imtehaan liye isne yu
purzor talak kheencha meri shaktiyon ko yu
shukriya mere zehen ki chehron se sabki neeyat dekh saku

ab to thak gaya is aankh michauli se
is anyaay is khalish is apirichit saazish se
jisne thokarein di aur di dhikkaar yu
na samjhi meri laaykat aur na kabiliyat ko yu
hua krodhit ab to main is anchahi tareef se