Tuesday, January 11, 2011

And the pain screams

Sometimes in the loneliest hour,
when the birds stop chirping,
when the clouds come to a standstill,
I think of the bygone times,
the slashed wounds, those blood-filled streams,
flash my mind and the pain screams.

Sometimes when I see a shadow,
a fear darkens me deep within,
a doubt lurks and drifts across,
I think of the dark times,
those black days, grieves and cries,
echoes around and the pain screams.

Sometimes when I see love,
guilt becomes the ruler,
anger accompanies along,
I think of the treason times,
those trust killings, deceit, back stabbings,
penetrate my flesh and the pain screams.

Sometimes when I think of life,
its only me I see,
its only me I trust,
I think of the worst of times,
it was always me with me to prove my trust on me,
I succumb my tears and the pain screams.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Indecent smile

Few moments ago
At the shopping mall
I saw a blonde
She was the best of em all

Eyes intersect
I interpret
She was fallin for me
I was fallin for her

Nothing worked at all
She was walkin tall
She passed to me
An indecent smile
Indecent smile...(3)

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Oww....I was thinkin aloud
like a frog on a cloud
should I jump to her
or shall I wait for her

when I turned around
she was nowhere be found
gosh where did she go
gosh how will I know?

I was cursin myself
I was kickin myself
oh my I regret
not searchin a while
her indecent smile
*************

Moving alone I was thinkin of her
when i sighted upon d lamborghini of her
oh god there she was
near the holy cross

my pulse slowed down
chills running me down
then she switched a click
the bomb shredded her down

it was shocking to me
lil' confusing to me
but i guess now i know
why she gave to me
indecent smile

killer...indecent smile

When the bomb went off
I was safer then all
as she already killed me
very early enough
with her
indecent smile...

killer...indecent smile
shredder...indecent smile
horrid...indecent smile
loving...indecent smile.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

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!

Monday, December 13, 2010

The Binary Poem

1100110...101010111....
10101011111, 11111, 010111100, 011111;
11000001111000, 111000000, 000010111;
1000001110001010, 00111101010;
11.....00....11....00....10...01...10!!

Thursday, December 2, 2010

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!

Friday, September 10, 2010

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.