A boy of eighteen likes to pry
For it gives him this mad rush.
Makes his desperate friends sigh
Hush hush its just a crush.
Ditching a friend for a girl could be a fad
For there are those hanging out with her dad
Well its safe to say ' I wouldn't wanna be the one to push'
Hush hush its just a crush.
All the sane ones end up single
Either broke or rotting in something plush
Without GALS life seems to be a jingle
He now thinks " Phew it was just a crush ".
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Thursday, September 23, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
They say your head's not right
As primitive as man was, so was his head
For all he had to use it was to earn his bread
Evolution has made a mess out of the now Homo Sapien
Raising the bar everytime making him feel insufficient.
Is it fine for people to judge you
Through some bad moments overshadowing the goodness in you
One can wonder if life would ever be fulfilling
May seem impossible for all the time you end up killing.
Excited a moment, dull another
Randomness in life makes me mull over
If i'm a disaster or just another psycho
After all I'm not the celebrated Donnie Darko.
Would it be better if i just stay out of sight
From all those trying to tell me "Your Head's not right".
For all he had to use it was to earn his bread
Evolution has made a mess out of the now Homo Sapien
Raising the bar everytime making him feel insufficient.
Is it fine for people to judge you
Through some bad moments overshadowing the goodness in you
One can wonder if life would ever be fulfilling
May seem impossible for all the time you end up killing.
Excited a moment, dull another
Randomness in life makes me mull over
If i'm a disaster or just another psycho
After all I'm not the celebrated Donnie Darko.
Would it be better if i just stay out of sight
From all those trying to tell me "Your Head's not right".
Thursday, July 01, 2010
Mumbai meri jaan
A meek fawn searches for genuineness,
Seems she has always been lost
Eyes of a bunny, so animated
Glow of mirth that'd last
Voice so husky, words so sweet
Makes me wonder if i should call her a tweet
Wish moments with her never fade
In a city which she calls just a Facade
Seems she has always been lost
Eyes of a bunny, so animated
Glow of mirth that'd last
Voice so husky, words so sweet
Makes me wonder if i should call her a tweet
Wish moments with her never fade
In a city which she calls just a Facade
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Only Shimmer of Hope
Tiny toddlers, frail elderly, they all long for a cuddle
But desertion makes it very hard for them to cope
For callous may think not twice to shun newborns off the cradle
Should they wait for some messiah of hope!
Bare skinned destitute die of shame and hunger
Challenged mentally are those being smirked at by the sharper
Lesser fortunates dreaming an education, ousted seeking an abode
Thou giveth life to the deprived, to thee I write an ode.
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Friday, February 05, 2010
Fading Profanity
Influenced by philosophy , consumed by rhythm
Grazing life braided by one's own whim.
Shake me up before i lose my sanity
To mankind flourish towards fading profanity.
Grazing life braided by one's own whim.
Shake me up before i lose my sanity
To mankind flourish towards fading profanity.
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