When something new is born

The benign rumble is curling everywhere, and here is desperation for noise,
With holding the breath i have waited, in patience held poise.
like the acoustic lives within silence, silences we ought to rend,
just because it did start, every song is supposed to end.

Just like when something new is born, its end is made already,
Somehow we will be able to get it done, it will always be undone ultimately.
When every afflatus thrives on skeptics, skeptics to then suspend,
Nonetheless it might actualize, every new thing is realized in its end.

Beads of sweat shining against skin, vigor pulled tight,
End at a length of bandeau, arise at the gun-shot.
Nothing can start without its finish, finishes we forever procrastinate,
That it could not quite begin, every race was to unless terminate.

Skin shattering against skin , grip meets face in rose mayhem,
Men and their means changed, but fights remain the same.
For every push there is a pull, pulls to otherwise pretend,
Surer than it must begin, every fight must come to an end.

loose control..

All of a sudden i rouse in pain
high was the hangover mixed with shame
relieving was the darkness; indeed my best friend
was thinking hard why my mind played that game.

Can't remember the no. of pegs i took
seemed was drinking in hopes of falling in coma,
my false identity was in its pristine form
it make my emotions cry and mind did all this drama.

Something was rushing inside my veins
don't know how but was increasing the pain,
desperate efforts to concentrate was in vain
connection with mind was lost and i can not sustain.

Don't know from where recognized a hand
was similar to the person who died couple of years back,
it was the perfect time to loose the heart-mind strand
fake feeling of love and emotions did the rest

This was the second time i lost control due to this
gained consciousness when my heart asked whom am i cheating,
the person u are taking about hated booze like anything
and remembering him when ur head is inside bottle is sacrilegious.

Feeling of shame was not because of the defamation
itz becoz all these thoughts rushing through my head,
flaunting fake emotions was false identity's creation
flouting my most sacred relation was making me dead.

Don't know what should i do to make it go away
it is haunting my mind every second of the day,
Last Night was alone in a room of people having fiesta
today in chaos while sitting in a room hunting for siesta.

What had happened to me where is the connoisseur
all is left is an inane dilettante,
hope one day the drunk inside me will let me out
for sure never again will I drink and shout,
Until that time I will asphyxiate and hate
what i can do is just hope that's not my final fate.

Good bye.... :(

I want things to stay the same
but hands are cuffed by this inevitable change
emotions are running through my head
I found myself wishing I was dead

Its inevitable to say good bye
but the stupid heart makes me cry
the rocking 2 years comes to an end
seems days passed like speed of wind

Though time we spent together was very little
but my love for u all may never dwindle
feeling helpless and scared of being alone
coz magic of togetherness can never be felt on phone

Now all the pranks are coming my way
getting teased by friends every single day
that books a huge place inside my heart
no one can take this feeling apart

Will cherish those moments when we were good and bad
can never forget when we were happie and sad
but remembering those days eyes would loose tears
can never assemble together for tea is all what fears

Time force me to pack my dreams
doesn't matter yaar but heart screams
don't know why i am like this
but the moments we shared will surely be missed

On convocation dont get amazaed I may look fine,
But every time you turn away I will cry.
Leaving this place is something I could never do
but its a promise that I would never forget any of u... :'(

When your heart starts babbling

Heart is a mysterious organ u never really know whats going in there, the only signal it gives u is by beating inside, still its the most inscrutable in fact screwed (pardon my language but get used to it) organ like for example when u go to a bookstore and see a pretty girl, reading your favorite novel, whistling the song which has been stuck in your mind for the entire week and you think wooow hey may be she is the one; your heart forgets beating but then all of a sudden your eyes meet and that's it; your mind starts beating your heart which actually from nowhere starts beating inside your cage and i think ur mind zooms inside that cage and thats the reason why you aren't able to wander it...hold on a second, just because of your heart u think this it u are in deep shit (sorry read love here) if it is then it sucks you can'ot tell a woman u just met u love her but it sucks u can't!!

Every now and then people tells u abt other's heart, its like they have a degree in cardiology. Frequently they say "his heart is is nice", does it makes sense?? sometimes you think it does but sometimes yeah it does ..!!coz irrespective of all eccentric things you are fond of, people say the same for you(weird but true). Now a question arises here, if your heart is nice how it permits you to practice nefarious activities with someone upon someone; the moment this thought comes in your mind it makes you feel naah mind does all those stuffs, how can a pumper is able to act like this (if the only job of heart is pumping then for sure it is not responsible for all those deep shit activities, if u know what i mean). Anyways, the point is if a person is a sweet heart it does not mean his/her heart is sweet because believe me once my middle finger got cut and i had to put it in my mouth believe me the blood taste like...i seriously don't remember its taste but definitely not sweet. So, if the blood which is there in the veins/artery/capillary/whatever of your middle finger tastes like abcd then definitely it is not reaching inside your heart for pumping purpose coz heart is alwayz sweet(next time ll cut my ring finger coz they say there is some sort of connection with heart); is it not sweet heart(atleast i can solace you by this for taking all the pains for reading this weird stuff). May be some vampire would appropriately tell u about this coz u kno they are all into this business of blood sucking and the best part if u have to kill them then u have to poke their heart with a silver knife. If the heart is sweet then this analogy suggests vampires are among the sweetest persons ever known, and for sure Stephenie Meyer was the first to unravel this riddle and after that she wrote the entire saga which is known as Twilight.

If you are single and just crossed 24 then my dear friend it does not mean you are not romantic or having a cold heart. Every-time you see a couple your heart thinks (heart thinks!!!), every1 else is falling in love acting stupid and goofy and sweet and insane but mot me, why don't i want that anymore i want to want that; m i wired wrong or something, i am a cold person. When this situation arises there is a subconscious mind (why there is alwayz subconscious mind not subconscious heart) which desperately wants to tell you that you are a douche, you are a bloody mammal and mammals are warm blooded how can you be a cold person. The greatest thing about this subconscious mind is its inability to communicate directly with your heart, but heart has its own way of thinking and this process results in loneliness which is often misunderstood by some morons as solitude, but the best part is it often gives you self confidence that one day u gonna met a girl who is gonna wanna make u look like a complete idiot, she is out there some where and she is so nice rather i should say a sweet heart that universe wants you to remain single(read looser here) unless u met her and when you would met her your heart would definitely shout eureka "She is the one"..!!

Inside the chamber

There was a boy who had a small wish
"it was just to study in XISS"
and guess what, his wish came true
he was easily able to get through

the dayz passed very fast more or less like a wind
vry few months were left as two years were going to an end
Sniffed the scariness which was there in the environment
time to tight his buckle up because season is of placements

Inside the chamber every-time he went benumbed
knew all the answers still he prattled
his heart started beating like a drum,
tried hard to pray, but words won't come.

Rejection increased his frustration
his heart cried hard to relieve the tension
all of a sudden came a wind and kissed his head and said
Do not run away, tomorrow is a new day...

She said, do not think of what you failed to do
think of those that you were able to do and can still best do
do not think of those silly mistakes committed in the interview
always count the things you perfectly can do

dare to blame luck for things you miss
learn from things in which you have been remiss
never condemn anything when it is at its worst
think of the times when it was at its best

he looked around and found the sun begins to rise
and a new hope is born within his tired eyes
just then a rainbow formed among his tears
when he realized his faith is stronger than his fears...

Cracked the interview in next sitting
was satisfied like anything
now he understood the abstruse yet easiest arcane
Have faith and the half of the job is done....

.......first of all decide what you want next thing is believe you can have it have a staunch belief that you deserve it and believe it's possible for you. Practice the art of visualization for several minutes every day, and visualize having what you already want, feel that you already have it. Now start your day focusing on what you're grateful for already, and enjoy it. Thank whatever you have because many people does not have that also. Then release it to the god or whomsoever u love with a faith that its their duty to manifest it and believe me they will...........

My suicide poem

Dear pals

This is 1st draft of my 1st suicide poem. 'Poem...!!' you people might be wondering that people generally write suicide letters and some of them didn't even bother to write anything. My rationale is, extremely frustrated people never write letters because they are in hurry to launch themselves, skeptics use to write letter because they have a valid reason to say goode bie world but in the back of their mind they know that anytime they can quit the idea of quitting, now u can easily understand psyche of those who write poem......:)


What's life
believers get everything they want
there is nothing a non believer can't
emotions are of no use these days
wits plays it with its own ways
doesnt mean that it makes me acrid
coz I can also make any1 morbid
yes! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and has no1 to blame

What's life
brought up by loving parents
toddler thought evrything is love
extremely religious family made him an atheist
surprisingly every1 accepted that new beast
the bottle he was imbibed in was full of love
before his social birth toddler got wings of dove
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
astonished by all those experiments i did
guitar, books, pics, minds...all those were splendid
brunt my hands with every thing still feels maniac
somehow it didn't hurt yet scar looks beatific
made me jack of all trades but master of none
its satisfying somehow coz every pain has gone
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
Exploration propels me to try everything
enthusiasm alwayz high irrespective of broken wings
dont know why i love the smell which i hate
drink plenty of liquid without any taste
yeah i love when it swings my head
still the aftermath didnt make my soul dead
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
faced lots of ups and down in my life
lots of rejection in search of a wife
world turned my veracity into voracity
mastered art of deluding identity
but forgot to impious my emotions
this sublimity subverted my actions
now! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame

What's life
purpose of the entire study is over now
the job which i had always dreamt got it some how
after a while evrything is gonna boring i know
i can feel the shivers down my spine from now
those fights with friends will be surely missed
when the butterfly of death will be kissed
see! everything in my life is same
got nothing to do and have no1 to blame....


I believe myself to be completely normal and there are some vry simple reasons lay behind my decision to die. One of them is everything in my life is same and i will gain nothing if i continue to live onn only suffering will be increased. so. i think i should die because ultimately the major purpose of the people especially singles is to get out of this chaotic hell.......

an asylum

Captivated by the garden, sniffed the redolence
exquisite it feels still quietness scream
mesmerized by the serene ambiance
perplexed when thought this is an asylum

Saw a person with face pale and eyes bewildered
felt pity on him was able to empathize
green empty bench was the place where we settled
"Why you are here?" was what i catechize

Astonishingly he replied "that's indecorous
but still will give you the answer"
'Am I a mad' i thought and was sacrilegious,
ashamed on being called as a foster

His Father wanted him to be his own copy of xerox
His Mother would have him the image of her father
His Brother wants a athlete, what a paradox
His Sister thinks his husband is a perfect example

Be it teachers, professors or friends every1
wants to have him as their reflection
of his own face in the mirror
and it does nothing but adds his perplexion

Therefore he came to this place
finds more sane here out of the world
atleast he can be himself and can find solace
far from the civilized world

All of a sudden he asked
'what propelled you to this place?'
was this due to education or u being good nurtured
i replied 'No i am a visitor searching solace'

The last reply made me numb
blocked my thoughts which always stands tall
"Oh you live in the biggest sanitarium
which is on the other side of the wall"

Juggling thoughts...

Thought, some pals call me insane
cacophonous but a lovely heart having lots of shades
psycho is my personality but acts inane
and for me! m searching myself since years

Clear is my thought which can roam in dark
which loves to play games with different mind
perplexed when i read them saw lots of life cut marks
with fists starts bleeding and can feel same inside

Juggling books on one hand a pen on the other
a heavy bag to add to the burden
running helter-skelter, chasing an unknown treasure
i started seeking love and affection

lots of friend but no1 is mine
everyone seems special and for me is dear
blurts their heart but eyes are mine
still searching for the heart where everything is clear

ooo shit! i don't join the madness again
sat down on the empty marine-drive of XISS
amazed when saw evrything constantly run
like a hamster in a wheel, trying to live a life


Smiled, all of a sudden got each and every answers
brain clicked not-even 3 months left, and the kiddy heart blurts a story
see moment is passing and will not lasts forever
so make a memory which nvr lasts with ur nice pair of eyes and a bad memory