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Wake up in the morning its six, I must be really sick because I did not even sleep Oh I wake up in the morning at six, hoping I really get some sleep, It's dark room, feels like a large room There is room for everyone Come dear! Come near! Come here! See the devils and their darkness that blooms I don't have dreams that shatter These friends are the only ones that matter These devils! These demons! Oh how do I express my love for these! They're my wish, they're my kiss When my thoughts cease, they're my only reach I live in a room where light                                 has ceased to exist So it's so dark so seems so big "Haha, again was your sleepless night",     one of them speaks "Doesn't matter, the world thinks I'm on eternal sleep" I speak as I struggle to breath in dense air "Ge...

"Why why why", I utter "Die die die", I mutter Bye bye, see wrist and cutter Cry cry, close my shutter Open open open eyes, void void void and sore, more more more and more, Lies lies, don't lie on floor Ties ties ties the rope Platter platter platter platter Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Hear you someone at the door? Ceiling ceiling ceiling cries That warm heart in me dies, Pitter-Patter Pitter-Patter Hear you someone open door? "How are you? Why open door?" utters she, then stutter stutter Her screaming and the tear galore as my body leaves the floor

The road I remember was swampy and dark Those features were trademark showing the absence of its virginity, road that spoke of having coitus with sinister spirits, road that smelt of smooth soil and monsoon wind like a soul staring my poor bleeding heart Road that spoke of scars, of pain, of misery, of debt, of hate, of rape, of trampled path, of death, of strive for existence, of lost purpose, of unwise decision Yet the road was dark, embracing the art of self sacrifice, I could see it, smell the homeliness, even the flash light of my phone couldn't suffice to cure it I was walking further down the path with my mobile as a torch light and mentally immobile, I was scared of heading towards night that was more and more dank and quiet Winds were blowing stronger with my heart being kept in a fridge I then suddenly dropped my phone as if being seized by the soil I bowed down to pick it up but I was in turmoil, aware of a smell quite familiar, was it coming f...

                               Picture Credit:  perzikhoofd.deviantart.com/art/Lost-in-thought-427293580 How sweet are your thoughts and philosophies? Are they too good to be true or too much grounded to reality? Actually, what is reality? Is it a definite shape? Or someone's abstract smell you feel around you? Or they colour of loneliness you're drowning in? Is it just a glassed box? What is loneliness? Is it something you constantly beg to have, or something you constantly beg to have been encountered with warm hugs? The word "loneliness" may give must of us a subtle sting. But most of it all, most of us despise it, just like depression until it takes many a one favourite artists away from us. Now where was I? Philosophy or reality or maybe nothing. I am just typing whatever this smelly dark room solidifies and brings to life. Maybe my mind is lucid. It keeps on dreaming while I constantly have a...

Miracle plays in life were the  plays that never happened. Getting into the false hope that life would get better, we decided to go with the flow and let time heal our bruises scattered all over our soul as a materialistic temptation and hate. Actually, those bruises were the inevitable ones, I remember. Death and bruises in the soul are alike, at least for me. In the aforementioned case, I had known I would be left bruised and have my heart trampled sooner or later. Then, the pain strruck suddenly, without a warning. Just before the death, I remember killing everyone around me for my inner peace. I can never go to heaven.

Hunted by the devils, tried to run Elaborated art of perfection leads to god being run over by demons, god of earth, moon blocking the sun rocket science speed changes earth into a ball of fire, ball of fur melts into ice cold "purrrrrrrrrr" with a furious sound Making me run on the fast lane I take all the flavours out of it, having fun being chased my burning feet don't phase me, lazy one that turned into traces of souls trying to escape away arranges the soul, and make it compound A soul, a black soul, burning fire of hell, my black soul, eaten by the devilish world Put in sale, foul smell of satan wondering if he found his gem evil grin, mine, but Satan's scared if he gets eaten alive, in broad day-light, oh there isn't one, Satan hallucinates, warm purrrrrrrrr licking me smiles, as the satan cries fire dries, revives as black flames, deprived of love deprived of hate deprived of anger deprived of fear ...

Whatever it was, it wasn't a day of monsoon as far as I vividly remember. The weather had been yet cold again, kind of like the days in winter. Well, not too cold. It was the sun, staying hideous behind the clouds as if it was scheming something. I personally find this kind of weather intriguing. It represents melancholy and peacefulness like the two sides of the same coin. Sometimes, the latter one lacks in my vision. Sadness takes over, but why does the peacefulness not completely leave, I wonder. Now, to each their opinion, I always repeat. Some may hate this preference of mine. I don't hate sunny days. In fact I find it fascinating too. Now there, not trying to put this two-tongued talk to take over. Please don't blame me. I don't know how I feel anymore, in a sense. See right there, I just went on to be a hypocrite again. It is not that I don't feel. I do and a lot more than you think I would. I just sometimes refuse to accept them, sometimes they refuse t...

Okay, now BBA and BLAS 1st  semester group have planned a trip to Chitlang. It kind of feels weird (you know, 1st sem., different faculties, no tight friendship). But if anyone from BBA is reading this, I want to let you know that I love you guys. Me, I am an awkward guy, I don't socialize with everyone easily. So, I think I will just stick with my friend from my faculty. Friends from BBA, again, I love you too. It's 8 o' clock. The bus just started now. Satyam with me in a two man row seat.  He asked me for a poem for him to rap it.  Expecting to see Prabin on kalanki. 8:30 and Prabin caught our bus 9 o' clock We reached Thankot. Me along with Zutima, Pooja and Akankshya were left behind. We're being guided by Rohit (model) sir. 9:20 and we caught up to our funtoosh group (Anish, Elena, Laxman, Prabin and Satyam). 10 o' clock The way is so damn interesting, from wide pedestrials to narrow bushes. The bush path was so sexy that if one falls down fr...

                            Remember when I said I had killed a rose? was today the anniversary I went to its graveyard, when it rose, suddenly blossomed like a nursery and it spoke, Did you miss me? I'm haunting you. Do you see the beauty I'm flaunting through? You say you now prefer thristles to me?? You're the biggest hypocrite to be Watch me dance sexily I know you can't resist me, see I see your willy standing up willy-nilly I looked down, only to see blood coming out Rose, the talk of the town I only see blood coming out from down there Not white, but red one Its not fair The rose is for you, said none - Why don't I see pus coming out?? Does my willy share just bloodsheds and tears Blood is similar not to lipstick she smears but bullets and spears that slash victims, they tear that slash victims, they tear She led this victim to tear She made this victim to tear Rose, she laugh...

                                         Who wouldn't want to become famous? Not you? Well, I'm dreaming of becoming one. "Dreaming" , that makes a perfect sense. I dream of becoming successful, but then I find myself on my bed, clock shows 6 A.M. in the morning, my friend pulling my sleeve with an angry look on his face " Wake up man, I hate that alarm tone on your phone." . You google " how to be famous" and open wiki how and first thing it suggests is you need to be confident, passionate and what not. And I'm like WHAT THE HELL!! Then, an idea struck me. Ek idea jo badalde aapki duniyaa. The stupid idea was, creating a facebook page and becoming successful. At the first thought, I was like HAHAHAHAHA!!! But then I said to myself ; " Bill gates too must've had pretty stupid thoughts. Go create a facebook page, become famous and hang out with him like brothers from another moth...

                                  https://www.planetdeadly.com/human/incredible-nuclear-explosion-photos Lost in the wave of destruction, Lost the way of deduction, Expanded, exploded, Ants are a couple of glocks reloaded, But Nuclear elements make elephant. Lost in the wave of destruction, Lost in the way of destruction, Won that way of destruction. Unknown that, Man, Lost in the way, Lost, in the grave, graves. Losing, the great, The great, losing his way. Using the grape juice, spill on the eyes, It hit the wrong place. Was it a plan? All but those human hands do wrong, But what's controlling is brain. Soldier dies, They watching his grave, Hiding behind are Great, Lost in the way, Lost in the grave, I eat the soil 6 feet deep from underground. A zombie, Posing as great, Possessing the greats, The REAL ones. Bombard the explosion of love, killing the hate....

Saw a man dead pillow red "We won't allow your raid" the extremists said. "Who says pen over guns? Guns paint rose red. Red dead great." the extremists said. "Life gives you lemons. Lemons dead." the pessimists said. I write this book of rhymes. Books, no feeling,books not feeling. I feel the book. But books not feeling.Abstract. Personification at the finest, it does not speak yet, abstract. Open up your top, mo:mo:, your flour but no filling.Abstract. You see yourself on a fast lane, let me walk slow on fast track, still abstract. Sky is tumbling, guns with red hand falling, pen with red blood falling Blood tastes like lemon though. I gave them my book to read and they remarked, "This book spoke though." "You're the one that makes me"; mo:mo: barked. "You're leading them, so be careful, walk slow" , you know who spoke.

Was brought back to life, by blissful orthodox, Then foresaw this society Robot cops Government  dogs I'm ignorance, I'm paradox No food stamps, feed lies flavour of variety Overflow of passion, or ridiculed with suicidal thoughts, lack of compassion, and they're your boss Strive for the conquest philosophical contest All these human lies Is philosophy your food, when you're this kid from Africa? My problem's never serious Your stupidity should die, it never could. Maybe you'll stop crying When you're country's a Syria GET IT?? YOU'RE SERIOUS? But ... Let us all be Buddha.