Delhi – The Rape Capital

It’s 07:45 am. It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in the capital town of India, New Delhi. New Delhi is the capital of India. India is a great country. Though it is a ‘bit’ overpopulated, where ‘bit’ is being used as an understatement inducing agent.  India is also a very just nation.

Because Delhi is world’s worst places and natives of this place are really evil, Indians decided not to outcast Delhi but reward it with the title – Capital. Being a capital city is a great responsibility. You need to make sure you are overpopulated and scarce of resources. This in turn would hike prices and people would work hard and earn less. The city would get costly and to an outsider would glitter ‘RICH’.

A Rich place is a good place. Lights should always stay on. You should never sleep. Delhi never sleeps. It works 24/7. In between naps it robs, kills, scams, whores and rapes too. Delhi likes raping. India enjoys rape. India makes rape a frequent activity. Indians believe every women has a secret desire to get raped. The world also shares a similar belief.

India rapes in Delhi, Noida, Gurgaon, Surat, U.P and before you tell me to stop stating that you know this and you choose to ignore because things like these are depressing. I would like to state the real fact. Yes every women has a desire to get raped. And that is not at all a secret. And as shocking as it would hit you, every man also has a desire to get raped. The entire human consciousness has a desire to get raped, wherein rape stands for losing control over self and let the universe run it’s own course. Rape means not to try and control anything because it’s a futile attempt. Rape doesn’t always mean a sexual crime, you depraved society! That would be it for today. Have a nice day.

Tranny She Was

Charming I am ,

No denying that.

She  too was charmed , but

she had to check.

“Have you ever been with a Tranny before, Nik ?”

I tell lies, but honest ones

Been with another one,

yes, just once.

Just once.

I hate people who judge.

Sexuality is fluid.

Ain’t you gay in a prison’s clutch?

They tell you male & female

they’ve got just a few more variants

they came up with Homo, Hetro, Bi & Pan

aren’t we all Satan’s spawn ?

You’re human,

Me too.

Wanna’ DESTROY MYSELF EMOTIONALLY.

All in the name of ART !

 

Blame Game

I hear you, O flourishing one!

I hear you loud & clear

Whenever I switch on the idiot box

you’re usually the first to appear

You’ve found your place under the sun

you’ve made your voice heard

what you say seems to matter to many

you’re now one out of the herd

You make no suggestions to the rest of us

they’re commandments of the biblical kind

waste no resources, you tell us

don’t put the Earth through the grind

You admonish me, as you look me in the eye

through the mirror that shows me your face

You do not approve of the house I just built

you tell me I take up way too much space

You measure each drop of water I use

You tell me I need too much

you’re thinking of punishing me for my abuse

I have no defense, as such

The bulb I light at night, you say

is causing the planet to lose it’s vigor

you make it sound as though I am the problem

For the Earth’s destruction, I am the trigger

I have no defense, like I earlier said

but here are a few facts I’d like to share

I’m not as influential as you

but my thoughts are open for all those who care

My small dwelling may take up some space

but your splurging mansion can house a hundred a day

My need for water may cost some liters

but your swimming pools gulp gallons away

My light bulbs may light up

two rooms in my home

but the energy you consume in a year

can light up the streets of ancient Rome

 

I may not be teaching a million kids

but like you, I’m not selling knowledge with a price tag either

I may not be sending a child to school

but I don’t bomb schools down & I fund it neither

 

So I sit in awe & utter amazement

when I see your virtual form appear

and ask me to pledge to sustainability

while rich folks like you cause the real wear & tear

Tell me O Self-proclaimed master

Did I dump all that waste in the ocean ?

Was I the one who cut all those trees?

and cause most of this thing we call pollution ?

Now you shall say, you do it for me

I simply need too much to live

Who created that need in me I ask?

Was it not your greed that did the task?

 

There’s , in fact, a long list of things I didn’t create

Nukes come to mind, so does war & poverty

unless you’re only counting damage to the Earth

& not including crimes against humanity

 

Of Course you won’t admit

to the claim I just made

that’s fine by me, let’s not blame each other

let’s just put an end to this charade

 

Let’s take ownership

of what both of us give & take

& stop this phony blame game

we’re both responsible, of that,  let’s make no mistake

She Lives On…I’m Dead & Gone

I thought I was something
Because I was fierce
I thought I was everything
Because I had passion
I thought I am a man
I can move mountains
I thought being a man
I can drill to the center
I threw plastic & waste all around
I became the ‘litter’ king
I broke twigs & branches
I trampled trees & flowers
I thought I was fearless
In a less of a place
I thought I had a place
Whose loss I feared the most
One fine day
The mirror cracked
I was hanging by a few leaves
I had promised, I would never beg
I am a man
What worse can you orchestrate
But when the thunderous sky blasted
 I fell down
I begged

I wept

I cried and prayed

I took my last breath
And I realized a truth
There IS someone I love
There IS someone I want to hug
\ just one last time…

My Lonely Spirit

There was a bad stench in the wind,

my nostrils flared

the fellow passenger

seemed to care                                 

“what’s wrong?” asked he

“that smell, can’t you see?”

“what smell, i have never felt a more pleasant breeze

my nose twitched, I got pissed

“stop fucking around, I can’t breathe”

calmly he said, “I aren’t kidding buddy, maybe it’s within”

“within what?”

he looked into my eyes

and stared into my soul

he picked his belongings & ran away

he ran away,

while I stood there

I shouted, “buddy! please wait”

I heard his distant voice, “apologies mate, but I need to flee”

but why, I couldn’t figure out

At times, during lonely nights

a thought prances in my head

was that stench real or was it inside me?

I don’t have an answer,                                               

things have been hazy since I’ve been dead…

It’s A Long Way To The Top If You Wanna’ Rock & Roll!

 

It’s a long way to the top if you wanna Rock&Roll!

 

What the fuck is wrong with you people? I am asking this assuming, some of you might know.

Don’t you have something better to do?

 

How about television? Common, don’t be shy. It is your favorite pastime.

Not today.

Did no one make plans with you? Go to some movie or a little shopping, a little clubbing maybe. No?

That bad. Hmmm.

You can play some games, they are pretty involving. You can listen to those stupid tracks saved in your phone, you call it music. Check your FB, maybe post a selfie on INSTA. These things matter.

Isn’t that right?

You can always color your hair. Try that new shampoo you bought after seeing that commercial. Groom yourself a little. Get those yellow stained teeth cleaned. You not going to look any younger or any better. But try.

You can always sleep. I am an insomniac since the age of 14: The day I first saw a pair of titties. A 40-year-old milf neighbor showed me the doors to heaven. You call it child sex abuse. At my time, it was called fun.  Haven’t had any sleep since that day. But you love sleeping. Don’t you?

If you are hell bent on reading this, I must warn you. Nothing would change. You would read this, appreciate, get enlightened. And then the very next evening, you would go and buy something more entertaining. Who reads books? You do not get laid by reading books. Be honest.

They call me Goat-boy. I am a musician. No, no!

They call me Goat-boy. I am an artist. Oh, shit, no!

My name is Goat-boy. I am a recovering sex addict. Fuck this shit!

Okay, so my name is Goat-boy. I am diagnosed with chronic Insomnia. I am also a recovering sex addict. I play guitar. Shit man!

My name is Jack. I am an artist. Maybe. Maybe not.

But I like calling myself one. I create music, at least try to. I am not too good at what I do but seeing the current logistics, who is? Is Trump a good president?

You only need to be good to do great things: To make money, mediocrity does the trick. Look at you, you make money and good is a very distant expression for you. You are shitty and clumsy but still, you make good money. Don’t you?

I never wanted to be a musician but an interesting mix of life events landed me the trade.

 I won’t admit that it was easy but yes it wasn’t so tough either. My doctor asked me to channelize my sexual energy into something more meaningful than watching porn and wanking. He suggested me to try writing, painting, dancing… I thought a lot. None of these people get laid, a lot.

Writers, they are fucking sex starved delusional.

Painters, they are fucking sex starved crazies.

Dancers, they got no energy left to fuck.

Rock stars, You know the glamour. You would get laid, why won’t you? You are a Rock- star!

So I thought to try my hands on creating some original rock music. Apart from playing music, I also enjoy burning shit.

“Burn It To The Ground”

I was listening to the Radio. Nickelback was playing. Music always pleases me. It makes the voices in my head go away. You should also listen to music. But just wanted to advise you that, “Char bottle Vodka, Kaam uska roz ka” (Four bottles of Rum, Bitch drinks every day…. Please show me how she pukes and shits d pain away.) is not music. These lyrics are not thoughtful. If you listen to this kind of music, I am sure your God would save you. The same God whose idols you purchase for $50 at your nearest place of religious communion – A shopping mall!

I focused on the lyrics.

Well it’s midnight, damn right, we’re wound up too tight
I’ve got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
Oh
That shit makes me bat shit crazy
We’ve got no fear, no doubt, all in balls out

We’re going off tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Drink everything in sight
We’re going till the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground tonight

Suddenly doctor “UD” came. So, our doctor, an unattractive male in his 40’s, never got married. He got laid the first time when he was 28 years old and got his first job. That too because the nurse had a bad breakup and wanted a rebound. A decent doctor worked for her.

Now, he always had an issue with nervous ticks.

For the STUPID: Nervous ticks, are involuntary muscle movements caused by stress and anxiety.

Doc: Goat-boy, You know why you here?

Me: Yes sir.

Doc: Then you also know that if you do not stop lighting fire to financial institutions, they would send you to a prison. They are only acting patient with you because of your fan following.

Me: No problem. I would light the prison on fire. Lighting fire is my passion. I like it.

Doc: No. It’s a medical condition. You are a delusional and an Arsonist. You need medical attention.

Me: Okay Sir. As you say. But did you ever think why I only burn Financial institutions?

UD: Tell me!

Me: Financial institutions make money. Money is historically an emergent market phenomenon establishing a commodity money, but nearly all contemporary money systems are based on fiat money.[4] Fiat money, like any check or note of debt, is without use value as a physical commodity. It derives its value by being declared by a government to be legal tender; that is, it must be accepted as a form of payment within the boundaries of the country, for “all debts, public and private”. (For the stupid – Money is just a piece of paper and it has no value because it has no great saying or quote written over it. It’s abso-fuckin-lutely of no value.)

UD: Got it. Now make sure you buy your prescription from the shop outside. And also book the next week’s visit by paying $250 advance. Get well soon, Goatboy. We love you! 😊

Alice In Blunder-Land

I am Alice, Nice to meet you

I’d hug you & greet you

would you please be kind enough

to show me around your world?”

 

“Greetings of the day O’ Miss!

a hug for free? why not a kiss?

I am the random romeo on the street

with only my hands do I greet

If you don’t mind a little touch & feel

I’d love to show you my world!”

 

“Get Back! you filthy little creep

the longer I stay, the lower you steep

I’ve never known such audacious speech

I forbid you to further say a word,

I’d find my way around this world!”

 

“I am Alice, Nice to meet you

I’d hug you & greet you

would you please be kind enough

to show me around your world?”

 

“Make way, Miss! I have a cab to catch,

is it my wallet you’re looking to snatch?

Don’t bother with your sweet routine

I am the Corporate Ice Queen

I have no time for even family or friends

& here you are, thinking I have time to lend

and show you the world?”

 

“Oh My! you really are cold

I am shaken by your manner bold

your words hurt. your tone stings

you’re a venomous bee without wings

I’d like to flee away from you now

I’d find my way around this world!”

 

“I am Alice, Nice to meet you

I’d hug you & greet you

would you please be kind enough

to show me around your world?”

 

“What would I do with greetings alone?

I am an ‘artist’, to a price I am prone

My time , my art, my words are all for sale

I can show around but a charge shall entail

show me the gold

before I show you my world!”

 

“An artist you said?

Did I hear that right?

your art must be suffering a demeaned plight

your instinct must not be subject to a price

you can only be an artist if you freely entice

Your trading of art is rather twisted & twirled

I’d find my way around this world!”

 

“I am Alice, Nice to meet you

I’d hug you & greet you

would you please be kind enough

to show me around your world?”

 

“I a homeless man, I beg on these streets

these people you ask, are poorer than me

they have no alms or time to spare

they’re selfish & rotten, & don’t seem to care

with one arm they give, with the other they take

that, to them is charity, their ideals are fake

I’ve been watching you waste your time with these freaks,

greed is what each of them seeks

one is greedy for flesh, the other stingy with time

they won’t spend a second with you, till you spare a dime

Halt your journey here my child

you don’t need to see more of this world!”

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!

 

A thought just came to my mind. A minute ago. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle. I know what you are thinking, “Aa gaya pagla phir se.” (Here comes the crazy again.) But then in my defense, I have all the facts with me. Please hear me out for two minutes. I won’t rob you off your wealth. Corporations and religions are for that purpose. I just need two minutes, please. And also, “Insanity is just a state of mind like sanity. Who knows who’s what? I certainly don’t (#mostdef)”

My question to you is, “Why not?” We are clothed and civilized because we are supposedly social beings. But are we? I don’t see many social things being done around. I just see few people making money and others buying the goods made and sold by them. Then I also see Television, (fuck Television – the kind you watch. I watch RT.com), which has a propaganda content airing 24/7*365. Everywhere they teach you how to buy things and how to make money to buy em. No one teaches you to achieve freedom and not to willingly submit to slavery. A wise man said –

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

So you’ve tried to pass along your doubt 
Oh you need somebody’s ears to hear you shout 
All your wasted and days and twisted ways are up 
So now it’s time to see the cards you dealt 

Don’t let the ones that want to steal your dreams 
They’ll steal your dreams away 
Just laugh and let it go 

A wise one said. Not me. I am the crazy one. So, the point being made is, “What’s the point of a consumerist society?” Why fight for it’s thriving? Let it perish and rot away in oblivion. Let’s just orchestrate a Phoenix event. (In the historical record, the Phoenix could symbolize renewal in general as well as the sun, time, the Empiremetempsychosisconsecrationresurrection, life in the heavenly ParadiseChristMaryvirginity, the exceptional man, and certain aspects of Christian life”.[3]). We no longer need to buy things. All of us who want things to change and pave way for a better tomorrow, Let’s just sell our possessions. Buy a ton of books. Buy a backpack. Burn our identifications. Become no one. Because “It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.”

“Let’s be a part of the great Rainbow Family. Let’s get naked and run through the Jungle!”

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Are you a chimp?

Are you a chimp?

 

Darwin told you, a long time ago that you were a chimp! You agreed, Didn’t you? But he made a small error. Yes, I said it. Loud and clear that Darwin made a mistake. Great men make mistakes too. That’s why Rome fell.

Darwin said you were a chimp. No motherfucker! You still are. Yes, you evolved physically but then that’s about it. You did not read books. You thought it’s too much of work. Let’s just look good and dress well, design an economy which resembles musical chair. Someone would always lose. It’s a musical chair. Those are the rules. And then you decided to fuck nature up and you enjoying, having fun. Just like chimps do. Break twigs, shit, puke, fuck, steal, at times hunt too. That’s your whole fucking story.

So, you still are a chimp! You were a chimp and you are a chimp.

I know some of you are laughing right now thinking I am joking but no I am not. I am damn serious. I am as serious as you were when you decided to nuke Hiroshima to make a point. A very small point. That you were a better chimp. Not so long ago you also decided to eliminate a breed of fellow individuals. One of the alpha male of your esteemed chimp community, ‘Sir great chimp – Hitler’, decided to kill Jews. You just stood there in shock and awe and I don’t know what as I wasn’t born then.

In my time another chimp, ‘Sir Donald fucking Trump chimp’ is doing the same. He wishes to kill every Muslim brother. That’s how chimps do it.

Now some of you are thinking what is my propaganda behind writing this. Am I a Muslim? Am I a naturalist? Do I have a PhD? How am I so confidently stating the but obvious truth. Well, for your chimp brain let’s just assume that I am Charlie Marvin, seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin. And I also talk to the universe, because I am a human being, not a chimp! Unlike you.

So, please pay a very close attention to what I am saying. You are a fucking chimp! Okay! And you accidentally got the gift of language. You are not supposed to know the language. Because you use it to spread hate. You do not use it to spread love or peace. You should only communicate in sign language. Because you are a chimp and chimps are not supposed to talk.

And then came the shittiest moment in human history. You chimps got access to Inter fuck it Net. Holy Fuck! What’s gonna happen now? Every fucking chimp got smart devices. LMAO! LOL! Killing fucking language. (Smiley Emoji).  Because you don’t understand language. You are not supposed to talk.

And all of you who are thinking right now that you are a human being. Well, you are wrong too. You are also a chimp! Because you don’t understand, ‘Where there is will, there is a way’.  You don’t understand,”Honesty is the best policy“. You don’t understand,”Time and tide wait for none“. You don’t understand,”Find something you love and let it kill you”. You don’t understand,”Go all the way or don’t even start”. You don’t understand,”You are a piece of shit”. I don’t know why am I wasting my time talking to you. You won’t understand.”You are a chimp!“.

Please don’t buy a book. Go buy an I-Phone.

Charles Marvin seventh great-grandson of Charles Darwin.

Artist ¦Naturalist

The Monster Within

There’s a dark monster inside me

but mostly it’s away

locked in rusty shackles

but every now & then

a link in the broken chain gives way

to shattered hopes, broken dreams and an empty soul

Light was never bright

It never shined upon the Quixote of a knight

It’s all black within

black tar dripping every now & then

the darkness is within you too

& it’s within your loved ones

it’s within your mothers & within your son

your fake smiles can’t hide it

my tears & cries can’t hide it

smoked lungs can’t hide it

trembling tongues can’t hide it

mine’s at least away at times

yours is always out

with no leash dragging on the ground

nothing to stop it from taking the crown

It’s gonna’ rule your world & mine

’cause you adore it, I don’t

I want it to die

you need it to shine

I ain’t fucked up

It’s just an awfully tough time

 

 

 

 

Thanks Goddess Kim!

I was lonely

I desperately wanted someone

I was horny

I desperately wanted someone

 

I prayed & prayed & prayed

Goddess Kim appeared

& said

“Why so sad?

go, have fun.”

 

I told her, I am lonely

I’ve got no one

Goddess Kim said, “I am the selfie Queen,

I would bring filters to your life,

red, blue & green!”

 

She shared her worldly wisdom

And now I am a celebrity

See what I have become!

 

The Goddess said,

“People of the world are stupid,

Because dead is poor little cupid

Now, love is found online

No need for flowers, dinner or wine

 

Send ‘Friend Requests’ to everyone

10% would accept, let go of the rest

Like & Like & Like

every one’s posts

Leave comments for them

not real ones, but ‘those’

 

The more you like

the more they see you

the more you comment

their narcissism would torment

 

In a state of vain, they ideally should complain

But that’s where the virtual genie comes

They won’t so much as twitch or get the scam

They would LOL, LMAO, TTYL instead

& become your fan.

 

‘Cause people are obsessed with ‘image’

& you know no shame

Thanks Goddess Kim for this wisdom

I shall not let down your name!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waiting In Love

“Why do you have to pull this ‘friend’ bullshit?

Why can’t you let your heart bleed

Walk up to her & tell her

that you’ve got the hots for her”

advised Nik.

“Dude! She’s Jasmine,

I’m an Aladin at heart too

But I got no magic carpet

I got no Abu

No fuckin’ genie works for me!”

“When she looks into the mirror

it tells her

YOU, YOU, It’s You whose the prettiest

When I do,

it cracks & yells,

“Go away you’re ugly as hell”

“But you’ve got other skills,

Your words not only hurt, 

at times they kill.

What about your sensitive heart 

which beats for even a selfish retard?

No one cares about packaging,

if such are the goods within”

I laughed & laughed till I cried

Nik, what century are you in?

You’ve stopped your therapy,

I request you to begin.

The world we live in

has no place for love.

It’s just nice clothes,

good looks, fancy cars,

& a hefty bank account

Did I miss Real Estate? Yeah! That too!

I got your point, Goatie!

But what makes you so sure?

that she’s one of those?

Did she ask for diamonds or just a yellow Rose?

Nik has a valid point

I don’t know for sure

what she wants.

Maybe, she’s the ‘other’ kind

but my mind disagrees.

“Let your heart ask her

whether she needs a hug or she wants to flee”

Hey Miss! I wanna’ be around you

What say thee, what say thee?

Let me know & it doesn’t need to be straight

any way, for you I’m always gonna’ wait.

The wind would stop, the rivers would dry

hell might rise, but hey Miss Wise,

some day, just, say

Me – I love you

You – Likewise…

A Flood Of Tears

A flood’s gonna’ come

not to wash away all that is

but to drown YOU

for what you’ve done

 

I can hear it

& I know you can’t

you’re focus is

on the sound of silver

 

You built some dams

you killed a few beavers

you suffocated some birds

you burnt a few jungles

 

I know you’re greedy

I know you’re needy

I know what your story is

You’ve risen from ashes

& are now basking in the false sense of permanence

 

Every time the wind blows

Every breath I take in

I am determined

to not let you kill me

in the name of religion

in the name of civilization

 

I won’t let you destroy me

for false dreams of a better tomorrow

I won’t let you laugh

while she cries away

 

A flood’s gonna’ come

slowly, but surely

Hear her sobs, Mother Nature is dying

So I know that a flood’s gonna’ come

I just ‘know’, I can see

 

I’d see you drowning

but don’t worry about me

‘Cause I would be safe

on top of a mountain

And I see the water is already beginning to rise

It isn’t too far away

A flood’s gonna’ come

Your end 

HAS BEGUN.

Moment Of Truth

I cannot recall each story I read,

each story I heard, during childhood

but I do recall that each implied

in the end,  bad succumbs to good.

 

I never questioned the truth of it,

until most recent years

as tales & fables gave way to the real

& disenchantment led to tears.

 

For if this was true,

then it made no sense

for my honest display

to fetch pretense

 

I cannot, for instance, for a second believe,

that my hope deserved a stab more than once

the first time I thought it was fate at play

on what do I blame the second chance?

 

Is it that I’m blind to my own faults?

I think it not to be the case,

for each night before I sleep,

I turn my own worst critic, for goodness sake!

 

I make amends, I fail again

I win myself over each day,

I realize I may have hurt a few,

but that’s a debt I most repay.

 

 

None of the fairy tales I heard,

had parts full of such despair

wherever I look, whatever I find

misery, heartache, resentment, are there.

 

It’s only now, that I realize

that what they taught was a thought mislead

it is never good that wins over bad,

let me replace that word, in every book I read.

 

For people are never good or bad,

they are either honest or they’re not,

for what prevails is not good, but the truth

that’s what life always taught.

 

The truth uncovers itself,

in manners most perverse

it hits you when you’re least prepared,

to make matters worse.

 

So I end the game of charades today,

as I gain a new meaning to life,

goodness is an illusion, it is truth that shall prevail

With that, I end my longest strife.

 

 

 

 

 

Spare My Voodoo Doll!

I slipped upon my tiled floor,

& almost broke my neck

spent all night preparing for it,

but still failed my test,

Whoever has my voodoo doll,

please just give it a rest!

 

My best friend hung up on me

for something that I said,

I’m quite sure I didn’t though,

my mind is a mess!

Whoever has my voodoo doll

please give it a rest!

 

My boss hates me infinity

I couldn’t have cared less,

but he took my name off the merit list,

no bonus now, I guess

Whoever has my voodoo doll

please give it a rest

 

My neighbor borrowed my car

some chick he must impress

banged the bumper, smashed the headlight

what buttons did he press?

Whoever has my voodoo doll,

please give it a rest

 

You’ve poked & prodded

shaken & bent

she’s taken a toll

it’s evident

enough of your entertainment

She cannot scream , she cannot vent

have you no heart, have you no soul?

put that needle back, you troll

I may not know, I cannot tell

but I’m sure there’s a wicked spell

that I can cast upon your deed

& make you come forth & plead

I am a decent human being

don’t wish to resort to satanic means

let’s end this game of occult chess

Please, give my voodoo doll a rest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Until We Meet Again…

It was a room full of people,

But I felt all alone,

I stood there & stared in disbelief,

My only son was gone…

 

So many dreams you took with you,

so many hopes were shattered,

so many nights of mid-night hunger pangs

my house, once full of chatter.

 

You took with you my brightest smile,

my will to live,

my reason to die

Your vacant room lies undisturbed,

I do not have the strength to curb

the stinging pain i feel within,

when I see the lawn chair you’re not in.

 

You’re study room with your favorite reads

the wooden shelves,

the golden beads,

that you once collected to adorn a frame,

a family portrait,

gently engraved with the family name.

 

Your favorite ride,

now, covered in cloth

reminds me of the time,

when you & I both,

rode to the market ,

to buy your favorite shirt,

the color was a deep blue,

your wide grin was it’s real worth.

 

It’s not just me,

but my flowers too,

that miss the boy who came by once a week,

Now they stare in empty space,

they’re lonely & too sad to speak.

 

 

The kitchen , I must say

misses you the most

’cause that’s where you made,

your famous sourdough toast.

 

Going back to that dreadful day,

when lifeless,

in the living room you lay.

I stared at you,

my hands at the rim,

of that God forsaken coffin,

that held my sleeping son inside,

my life, my joy, my heart, my pride.

 

I question God ‘most everyday,

why was it you,

not I that lay.

But such is the work of fate my son,

it shakes the faith of everyone.

 

There’s lot’s to tell

& lot’s to share,

that I no longer can retain.

I must hold my peace,

it’s good bye for now,

until we meet again…

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I’m Gone – The Checklist

Nobody lives forever,

Someday we’re all going to die.

And I want to sign out with a bang,

I don’t want to be that guy.

That guy who has a herd of people,

lined up to pay last respects.

I want to be that guy,

who wakes up mid mourning, to conduct some last minute checks.

Don’t worry, you’ll have a checklist handy,

to ensure that all goes well.

‘Cause if you miss out for some reason,

I shall haunt you from the depths of Hell!

So here’s my final checklist,

before I digress, 

I must confess,

This happens often.

I might be sunshine & sprinkles one moment,

The next it could be my coffin.

First things first, I want a well lit room,

where I lay in my deepest slumber.

For in my heart I’m a sunshine junkie,

’bout that I make no blunder.

My dress should be that of a bride,

’cause in life , I never got to wear one.

I got married twice, but not a single wedding,

so I’ll go fix that crap in heaven.

Next, I want everyone dressed,

in the brightest, most beautiful attire.

I want a live band to play “O Happy Day”

Along a singing choir.

There should be food of the scrumptious kind,

& wine the choicest best.

It would be great if the guest list spells “near & dear’

I don’t care about the rest.

I guess what my heart is trying to say,

is do not mourn my going away…

Bid me farewell on a happy note,

that’s my final wish.

‘Cause all my life I’ve dealt with sullen faces,

my final day, I shouldn’t have to deal with this!

HA HA HA I caught you bad,

don’t worry that last was a joke,

On an honest note I don’t want you sad,

‘Cause when you’re sad, you’re an inconsolable bloke.

And this time I won’t be there to cheer you up,

For I would have breathed my last.

So I hand you this checklist I made,

to spread the happy spell I cast!

Happy B’day Love…

 

Hey AFFY…

A very Happy b’day to you Miss…

I got no flowers but plz accept my nimble kiss..

I wanna place it on your lips.. but I guess someone else must have taken care of that

I guess I’d go to the park & kiss the bench where you once sat…

 

I still remember that first day, I saw you in the training room

My eyes shone and my heart did bloom…

Well, the blood inside it did dry..

When I saw you fly..

In the sky , holding hands with whom you chose…

While I numbed the pain with overdose.

 

All these years, you remained friends.

I was happy with your charity hugs while I cleansed the dirt from your window panes..

I guess our love is divine., I like to think so..

That’s the only plausible explanation, why the universe kept away my toe.. from your inside hoe…

 

You remember the way my heart paced when we hugged,

You thought I needed medical attention my love..

Well that’s the magic you induce, That’s why you’re MY muse.

 

Today I am shit broke.. Can’t buy you a gift,

Hope this poem hits you with a loving fist.

Love you Princess.. Happy b’day..

Deluded Nik…

Alpha Male

I met her, when I shouldn’t have.

Was still in the journey of finding self.

She charged like a hungry tigress.

Said, ‘Spank me hard, make me a mess.’

I was shocked, for me women are goddess.

My mother, sister and all others of the fairer sex.

But she wanted to be fucked with primal rawness.

Her Bio said, Feminist.

But she just wanted to be treated as SHIT!

After the shouts, screams and orgasms… I tried to cuddle.

But she pushed me hard and said not to expect a love bubble,

As she’s a feminist.

Shocked, I wandered. Few weeks later,

She said, ‘I am in love with someone better.’

He’s an Alpha Male and knows his thrusts.

Gives me love and slaps my breasts.

I said, ‘Miss Feminist, What’s this shit?

You want respect but you fuck with hate.’

She slapped, On my face, reality got mapped.

She went away, leaving me in disarray.

Nik said, ‘It’s okay. I need it for my ART!’

“Tell Me You Love Me”

Tell me you love me, that’s it

Tell me you love me , that’s it

she said, she said.

Why wouldn’t I, I thought so,

I could see a hint of cleavage

and I knew she got more to show.

I need to know more about you,

How old did you said you were?

Nineteen is legal, I thought.

Put on my flying machine, and then the wind blew

I flew,

Through her window – I threw – My big bag of lust

While I unstrapped the goods,

I made her understand

Why and how Love should be Banned !

She was worshiping my cock,

I smoked, I coughed, I smoked, I coughed.

I Love You, I said

Ain’t you late for your flight?

I am done, lock the door from behind.

In taxi, on the way to Airport,

I called her and said…..

Did we just destroy each other in the name of ART?

Was this all for the love of ART.

Tell me you love me, That’s It!

Tell me you love me, That’s it!

I said, I said.

She disconnected.

Let’s destroy each other emotionally again… It’s all in the name of ART!

Darkness

Engulfed in darkness
She blossomed.
A tiny divine ray
Still managed to crawl
Through the crack
In the roof.
Wearing her down
Accustomed to Pitch Dark,
She pitied her demons bark.
But now she didn’t know
Who is a friend and who is a foe.
Light reels d real darkness.
Floating lies her fukin mess.
She who had found herself
In that black abyss,
She found herself lost
In the light.
I looked into her deep eyes
I saw the stoned cries.
The pleasure was there
Boiling beneath the fear. There it was,
the bursting orgasmic pain.
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