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Dark Times

Dark ages wasn’t so bad after all

They used to hunt beautiful witches

Brave men were crucified

Kids were burnt alive

Pagans killed the one who believed

Vikings were made to praise Christ

Women were whored against their will

Elders were beaten, Poor were frowned

They all had a void inside

They fought brutally before their kings died

No amount of women

No weight of gold

Ever quenched a barren soul

Those unknown to own truth

Jostle around with nothing to find 

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Now they have government, television, religion

Military, police, a society with class division

Robbery, rape, infanticide, murder, terrorism

Assailants, gurus, a society with lame vision

Dark ages wasn’t so bad after all

Times were changing

Now nothing is static

Everything is falling apart

It’s appalling

 

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Insomnia

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And her thought striked

Once again, last midnight

She leaves me be

When I think of dying

The moment my heart pumps blood

My socket of eyeballs starts crying

Lost in oblivion

She never nears

The moment I smile

She never bears

All the directions

Nine fathoms Deep

I got no dope

How the fuck do I sleep!

Closed eyes see her face

Open eyes menace

Go away go away

Lover, I got nothing to say

Go away, with your false bundle of joy

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Nothing is Static

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She moved slowly, towards him
With a definite pace
He moved slowly, away from her
With a chaotic pace
They moved closer with a sway
They parted away with decay
Everything is falling apart
Nothing is static
It’s appalling

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Those smiles faded
Lame cries echoed
No one to cheer
Souls lack the ability to hear
Those painful cries wrapped in love
Shut down feelings
Everything is falling apart
Nothing is static

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She smiled for a last night
Tears rolled down those pale cheeks
Salty are her bleeding lips
Blood dried between open legs
Nothing is static
Everything is falling apart

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It’s appalling 
She would go to find a new home
Today! This day!
The end; She said⁠⁠⁠⁠


Pics credit: Felisha

Loneliness

I was looking out the window

The green pastures smelled of spring

The raindrops held the leaves firmly

While they slowly dropped dead on the ground

There was none around me

No one to make a sound

I hate noise; it breeds turmoil

But today I felt the need of someone, anyone to be around

A tear struggled hard before rolling down the corner of my left eye

That’s when I realized

I got no one to call mine

I picked a pen and a paper

But the ink got laden with salty water rain

The paper turned RED

I got no idea

How much I bled!

I got no idea

How much I bled!

I guess, A pint of blood would be an understatement

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Celestial Time Shift

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I prefer staying indoors

I cherish isolation

When I look out the window

I see the vibrant ugliness

When I close my eyes

I see you and my soul cries

The tears drown my dry eyeballs

I roam around in empty halls

Looking for traces of lost memories

You are what I found

When I burnt everything around

Down to the ground

I won’t step out

I won’t let the world destroy my cherished memories

That’s the only learning

You my only earning

You my immense wealth

My prized possession

A bundle of joy

Of the times we spent together

Staring into each other eyes

Saying things we never said

In mid of a celestial time shift

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Kashmir: A Heavenly Cemetery

It was the Persian poet Amir Khusru who referred to Kashmir as a paradise on earth. There is an old stone plaque in, Shalimar Gardens, which proclaims “Agar Firdaus bar rōy-e zamin ast, hamin ast-o hamin ast-o hamin ast,” meaning “If there is a paradise upon earth, it is here, it is here, it is here“.

It is also mentioned that when Jahangir was asked on his deathbed about his cherished desire he is credited to have said:

“Kashmir, the rest is worthless”

Well, reading such great poetic words:

Always I wondered

How could one term a piece of land heaven

It baffled me for ages

Why do poets write such praises

After all it’s just a land, few trees, few mountains

A valley blessed with decades of unrest

Lost peace as a concept

A land once white as snow

Now has traces of blood 

On every leaf which has the mettle to grow

A land trampled by army boots and assault rifles

A land filled with widows, staring out the windows

Bleeding for someone long gone

A land whose kids wish a life at dawn

Return home clad in white, powered by saffron

What’s so special about a ruined town?

Why is it a talk among the nations around?

Well, I never knew what ‘beautiful’ meant

Until I set foot on Kashmir’s heavenly ground

A land blessed by Allah himself

A heaven with gunfire in the background

A heaven with bleeding, dying children in a mound

Throats choked with tear gas and smoke

Unable to make any sound

A heaven destroyed brutally

By you and me collectively

Absence makes the heart grow Fonder

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Yesterday night, the moon and the stars shone bright

The galaxy was alive, while I held you tight

And you slipped, like sand through my fingers

The clocks on the walls became motionless

While I secretly stole, few stars from your hair, tucked behind your right ear

I know someone else owns them, but ain’t finders, keepers

You belong to someone else but I never wanted to keep things

For myself!

I do want you to dance with me

But you prefer dying alone

I wish I could leave you be

But every morning, you & me

Need to travel to save those dying stars

You might but I can’t do it alone

Whoever you choose to spin with, on the dance floor

Whoever you wrap your arms around

The song would always be made of my broken words

The music would always be mine

The less you see of me

The more you would miss me, staring at you

With blank, silent eyes, laden with unsaid speech

I wanted to lie next to you

But haunting you in your dreams, works just fine

What the world fails to understand

Is, whoever you choose to dance with

Lover, you belong to me, You are mine

You would always be mine

I certainly miss the kiss, which I could not dare to steal

But then again, there’s always tomorrow, there’s always a fucking tomorrow!

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The Green Plant & The Lady in Red

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 It rained last night

The stars were dull

The moon was gloomy

Her eyes shone bright

She flew kites, all her last days and all those lovely nights

She felt free, roaming around 

With a bear trap, chained to her leg

rattling the ground, as she walked and trampled and moved

This morning, the green plant caught her gaze

She got confused, she got dazed

The earth around was barren

Though her last night was brazenly wet

She looked at the green plant

The plant looked back

Staring he saw, his lovely lady in red

the plant bled, the plant bled

And the land around, blossomed

The lady in red stood motionless

She couldn’t see; hear no sound

Her heart skipped few beats

All she heard was a pointless rhythmic beating of few punctured valves

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The lady in red, went back to her bed; she had witnessed enough rain for the season

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The Rise in Skies & the Fall on Earth

Good Evening Planet

An adrenaline junkie is somebody who engages in sensation-seeking behavior through “the pursuit of novel and intense experiences without regard for physical, social, legal or financial risk”. Such activities include extreme and risky sports, substance abuse, unsafe sex, and crime. The term relates to the increase in circulating levels of adrenaline during physiological stress.

Dopamine is another profound chemical. The effects of dopamine include increases in heart rate, body temperature, and sweating; improvements in alertness, attention, and endurance; increases in pleasure produced by rewarding events; but at higher doses agitation, anxiety, or even loss of contact with reality.  Stimulants such as nicotine, cocaine and methamphetamine promote increased levels of dopamine.

Only a handful of addicts are aware that ART induces a combination of both adrenaline and dopamine. This evening a dear friend of mine, Author – Khadija FatimaYou think You know, made me read one of her poems. Well, I am high on her words ; A perfect blend of two of the planet’s most profound chemical.

As much as I wanna save this drug for myself, I cannot deprive the world from such beautiful poetry. So, Ladies & Gentlemen, this terrific evening, Broken Radio presents you, an original poem by Miss Khadija Fatima!

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“The Rise in Skies & the Fall on Earth

You beamed with wits when you saw me

A little gut feeling went unattended

Danced like a lunatic when we met

Made me reminisce an old love song in your red dodge

Table with Kebabs and Game of thrones

Surprised me with taste of India in a Pak lounge

Twice the dawn turned into dusk, then we met again

Flirted with flamboyance until I gave up

We flew away as written in the palms of time

Months passed with eternal nights filled with thrills

Planning and preparation, our palpations never halted

Then you came crossing the deep seas

When we met in the mist of frosty days

I set eyes on you and I knew you were mine

When the world asked our story, your lips moved radiantly

And the bliss I heard, “my destiny walked into my door”

How we loved our chilly walks full of joy and fear

Our confound natures created a havoc

And it all ended in sorrow and vague

Until the darkest night crawled back, we met again

I buttoned your sleeves and relived your skin

Humoured and ridiculed the world in good faith

The mighty Eid arrived, and it struck what I missed

We spoke the unheard words, us against the world

My quest with the dark prince, who said we still got time…  “

— Kate

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The Crystal Ship

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
― Jim Morrison

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“The Crystal Ship”

Before you slip into unconsciousness
I’d like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss
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The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We’ll meet again, we’ll meet again

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Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You’d rather cry, I’d rather fly

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The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I’ll drop a line

— Morrison

ADDICT

Addiction is a condition that results when a person engages in an activity  that can be pleasurable but the continuation of which becomes compulsive and interferes with ordinary responsibilities and concerns, such as work, relationships, or health. People who have developed an addiction may not be aware that their behavior is out of control and causing problems for themselves and others.

I guess..
I’m addicted to the bullshit, the drama, the pain.
Ludicrous on a panaroma, drivin me insane.
Still gives me fuel to my fire,
Fire in my soul, just can’t retire
Glorified then crucified, just Like Jesus Christ
Hell or heaven, still I write…
Do me a favor haters, no more favors tonight!

What u can’t trust, you shouldn’t lust

#RagemanJD

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Let’s get High! On lyf 

Allah – He is the only ONE

To the one – ALLAH

He whose name gives you peace, He whose light fights the darkness

The greatest artist is he who painted this bright universe

We search him everywhere but he is within waiting to be found

He who they call ALLAH

Someone calling you a liar wouldn’t make you one

You let the voice go unheard, the voice of the supreme being inside you

Every word you say is a lie

He who made you would take the light away on that night of darkness

You would pay for your sins in a manner like no one ever paid before

All your sins would be washed away once he who lives in the sky

you find a way to him, he whom they call ALLAH

 

Peace Love Rock n Roll

I was away in the mountains, for a while. When I came back, I had an engaging conversation with my mentor. We realized the importance of making a little money as we were behind on all our bills. It was a motivational conversation. I prepared myself. But then I became sick and ended up watching House of Cards and Homeland. I still got two episodes of Homeland remaining. But that’s beside the point.

I realized, ‘One never enjoys doing things they ain’t fond of.’ So here I am, writing. No longer do I feel sick, nor do I feel the need of watching a thriller.

Tough days always fall. Life’s a ride, there’s always this thrill for a small while, followed by a mundane, lousy, disciplined spin. But tough days do make you miss childhood. Life was simpler during those good old days. Most of us fancy kids. (Few of us hate too. But I won’t talk about them as I have been requested by my editor to stop the Neo-noir bullshit and do a little, toned down, commercial writing.)  We fancy pets too. Do you know why? Let me tell you. The one and only plausible explanation behind wishing a kid/pet are to be around someone whose emotional energy is overwhelmingly powerful.

Your wife is having an affair. Your Boss just fired you, just now, a few minutes ago. Radio says the prices would go up. The weather forecast is storm and war.

You come home to your kid/pet and yell, ‘I am fucked, dude. Totally fucked!’ The kid/pet stares at you calmly and asks –

‘My question to you is, are we going to play ball in the park or not?’

And there it is. All your worries go away for a second. Then you beat the pulp out of that kid/pet. Drink whiskey! And sleep like a baby.

There you go. It’s always good to have something like this around. I guess that would be it for this afternoon. May God bless you this Ramadan. May God bless you. He no longer blesses me but I surely pray for you. And Google is reviewing my website so no talks about sex till next weekend. I apologize. We changed our theme from –

Sex  Drugs  Rock n Roll

to

Sex  Green-Tea  Rock n Roll.

 

Let’s Call this Love!

I know. I sure do know. You guys are gonna start screaming that why am I talking about Love. I am well aware some of you have left your lovers because you believed in my saying that love is an illusion. I still stand by that statement.

But I too deserve to act stupid at times. We all get to have a little fun. Yes, In a longer run mostly everything turns to shit. And so does Love. Something which initially starts as a tiny funny feeling in your lower abdomen metamorphoses into a pain inducing tumor in your head towards the end days and then becomes cancerous and kills you. Then you slowly and gradually pick the broken pieces and then start looking for someone else to make you feel whole, for a little while, again. This basically sums up everyone’s love lives.

But let’s focus on the first few days. To clearly explain why love is so addictive, I am going to present to you my LSD trip notes. Love is as addictive as any other drug and has exactly the same effects. Here is love explained for all of you.

You start seeing colors. Your lover takes over your consciousness and you feel aware after a very long time. You no longer feel the need of being lonely. You start believing – Experiences are more enjoyable when shared! You experience a surreal time shift. It feels your world is slipping beneath your feet and is being replaced by a bright yellow light. The light of freedom, with a shade of captivity . You make paintings which capture how you feel because no amount of words can explain this divine phenomenon. And no fucking blog can tell you what it feels, when you on LOVE. Remember ‘ON LOVE’ not ‘IN’. It’s a fucking drug.  The colors dance and they talk too. 

That’s how the initial days feel like. And then –

‘DEATH – That’s what happens to every FUCKING BEAUTIFUL THING. IT FUCKING DIES. WE KILL IT’.

Didn’t the Ancient Mariner kill the poor naked Albatross?

Anyways, I am in the initial days so let me have fun. Atleast till EID! And guys a fact which you might not know cause you do not use all your senses, all the time – Women’s Vagina and a freshly made Painting smell alike. That’s it for this afternoon.

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.

Lucy – The Temptress

This occurred a few trillion years ago
Daddy was always an explorer
He wished to see new lands
He was in love too
Nothing sounds more beautiful than the ringing bell of starting a new family,
a new world
The world as we know it, is dying
Dad’s world wasn’t different either
His brothers had raped and plundered their mother.
She was a breathing corpse
Dad gave his dying mother a hug
Held hands and bid goodbye
Mama and Daddy got on the flying machine
And flew through million wormholes and saw a land so green
Never before their eyes had seen
I wasn’t born yet
But my consciousness was floating around
They met Lucy, Mom loved Lucy
Lucy smiled when she saw mom
Lucy danced, Lucy stole, Lucy made a garland
Mom: Lucy is like us. A little primal maybe. She wants to talk to me. I want to talk to her. Oh powerful one, Let’s gift her speech.
Let’s make her a little human.
Dad: There are some rules. Everyone wants to go around but nothing ever moves. It’s all static.
Lucy is a chimp. That’s what she’s supposed to be.
Mom cried, Mom wept
Mom slept, Alone
I cried, I came out from her womb
Dad: My fair maiden, Goddess of moon & stars, you gifted me a son.
I give thy, ‘Lucy the she-human’.
I saw Lucy. She was divine.
My mother was a river
Lucy was an ocean
She was untamed and fearless
Her youth only cared for passion
One day, naked she came in front of father and said, ‘ Father, mother is getting old.
I am ripe and I am bold.
Come, I am all yours.
I wanna worship you.
Crush my thighs.
Here, these bossoms
Come hold.
Father ran away in shame
He didn’t know, who to blame?
It was he who brought a chimp to life
Mother chased Lucy away
Mom and Dad died that day
They were around. Rotten were they.
18 Moon years later
While hunting for dinner
My eyes locked on a beauty divine
I hadn’t seen a female before
It was just mother and Babylon whore
She pounced on me as if I was a last meal.
Her lips touched mine
Ravage madness shook the forest
Thunderstorms came,
And it flooded Earth in no time
My parents came running
They shouted, ‘ Run away son. It’s Lucy.
They call her, ‘ Eve the temptress now’.
Dad died of shame, Mom of pain
I only cared about a naked flame
I wanted it to shine brightest
It wasn’t love. It was lust at it’s primest.
Lucy wanted a home.
I made Rome.
Lucy wanted diamonds
I killed some of my sons.
Lucy wanted violence
I made Hitler & Mussolini
Lucy never stopped wishing
I never stopped kissing
Her hairy white ass.
One day I grew old.
I no longer needed a hole
To warm myself
To feel whole
I am taking control
I have a new goal
Making a better world
I drove away Lucy.
But I have heard
Since centuries, she has been roaming the filthy streets of human settlements
Men beware of Lucy
Don’t buy her anything
She is just a pretty chimp
Don’t buy her anything.

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! 😊

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

Lover, Leave Me Alone!

Lover, please leave me alone

Lover, please leave me alone

Let me die with my sightless eyes

Let me die with my punctured lungs

Let me die with my crushed hopes, dreams and my broken bones

You don’t wanna nourish me

You just wanna judge

Pretentious, ignorant female

I would never budge

I am, I was, I will be

Cause I am time

I am wealth

I am stars, the sun, the moon…Saturn too

Your thoughts can’t leap

They like Snails

They sweep, all the dirt

all the earth, since birth

You are destined to crawl and die

Everyone gets by, everyone gets by

Lover, please leave me alone

Lover, please leave me alone

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

 

 

 

 

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.

Unintentional Yogi

Ran away, from my place

To find solace

Ran away from the concrete jungle

into the hills

standing tall

 

I hate city sheep

no more greed, 

no more need,

to mingle

I no longer hum their jingle

 

Built a hut

with broken twigs

a shaky roof

no mattress beneath

Isn’t peace what every soul seeks?

 

My Insta handle did say

‘FARMER AT PEACE’

never really knew what it meant

till the time I lay

in the hay

me & my friend, ‘Caterpillar’

ate leaves,

smoked leaves

& knew no fear

 

One morning,

I woke to find ‘Caterpillar’ gone

he had turned into a butterfly

he left my lonely self crying

Oh My! Oh My!

 

I took a stroll

to mend my broken soul

walked tall, walked tall

saw a bench

sat down

a few fair maiden came by

they thought I was in deep meditation

they bowed down

I had no clue,

what that meant

but heard them as they chanted

Oh! Enlightened one

Bless upon us

luck, love & a little fun

 

By virtue of spontaneity

I lifted my hand & touched their foreheads

they smiled in happiness

as they left, 

the sound of silence was divine

the Universe was wrapped around me

&

Everything was mine,

Everything was mine.

 

A Happy Mothers Day To The ‘Other’ Kind Of Mother

Happy Mother’s Day Mom,

From your ugly looking, least favourite son…

 

I always wondered why they need a day for mothers,

Mothers are divine, all of humanity does succumb.

But I guess today I figured this shit,

What kind of mothers deserve this gig…

 

It’s for YOU Mom, It’s for YOU..

When I stole a penny at 8, I just wanted an ice-cream stick,

I think you could have just made me understand,

You didn’t have to practise JIHAD and burn me…

 

When I was raped at 10, You blamed it on me

It was my fault, I could have ran away… I understand…

But MOM you knew I had a broken knee…

 

You made me feel shitty ‘cause I was not a pretty child,

Your brothers didn’t shower me with love and were unkind.

I remember your older brother threw me on the floor..

Just ‘cause I had farted.. But I was 12..

Kids fart… I wasn’t 24.

 

When I started earning, It was never enough

Everyone wanted a house, a car and a lifestyle

What about me?

You didn’t even let me buy a book about Van Fucking Gough..

You hated my girlfriends… I didn’t complain,

You hurled abuses, you hurt them

But couldn’t you see , I was in PAIN

 

I filled your account with whatever little I could make,

And now That I needed a little help

I was shocked to see your take

I just took a plastic card

You got ill ‘cause you thought

Your son ran away with your life’s worth !

 

Now I can’t love any other woman,

‘Cause I loved you deeply…

Every woman I’ve been with,

Looked like you

Isn’t that something, even Freud dint see..

 

Anyway, I guess this is the end

I wish you luck and Oh yes!

Happy Mother’s day…

 

Happy Mother’s day Mom…

From your ugly looking, least favourite son.

 

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!’

Starving For…

Starving for?

I gotta buy a little dope,

A little soap, wrapped in hope.

Hunger pangs, they got no fangs.

Can’t suck blood!

Gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta eat, gotta eat.

Rent Monster’s here,

Driving me into paranoia.

Pushing me into fear,

My thoughts unclear.

I wonder.. Why such despair?

Why did I quit a paying fucking corporate affair?

Thought a lot, did bend a knee, had an epiphany.

 

Nik said, ‘It was all to find love, Masked behind a fair idea.

Creating ART is a pretext,

Don’t you wanna’ have all those females,

Who made you feel messed?

Nik, you just wanna take ’em to bed.

 

I requested for a week’s time.

The monster’s fire did lose it’s shine.

 

I turned around, and on the ground,

There she was my favourite female!

She shouted, ‘ Write something you loser, Good for nothing poser.

Wannabe, wanna see more, Go create something pure.

It’s all in the name of ART.’

Nik wrote a poem and said,

‘ This is a fucking mask, All you really wanna do is pour your drink in her silver flask.’

 

She read the poem and dropped the curtains…

And my eyes shone, my eyes shone.

Nik left the room, I was with her all alone.

Can I please hug you angel? In the name of love!

Nik was still shouting from somewhere,

She’s gonna destroy you emotionally, but it’s cool..

Isn’t it all in the name of ART?

A Weekend Opposite The Pinnacle Of Shit’ness – A Shopping Mall

DAY 1

Took a shower, got dressed

Walked towards the nearest

Liquor shop!

 

A sign hung – ‘DRY DAY’

My throat slid away

Thirsty I wandered

dazed & confused

bought a few goods & felt good.

 

Above was the sky & a moon

I was below, maybe under

Saw happy faces

eating shit …

I too got my receipt.

 

The sky blasted

came down thunder

I ran away

denying my blunder

 

DAY 2

Took a shower, got dressed

Walked towards the nearest

Liquor shop!

 

No sign, bought wine

came home,

wrote a poem!

And drank , and drank

And drank , and drank

To the lost, to the lost

To the lost, to the lost

And they ask,

“Why do you drink Nik?”

This Looks Ugly !

The weight was building up,
He knew he would be crushed.
Panting yet smiling,
He kept pushing back.
It moved
Stayed dangling above him
With a little hope
A tiny little rope
And it broke
Fell on his trembling soul
Shattering him into pieces
Painted on the floor
Ground fucked red with a deafening roar.
We need to mop this
It looks ugly
Said they.

A “Let’s Buy Nothing” Day !

Hey Honey!

Let’s buy nothing today…

Let there be no pizza box

No shopping bag full of branded clothes

No alcohol in glasses tall

No ‘extra’ pair of high heel shoes

No box of condoms ‘just in case’

No fairness face pack on your face

Let’s try being human just this once

&

Donate , not Spend

’cause there’s a world of difference

in gluttony & hunger

one is a rich man’s luxury

the other, a poor man’s sin

but we are neither rich nor poor

what we have is ‘just right

so if we save up our extra spends

a child may not sleep hungry tonight.

“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!

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