Fuckin'...it's his time now !!

What the fuck!!
What the fuck!!
What the fuck!!

Three years, three times;
the mind got fucked, the soul got fucked,
the family got fucked, the friends got fucked,
every emotion got fucked.

Tension & Tolerance test brings out
the right quality; we all know this,
as we live in the world where
everything goes through this test
to keep itself breathing in this world,
but God has said, whatever you do,
comes back to you, so this tension test comes back to humans as well.

Keeping apart what everyone else has faced,
this fucked man has found pain under his skin as well.
Behind his giggling, his laughter,
even behind the most cherishable thing he did,
he could see the tail of this spectre.

Who knows the pain of the ball hitting the stumps
and the bail not getting knocked off better than the bowler,
but I bet that this man knows.
He knows the pain of getting fucked three times
and still not conceiving.

But as you say every 'fuckee' (the one who gets fucked) has his day,
he knew that his day will also come,
he knew that one day this 'fuckee' will get
promoted to be a 'fucker',
my dear friend that day has come.
And now it would be his rules which will govern
the fuckin' business of the 'soul tribulators'.

Now it's time to say -

I will fuck,
I will fuck,
I will fuck...not just three times but...live long!!!

Killing without killing

Wonder when he could be bestowed with such apathy,
neither could he.

A bare feet walk on a bed of sand which sucks him down,
the boiling sun now starts killing him without any frown.
As he tries to take a glimpse of his life for which he was gifted with this crown,
the crown of death in the middle of the yellow seething sand,
for accepting the gift of God with both the hands.
Unaware or just silent, the Almighty sees,
how love is killed by the selfish hands.
Looking up at the sky, taking the last of his few breaths,
he prays, let this incessant love fall never stop,
let these brave hearts in love never hold back,
let this rain of the essence of life continue,
then one day this barren desert will also bear fruits.

Loneliness is killing me..

When I look out of the window I find a very strange world,
a world that never stops,
a world that’s alive in the day and raves up in the night,
there are people everywhere but this loneliness is still killing me.

What a contrast it is,
even the sky is also splashed with so much of silver
but still it looks beautiful,
may be that is the reason which dwindles my loneliness
and keeps me alive,
but the stars cannot hold my sorrow forever.

Infection spreads and it spreads worse than ever
when the atmosphere is also infectious,
this loneliness of the inner is also growing
and is growing faster than ever in this selfish world.

It’s just a matter of time when everyone realizes that
this loneliness is killing all except me,
because I am already dead,
this loneliness has killed me.