Jallad local anaar aahe, Tula Thokoon Jannar aahe

"Platform pramank do par aane wali local,
7.12 minute ki churchgate ke liye Jallad local hain..
Yeh local pe chadne ke liye aap ko raat ko jaldi sona.
aur subhe waqt pe uthna zaroori hain..

" These words were more sacred than a gayatri mantra or reading the bible before sleeping,
since getting up the next morning was to be dreaded like that itching..
Itching of that sack which held the marbles of secretion,
connected to the pipe which very well knew its mission ;)

The alarm rang not once but twice and the snooze made it ring nine times,
I woke up saying, "lag gaye beta ab going to college won't suffice"
The next morning I kept my alarm to ring at 4,
for college at 7 made me stand on that streets like that unworthy whore

Sat on the pot with the seizure emptying the stock,
suddenly a voice from out," kya kar raha hain andar, baal nikal raha hain kya tu hairy bandar" ;)
Ayla mummy, out I ran n she made my reason to go to college more firm
,but That call it was that killed it off, oh I was numb *blush*

"She called, she called wow she wants me in college,
I was excited like that other unused foil taken out the gargabe..
Had half a bread gave the bitch the rest
,she barked wagging her tail saying bow bow BOW BOW BOW, It meant," may yu conquer Her, yes your quest".. ;)

" 'Bhaiya', jogeshwari station,
and I sat into that 3 wheeler of joy..
But one minute, where Was that Railway pass and my playboy can,
weeped I on reaching the station,
I felt like that ulgy tan
Zindagi dheeme ho gayi ab kaise karu usse impress,
by the time I reach college I would look like that unwanted pest..
I took a vow somehow to sneak through the sweaty armpits,
saw my jannath local on platform number 4 and struggled through the crowd out like a spastic..

Why are stations crowded god damnit,
I will personally strategize the population policy to the pm oh my thought was so divine,
wish It would be drafted

The train left as if telling me while shrugging through
wake up on time son,Stop living life like a pornstar where you cant even CUM
I walked dismantled so n missed being hit by a train whilest pickin up my cap
A song similar to that Hera Pheri movie played in the head non stop

That tune was the anthem of life describin your stability or rhythm today
That sentence defined not only me but Most of you babua's too

"Jallad Local Annar aahe, Tula Thokoon Jaanaar aahe"

That CONFLICT?

Its a Question on each of ourr minds,
A question leaving God unkind
He got us to what we are today,
I say it was destiny, leaving the Lord at bay ..

Why does He send us on this earth if he has to make us cry,
Our emotions engulfed with misery and grief,
happniness where have you dried?

Call me immature or call me a stupid reason to this, Pray to yourself first then search for God's quest
This CONFLICT has each of us dismantled,
War would have bettered that anguish, that handle
That hande which we pull it leads to a stream

The stream of death and apathy,
YOU CAN HEAR THE WORLD SCREAM WHY FACE DEATH OF SOMEONE AND MISERY ALL ALONG,
Perhaps its a cycle or a legacy being carried along
I dont question you oh Lord, but question yourself one day Moments you give us,
do we really deserve it?

Your answer shall be met the day humanity questions your stance
I am no atheist No satan, Just an ordinary boy at glance
Emotion within waiting for a plate to be covered
Covered with that stream of tears rolling down in blood

My CONFLICT with you shall remain till I breathe my last Ethics we have to worship you, Its simply the reason you Bless us ! Look at those faces and plea's from the hearts galore GOD if your there, dont prove your worth, but dont get overshadowed with karma and destiny so!

Respect !

Gone to come Back

I rode down the lane in hunt of that box,
one which opened to that worthy watch..
That watch which had in it ticking that hand,
which kept spinning like life was a one night stand...
That box lay near the corner of a creek,
beside it I saw a figure resting so unique..
That figure rose high up and way above,
into the sky so dark leaving my heart like an wingless dove..
"Follow me, come, and feel those moments again "",
that voice echoed whilest it went higher n gone..
That box still lay with a glow inside,
opened it to see that heart so deprived..
Deprived of that face it wanted and craved for,
I was gripped seeing it weep like a heart never before..
I picked that heart and astonishingly saw,
your picture inside with me in your arms..
A tear rolled down upon and fell on it,
it moaned in grief like a spirit perished..
"Don't weep oh beauty, your heart is with me,
I will keep it close till beckons eternity"..
It looked at me and it was You inside,
emotion hit me, I knew my heart was your domicile..
I took it home n slept beside it,
it glowed with that charm when I saw you excited..
Excited with me and you only under that sky so beautiful,
I wish I came back to you each night each day..
I got the the next morning to see that box disappear somewhere,
God it was who had it, and he made me his slave..
I serve him today without a face insight
my duty to myself is the prime need for you to be right..
But deep down there I feel you within,
like the beat to my heart and its only mission..