Seeing me laboring hard

None is aboveEvery one is found to swingIn and around selfish lineNo more I testAs I came to knowNo man is an angelEvery one is bestowed with flawsOne or the otherMen are very sharpWhen they scan othersBut to find a fault or twoIn him or herThey all turn dullAnd stunningly ridiculous.The rage against hypocrisyHas been…

like a tiny grain of sandand let them rot somewherein the nether worldIt’s a flying insult to a poetworking like an ounceof decomposing salton his rays of hope and flickering ambitionand a huge dishonor shownto the drops of sweatand red corpuscles of bloodwith which they are passionately writtenI answer when I am askedwhy I pin…

Of different taste and colourSometimes it is too hot or coldAnd get the burn to bearIt is just to suitTo serve selfAnd to satisfy whimsical moodOn the dead bodies of steadfastness and honestyIt plays the game of hypocrisyAnd brings new, new tacticsBut oh! SeasonRemember your changing weatherWill not with stand the mighty sun.

My thought, virginIt never depends on any membraneNor my chastity belongs to my bodyIt is completely a matter of soulConviction is not a matterThat you can cripple itWith missiles and bombsThe spirit of my humanity is not a wireThat it will bend or bow under any pressureNeither my creed will vaporiseLike a drop of camphorUnder…

Few quotes are excellent poemsMind it; I forgot to tell him this.

bitter, bitter is the tasteof your false promisesdirty is the scent I smellso many I have seenbut they mostly have the sameblue vision, the waterthe wind and the sunsuffer the same painwhen they go throughthis dubious world.

But like the sun raysI will illuminate the pitAnd shake the oceanYou may break meAnd make me look like mudBut like a earthen tubI will gather myselfAnd grow the lotus flowerYou may throw meOr kick me hardBut like a rubber ballI will come backWith a great reboundYou may thinkI am a clownOr a house flyYet…

And they appeared only in two coloursEither in black or whiteVery unromantic, unfunny and dryThe meanings of hints and signs I used to take straightAs I knew not any zigzag waysA true zombieSpade a spade in approachAn innocent gullibleEasily deceived by the face valuesUntil I met suddenlyWith twist in the gullyMy first girl friend with…

EntersInYourLifeToScanHeart and mindToMixUpFilesIn put some uneasinessToDeleteSmileFromYourFaceLikeAVirusTo hang you up for life.or long!

If it is from cows and buffaloes then it is beefPork is if it comes from pigsChicken and mutton are the other names given to it fondlyBut no another name they could come up withWhen they kill a personFor his or her eating choice or habit but deathLife of cow is more precious than a…

That you are infestedWith the bugs of commonalitiesBut the sun shines brightAnd the Everest stands with the mighty heightFrom where the essence of excellenceBeckons meYet I agree with youFor the reason thatI want to be sociableThough the ghost of ordinaryStings meLike honey bee.

Once i indulgedIn the illusions of hopeI have two keen eyesBut i shut themWhen i needed to see the painful truthi have sharp earsbut i was not brave enoughto listen the song of that syrenthe pain turned into a hilland i became a beasti was never a wise mani did a serious blunderthe beast in…