EMBRYO

Theme is that. there is a whore who gets pregnant and go for abortion and this is what his embryo speaks..

The curse,
began when a nurse,
checking nerves
of the lady
in whose body I was,
and told her sister,
that she was pregnant.
The lady smile
for a while
and opted for abortion.
that means my portion,
was to be cut and thrown out
without any emotion.
I had to die,
coz in whose body I lie,
was of a whore,
and many times before,
she had opted for
this thing...
My rejoice turning into mourn
coz I couldnt be born,
as I was result of mere porn.
2 days after,she visited
that place again.
that say,today
it was my judgement day.
I was crying,trying
to stop them
from making me dying.
"Please,Please,dont kill me.
I aint a curse
I'll survive by maself
But they din hear,
my tears
and took instruments near
and 10 mins after,
I was thrown out
and burnt in fire.
My all desires,
my all dreams,
it seems
to have ended.
My life surrended
after the spended
3 days of life.

THE TRUE VIBES

Theme is that there is a guitarist in a band whose band members die on day of their contest....

He was flattered,
completely unaware of the fact
that his dreams were going to be shattered,
into the pieces, randomly scattered.
Today was his live audition..
the chance of transition
of position from an amateur
to a highly professioned.
Suddenly, the phone rang,
the news gave a bang
to his mind,
that his musical gang
died in a car crash.
Oh no! God!
U cant do this to me.
Fuck the auditions,
but please bring me
back my all roomies.
All the hopes broken,
completely sweat soaken,
he was walking
and some thing strike him.
and he faints.
he opens his eyes,
he cant believe,
but still a lot relieved.
as he see
his roomies standing
and saying that we
cant come, our hands are locked,
but you havta rock.
Now we are leaving,
believing
that you'll fullfill our dreams
though we r dead not living.
Again he opens his eyes,
his confidence rise,
to become a rockstar,
he take his guitar
and drive his car
to the place of ultimate war.
He walks out to stage,
full of rage.
lyrics written on page
He was singing
the crowd swinging very loud
on the beats
throwing roses on his feet
He won the 1st prize
feeling above seven skies
And his roomies are still with him
in form of his vibes..............

MAX and PAULSON

The story starts when two orphans,
max and paulson
very often
used to walk on the streets and
checkin on for
the pieces of meats
so that they coulsd satisfy their hunger
frm the garbage or frm the thieves learners
They were just 15.
that is they are drifting
frm their childhood
to the youth shifting.
One day they met
and get to know from eyes
that they're going to be friends.
Now all time together,
they were spending whether,
it was joyous weather
or sorrow rather
They're each others mother,
each other's father
each others joy
to make mind less sadder.
But those 3 fucking nights
when they din have any thing to eat
garbage bin empty
just full of some shit.
Hunger stricken
pockets lighetend,
They were sitting on seat
suddenly smelled of cookes meat
A man had it in hands
they fell at his feet
He gave them a few bits.
They gave them a few bits.
They demanded more
"You son of whores
Always want to eat free
If u want more,
You have to work for me.
If u agree,
then follow me,
or keep sitting under this tree"
They had no other choice
They followed,
he took them to a building high.
dressed them with a suit and tie.
They took a sigh
and walked with him.
The people were partying,
the beats knocking ,ears
,music rocking.
to them it was a wonder like stephen hawking.
The man showed them a lady
wearing a diamond locket,
"Oh man!! stop it!!...
We cant steal,
it wasnt our deal."
The man showed him pistol
which supposed to be real.
Paulson ran out of the room
Man followed
And shot!!! and boom!! it hit the leg...
And shot!! and boom!!! into the straight head.
Max followed.
saw his friend lying,
nearly dying
ran to the man.
shouting and crying,.
He snatched the pistol
aimed and shoot
2 bullets in man
and others in self.
Both buddies dying,
heavens are crying.
We've reched the heaven
and here enjoying.
The real life after dying......
Pulkit as Paulson......

I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND FOREVER

I'll be the sun that rises in the morn
I'll be the sunshine that brightens up your day
I'll be everything beautiful at dawn
I'll be there for you, every single day.



I'll be that butterfly, in the garden, fluttering
I'll be that sweet fragrance that wafts through the air
I'll be that cute little bird, merrily twittering.
You just have to look and you'll find me everywhere


I'll be the noisy, gurgling stream
I'll be those tiny pebbles; you pick up, on the shore
I'll be that green oak leaf shining in the sun's gleam
I'll be there for you, like I have been there before


I'll be those distant mountains towering high
I'll be that canopy of trees whispering in the woods
I'll be that bird soaring high up in the sky
I'll be the one there always to make you feel so good.


I'll be that sky, drenched in blue
I'll be those clouds all snowy and white
I'll be that rainbow, with colors so true
I'll never want to lose you out of my sight.


I'll be the rain, you love to dance in
I'll be that soft dri drizzle, sprinkling on your face
I'll be that song, you always keep singing
I'll be there in all that mist and haze


I'll be the shooting star you wish upon
I'll be that starlit sky you, always keep gazing
I'll be in your dreams,I'll be been there for eons,
I'll be there with you always and in everything.

SOLDIER'S RIME

I am sitting alone,
I feel like hell.
Really,I didn't want to tell.
But my loneliness has made me to write.
I cant decide was it wrong or right.
Was it wrong or right,to leave them behind.
Was it wrong or right,to make up my mind.T
hat I'd be alone,like a mad or a gone.
Was it wrong or right,to choose my aim
Was it wrong or right,to play the hellish game,
The game of my life,the biggest strife.
In which I've to cut my throat,with my own knife.
My love for country ,has put me in this place.
From where,I cant trace,any survival hope.
But Alas!!!! what can I do?
I've no other choice.coz a soldier,,,,,has not got any voice...
and I know,I can die any time..
..But no surprises....coz its every soldier's rime.....................

Encounter with death

Come on friends now,
hold your breath.
I am going to tell you about my,
encounter with death.

Last thing I remember
is my plane crash.
everything except me,
had become ash.

I was lying on
bare hot land.
There was nothing but
sand and sand.

In the midst of Sahara(desert)
I was lost.
wanted to return home,
at any cost.

The bloody red sun
was getting hot.
Distant objects were
appearing to float. [as appears in intensive heat]

There was nothing near,
but just Cactii,
and a few hungry Eagles
and kites in the sky.

There was nothing to eat,
nothing to drink,
nothing to listen,
except insects' tink.

After walking and walking,
I had lost all my power.
So Sad!!! on my grave,
there will be no flower.

Just closer to me (I saw)
there was lying a snake.
Shocked in the horror,
my mind began to shake.

I had forgotten
my all disguise.
coz death was standing,
in front of my eyes

All my face
had grown red.
suddenly I noticed that
the snake was dead.

Something to eat
I had to take.
I can't tell you,
how I eat that snake.

My destiny had made me
a wild beast.
coz I was enjoying
insects as feast.

But alas!!! I didn't have
any other choice.
But hey!!! just wait,
I heard some noise.

It was the voice of a car. (rescuers)
I had won from death,
the life's war.

This was not merely
a rescue team.
But it was also an
end of a deadly dream.

After few days,
I am back home
sitting in front of you,
telling about my roam.

The last message
I wanna spread.
Where you lose hope,
you are dead.

GONE

He is raptured,
His heart is captured
of the memories of past.
Past, which was dark,
which had left a mark,
permanently on his heart.
Heart, which was once tired,
of watching his mother dying for him.
Heart which is happy
bcoz he has got a work.
bcoz he can earn money.
bcoz he can feed his mother.
bcoz he will not depend on others.
But as soon he reached home.
There was lying some wet loam,
around a body,
which was covered with a cloth.
A body, for whom he had lived
for whom he had died,was dead.
He kept on crying but she had gone.
She couldn't listen her child's moan

LEFT ALONE

You know, how it feels
when people say you are gone,
and in the whole world you are left alone...
When you have have nobody to talk with,
when you have nobody to walk with.
when your thoughts are said to be bored,
when in all,only you are ignored
When your presence irritates all,
when you feel yourself very small.
when your life becomes a joke
,and your respect vanishes into smoke.
when your dignity,is burnt into ashes,
when whole attitude inside you,crashes.
Then comes the moment, you stop your breath.
you hate loving life,you start loving death....

THE BATTLE FIELD

I still remember that day,

Faces of soldiers were growing gray.

Guns were ready,

Armours were ready,

Men were searching for their prey..

This was the work of some political punk,

Who had made,

people's life a funk.

Fathers were crying,

mothers were crying Sisters were crying,

Brothers were crying,

Watching their life ,going to be sunk.

Rain was in mood to cause a flood,

Fighters were in mood to shed their blood.

Soldiers died,relatives cried..

Only Death was laughing

and life was on side.

Sky was full of smoke and fire,

Hearts was full of emotions and desire.

Some were shot in eye,

some in head,

The ground was full of bodies dead.

When all was lost,

the one side won,

The political punks were having fun.

But, what was the need of that ugly strife,

To end the innocent people's pimping life..

THE DICTATOR

You are showing me knife!
wanna end my life?
Cut my nerves,Stop my breath.
doesn't matter,I have no fear of death
These were the words of 15 old guy,
Yeah! he was just 15 , but why?
Why did he say so?
He wasn't mad, he wasn't gone
But what made him a living stone
Fed of politics,
which stole his brother
which stole his father,
which stole his mother.
which threw a child,
to survive on street.
who never received any fest invite,
any b'day greet.
He was a lonely soul,
he had the guts,so he set a goal.
A goal to become a dictator.
What??
yes.its right!
a dictator.
But what was the hell thing which made him do this?
was it right or wrong,
you have to choose this.
He wanted to change,
whole the system,
to end the corruption,
from the meristem.
but as always he couldn't succeed,
bang!
one shot!
he could watch himself bleed.
He could see the death front eyed,
but that daredevil never cried.
His 1000 murders didn't went vain,
It affected the whole country's brain.
It was renaissance in the whole state,
He had written the whole country's fate
His name got all the affection
The only way his soul got satisfaction..