Devils Odd finger

Hopeless Romantic that is me! Laws of  physics dosn't work on me. Beaten to pulp.Lost in the crowd Stands in the dark with no candle to guide me Days of my past hurt  like the  cancer Broken my soul! cant be fixed with a prayer Value of  life I always known Battle of love I never won Heart less spineless monsters Came to the world usurped my treasures Beauty like Sita.heart of  the helen. Terrorise my life. Captured my soul Turned towards the  god  bowing my head  They turned to the dark and  share their same tales Even the gods succumbed to their trickeryy. Not even  mighty realise their deceit  Take me to brahma take me to siva Change me to a dog give me no consensus Roaming in the streets with no knowledge of love Give me a chance I want to be born again...

Cigarette! A cylindrical tube Made of fire at one end A fool at the other end. Transforms  man to a piece of wood  A Heartless mindless worthless wood. One puff  kills one hour. One cigarette shorten the life by a day. Entertain you like a snake charmer And kills you with a  stinging snake bite. Cigarettes are the forbidden fruit From the garden of Eden. Adam ate it once and we were cursed with death And now we use it again and it kills u with every puff They usurp your world Marry you to the devil Takes away your free will. Force you to live like the doctors prisoner For one smoke of cigar You ignore your mothers tear  With one smoke of cigar You spend one day less with your kids ......

Born in the streets Son of some whores  There lived a guy Who had never been gay Hated every  day  Cursed the nights more None listed  to his pray he was made by  gods secondhand goods Smiling faces made him wonder How come they never face the worlds terror His fate was sealed on their kindness Held  a plate hoping for their tenderness He stood their with a beating heart Hoping for some belly feeding currency he was nothing but a beggar A man from the gheto with no identity Nobody called him son Nobody kissed him like a mom He lived a life not even satan would  dare Knowing the day he  die nobody  would even care He kept a starving stomach When the dogs  were greeted with meaty treats He stood there and wonder What was his wrong doing! He never lost his hope His heart still beat without fear Rehearsing for the day he could finally smile He wandered along the streets day and night he was the ...

Waking up to the music of the hen I lived a life with no idea how to use a pen Listening to the rhythm of the river I found happiness that modern man could never Never owned cars but I loved my country craft Rowed my boat with pride as I was the cop of river Touching her  skin without hurting her nails I moved my paddle paying respect to  my mother River you gave me life.you gave me soul You are the Prometheus saving me  from the hunger Then came a being who cal themselves better Look like humans but only worser They build up the towers polluting  my air Named it development filling my eyes with tear Dumbing the waste into the womb of my river Muting her mourning  for their own pleasure Trading their souls to the devil like Dr faustus They are the beings who are clearly heartless I stood their helpless like the-  insect  caught on the spiderweb Realising the arrival of kalyuga I will stand like a  wall infront of their ...

World is a strange place like the mouth of krishna Smiling faces deceive like the hood of cobra It can hurt u in your sleep.It stings u while you pray Keep you in the ground like you are made of clay.  World is  like my toothbrush It promises you healthy  teeth Leting the germs operate like secret service Shining teeths drug us like the marijuana  Till the reality kicks in with the,- holes that need to be drilled Every step is a rat trap. Every handshake  decieve like Lucifer's promise Where do we live ?Earth or hell? A question for ages! A Debate for the show offs Go back to god go back to vedas Rebuild the world which was- The home of the sages

He came to the world on a Monday night Eight pound kid doctors laughed Put him back his mother wished He grew up hoping for something to happen right He  spend his days in the grandma's kitchen Watching his brother perking the chicken He was their golden child,Apple from the tree and The eight pound kid was the curse of Adam When he cried no one wiped his tears When he smiled no one asked him why? He slept with the rats Played with the lizards  Watching the sunset Listening to the birds  Playing with his shadows Talking to himself He learned the art of living a life Sunday monday saturday Days ran by without his permission He stood their right at the corner Waiting for the eighth wonder He wanted to pray but god didnt know him He wanted to run but he was in chains Earth or hell he wasnt sure where he lived He never took a rope to find it by himself....

A press of your thumb The memories last till the end of time Photographs are flesh and blood Some creates hurricanes in your mind Some sooth like the monsoon rain  Some stop u fom being blind Photographs are bhagavat gita modernized Every snap a lesson Like krishna it teaches u the do's and dont's Like vedas it explains the concept of karma. Photographs the reminder of my spiritual land Individuals were people and nature  their mother A milk of kindness is what Shakespeare called it Modern man sold the milk for his new Iphone 7 Let the photographs remove the stones from your heart Fill the gap with sunshine and rainbows...