Merry-Go-Round

Round we go night after night,

Two little kids went out of sight,

Her mother found sitting between them,

Unperturbed by her thoughts singing a lullaby for them,

“Sleep little angels with the moon and the stars,

Consume yourself into the darkness,

Shards of glass pierced into your hearts,

Breathe no more my little angels,

Wings of my love will take you far”,

Far away from the people who think you both are prettier than me,

How beautiful the kids are of an ugly bitch is hard to believe,

Let me add some shine to your two pretty little faces,

It’s hard for me to admire your faces the way it is,

Come closer to your mother my pretty little angels,

Let me a draw a picture for you my sweet little angels,

I will try to do this as slow as possible,

Let you have the taste of the pain shining on your faces,

Here my little angels I have brought a present for you,

All the nightmares of your tiny-winy life are about to come true,

I will hammer the nails one by one; I will take my time,

Let me just admire my work and keep on nailing till the box gets over,

After all the entire box at the utility store cost me full one dime.




Merry-Go-Round


Even after fifteen years you can hear the two little kids play,

Their mother was found nailed 45 times to the merry-go-round,

In that same old park you can still hear that sound,

But now the kids sing a lullaby for their mother,

“Two little kids on the merry-go-round,

What fun we had when we nailed that old bitch to the ground”.

Coffee Table

Drawing your face on a foggy mirror,

Keep looking at it makes me shiver,

Even if you are sitting beside me,

Can’t keep looking at you forever,

Makes me feel that you will disappear,

Droplets of morning dew in the palm of your hands,

Begging to stay there for a while,

Just to perish in the air with the feel of your skin,

Tinge of that red on your cheeks,

The way you smile when you look at me,

Makes all of this seem like a miracle,

Nibble your ears for while caress your hair a little,

When you get angry makes this world glitter,

Forces this world to blush for you a little,

If only all this was true for a while,

It could ease my pain,

Let me just stop thinking about her for a mile,

I keep coming back for her,

Don’t know how many years have just gone by,

Staring at her from that same coffee table,

Hoping that she does the same for me,

Comes here every day just to look at me,

If I could just freeze in time with her,

Take a picture of her so that I can make sure every day,

That someone so beautiful like her exists in this world,

Even if she never comes to know that I love her,

I will walk that mile for the rest of my life,

Just to see her smile thinking of someone,

From that same coffee table.

In The Name Of JESUS

People say praying helps you, heals all your pains,

Even if you have raped someone praying clears all your stains,

Drenched in blood take the blessings of the mighty lord,

Commit every damn crime in the world and wash your hands in the name of the lord,

One hand carrying bible and the other hand performing all the atrocities shoved behind,

Wash your hands in front of the almighty; they think that lord stopped minding long time back,

I don’t think heaven or hell exists because hell would have overflowed by now,

God switched the name plate of hell and earth as hell looked more like heaven when compared to earth,

War, suffering, hatred, misery trigger atom bombs burn each other out,

Kill each and every person turn yourself to dust till there’s silence no one else remaining to shout,

People say natural calamity would be the cause when doomsday arrives,

I think people brought their own end when the river of greed started running through their veins,

I think when god created this universe he took his time, sacrificed everything that he had,

But human beings find joy in destroying something beautiful labeling it as god’s work,

He didn’t create anything after this,

I think he went blind long time back.

Tale Of Happiness

I live in a world of fantasy where tales of happiness are told,

Where elders and children sit together under the tree of oak,

Where the moon and the stars try to outshine each other,

Moon borrowing the brightness from the sun for that day,

Absorbing each and every rays of the sun leaving it broke.

Where the elders sing the songs of happiness of freedom,

There’s no grief no misery no pain in my world to show.

We celebrate this day as the day when the forest looks divine,

The day each and every leaf of the two hundred oak trees shines,

Our elders call it as god’s miracle but according to me this is something else,

A phenomenon so gigantic that you cannot explain it in words,

You can just admire it; feel its beauty through your eyes,

Don’t know if it’s god’s miracle or not but there is someone,

Someone so beautiful that even nature blushes,

Showing the colors of love and affection not able to keep its feelings inside,

In my world there is no hatred no animosity just two friends sitting together,

One is love and the other is hate rejoicing their friendship under the shimmering blue sky,

In this world my dad tells me I would never leave you my son with that joy in his eyes,

I just hope I don’t wake up from my coma,

I hope that I never see the sun rise.

Heart Snatcher:The Series Part I

Look into your heart and tell me what you see,

Is it shattered, broken, aching to be free?

Rest in peace my friend it’s time to get deceived,

They call me’ the heart snatcher’ found in the depths of your dreams,

I’ll make sure that you wiggle, toss, turn, cry when you sleep,

I’m the one, who ejects misery in your heart making it crumble to pieces,

Shimmering streams of gold running through your veins,

Choking all your senses till your last breathe seizes.




I was born from the remains of my own body,

Resurrecting like a phoenix betraying the rules of the almighty,

My body was purely made of hatred, revenge and animosity,

I was born without a heart again betraying the rules of a normal human body,

I died the minute I was born, burned down left to rot with the remains of the unholy ground,

Born, died and again rose from the ashes to break the unwritten laws of nature,

I rip their hearts out leave their souls to wander, they call me ‘the heart snatcher’.

To Be Continued.....