Monday, August 3, 2009
Heart Snatcher:The Series Part I
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.....
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
My Nation
Lost souls required too many intrusions,
Electrostatic waves right to their brains,
Colliding with the particles,
Rupturing their thoughts bright like hay,
Bending their barriers bending my ways,
So much beauty so much grace.
One by one fine tuning there mind,
Take a step forward remember this night,
Today is the day you all will take a flight,
Rise to the occasion salute to the mighty sky,
An army of ten million suicide bombers marching by,
Prosperity is my idea peace is my vision,
Worked on my plan with so much precision,
City was the problem tough was the decision,
Wiping it of the map saving the nation,
I think it will work for the betterment of the society,
Altered ten million brains to what only I could see,
Destroying Mumbai will give the nation time to think,
It will Rise from the ashes the city will breathe,
No more corruption peace to the brink,
Time is to act time to take the plunge,
Boom!!! Goes ten million time to have some fun,
Sit back and relax watch the artistry,
Nation will prosper when the most corrupt city bleeds.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
My inner voice
MY INNER VOICE TELLS ME TO DO THIS,
MY INNER VOICE TELLS ME TO DO THAT,
I’M NOT A MURDERER,
I JUST FULFILL MY DESIRES,
PEOPLE TELL ME I’M A CRIMINAL,
BUT FULFILLING YOUR DREAMS IS NOT A CRIME,
SLASHING THROATS MARKING SIGNS,
WHY DO THESE PEOPLE HAVE TO ALWAYS WHINE,
MY FRIEND TOLD ME I’M A PSYCHO,
I JUST GAVE HIM A PIECE OF MY MIND,
HE HAS BEEN SILENT FOR A WHILE,
LISTENING TO MY INNER VOICE WAS NOT AT ALL BAD,
45 MURDERS BUT I’M A LITTLE SAD,
IF ONLY I COULD HAVE STARTED THIS EARLY,
WHAT FUN I WOULD HAVE HAD!!!