Irony

In spite of friends feeling lonely
In spite of fullness feeling empty
In spite of position feeling powerless
In spite of testosterone feeling emasculate
In spite of status feeling hollow
In spite of depth feeling shallow
In spite of peace feeling desperate
In spite of air I suffocate
In spite of freedom feeling chained
In spite of energy feeling drained
In spite of limbs feeling maimed
In spite of laughter feeling sorrow
In spite of today feeling apprehensive of tomorrow
In spite of liquor feeling pain
In spite of success feeling vain
In spite of riches feeling poor
In spite of assurance feeling insecure
In spite of light feeling afraid
In spite of life feeling dead

Love

Can’t take you out of my head
You’re with me until I’m dead
Admired you, desired you
My inner feelings you never knew
Acted like a loser and fool
Thinking that it will make me look cool
Would have been a slave to your command
Would have fulfilled your every demand
Thoughts which I never expressed
Slowly made me more depressed
A million times rehearsed those lines chosen
But in your presence I became frozen
Would have redefined the meaning of love
If only I was smart enough
A dumb ass fool that I always am
Destroyed everything before it all began
Anytime I close my eyes your face appears
And in loneliness I shed my tears…

Betrayal

Cried for help
Prayed for strength
Hoped for joy
Longed for courage
Appealed for peace
Yearned for fortune
Craved for fame
Begged for respect
Pleaded for mercy
Requested for love
Bowed for blessing
Asked for direction
But it never came
Is it the god that failed?
Or destiny that played?
Or the life before?
Or the deeds before?
Or is it you?

Hell II

Demons, monsters everywhere
Darkness, death and despair
Not an iota of law and order
Nobody a friend, nobody a brother
Emaciated bodies eating shit
Atrophying flesh bit by bit
Blazing inferno everywhere
Hearing nothing else but swear
Hell is the name of the place
Familiar to me in many ways
This is the place where I used to stay
Again I’m here after going away

Hell

Hell is the place to be
Filled with many a personality
If you follow religious text
Going to hell is a chance that’s best
All are sinners one way or other
Some by mistake, some by pleasure
Struggling seventy odd years of life
Parents, relatives, children and wife
Sinning and praying to wash them away
All for a chance in heaven to stay
Converting earth to hell in process
Recalling almighty in times of distress
Forgetting in hell that lord doesn’t come
Cause hell is home to the devil’s son
Who in turn accentuates the misery
And again we pray for ending the agony
We are praying in the wrong land
Never destined to see the lord’s hand
Who cares what happens when we die
At least on this earth live and try
To make this world as the world should be
No.., because hell is the place for me

Slaves of a Cubicle

Slave of a cubicle
Chained by a computer
Servant to a cell phone
Addicted to a monitor

Communication through e-mail
Friends on orkut
Enamored by the a.c.
Diet vended coffee and biscuit

Attire is the formal
Collar is the noose
Sycophantic to the boss
Bogged down by the rules

Ride is the corporate vehicle
Leisure is the inox
Escape is the pub
Freedom is the idiot box

Getaway is the weekend
Wearing levis and adidas
Splurging insanely because
Wallet copious of cards

Resigning is a habit
Not without rhyme and reason
There I will be treated like a better dog
I am choosing a superior prison

Retribution

Boiling blood, burning rage
Run and hide inside your cage
Monster awake, consequences immaterial
Damage I will and damage physical
Evils galore, darkness clout
No mercy weather you beg or shout
Sympathy dead, fear gone
Penalty for the acts you’ve done
Weapon in hand, vengeance in thought
You’ve deserved what you’ve got
Act done, hormones subside
Now time for me to run and hide
Life wasted, future uncertain
Waiting for life to pull its curtain
Neck tied, head covered
At that time a thought occurred
I am dead and so are you
Waiting to see you soon