Razor's edge...

I've been asked by quite a few of my blog's long time readers(yes.. I do have my followers..!! Check my profile views if you still don't trust me..!) that i must try to cut down on the level of english that I use (which is very low compared to normal standards anyway!). So, this poem is dedicated to all those people. I hope you enjoy reading this....

I’ve heard things about you that
I would like to believe aren’t true,
I’ve heard things from you, that makes me doubt
Whether our love for each other is really true,
I’ve noticed you talk to other guys,
But in a way that causes me discomfort,
Sometimes, that innocent laughter, the smile
That you share with the others cut me up
Like a razor’s edge.
I’m not comfortable with you mentioning
The guys so freely and so openly,
The fact that they’re calling you out someplace,
And the fact that you meet up wit them too.
I’m not sure why this feeling cropped up,
But, yes.. I’m jealous. I’m egoistic.
I want you for me and me alone.
You are the reason of my every dawn,
You are the reason that I live today.
And I want that reason to stay forever, mine.

Exams...

Well, when exams approach,
A sea of change is inevitable.
A blind eye, a deaf ear,
We seem to suddenly put down,
Those mobiles and the net lies
Untouched, perhaps for the better.
Long walks become quicker,
Long talks turn shorter,
Those dust-laden desks get a new life.
Butterflies enter your stomach,
We feel headaches more often,
And of course nausea and hysteria.
Everyone is on their feet,
Or, you can say on their butt,
Studies, studies, studies…
Atleast for today, atleast for now.
When everyone else is working,
Their asses on fire and assets on hire,
Why is that I don’t even feel a tinge,
Or atleast a hint of fear?
Why ? I’ve not even prepared, I guarantee,
But, why ? why don’t I feel afraid.
The answer is beyond me, but,
Sometimes I do feel sorry for the others,
Sometimes I do feel sorry for myself,
That trace of fear, that sweating of the hands,
The heart beat that betrays concern, panic.
University exams come calling tomorrow,
And here I am, the remorseless hero,
Writing these thoughts on my blog.
Well, what can I say ?

Stand up...

Times will change,
Sometimes for the worse,
Sometimes for the better,
Change is inevitable,
And so is age.
As we move on,
We wonder at life,
Make it or break it,
We are better for the experience.
Sometimes, when things
Aren’t always in your favor,
We just want it all to stop,
The pain, the torture is so much to bear,
That we might consider losing,
Just an abrupt end would do fine.
At all such junctures,
It doesn’t matter if you win,
It doesn’t matter if you lose,
The important thing is,
To hang in there,
Against the odds,
It will seem like a victory.
It takes a lot of guts,
To stand up for others,
But it takes a lot more,
To stand up for yourself.

Lose it all...

I’ve grown to be great,
Learnt to be nice to people,
Learnt to stand deep and courageous,
Learnt to tackle problems head on,
But, all I can say is…
I’m a failure…
People don’t love the guys who tend
To over-achieve, admire them, yes,
But, they never fall in love with them,
Sometimes, I just want to lose my spot
In the limelight, just to be just as lucky
In love.

DOPE...

This is my attempt at implicating DOPE. Check it out. Contains EXPLICIT lyrics.

What the fuck do I have to say
To the asses who poke their noses,
Into my butt, shit their life up
By screwing mine ?
Well, you bastard, come on,
Bring it on, I’ll smack you across your
Pretty ass and swipe your face with mud,
You jackass, deserving hell, come,
Speak to me to my face,
Look me in the eye, don’t grab
My shit and smear it across your bloody chest.
You dumb ass, do you think I can’t go
Around, spreading news about you,
Are the only one with a mouth that spews acid ?
Look at yourself, a Mr. Bean of this world,
Dog, don’t you least have a poodle to date ?
Where’s your parents ? Just look at them,
Blaming fate for giving them you,
I feel pity on them, but, ass, why should I care
For you ? A damn, A dime, An ounce of emotion..
No chance, you twittering jack, you faltering cow,
You lumbering ass.. You want to fight me ?
Come on, try. Game on, dumbo.
Stab me in the front, suck me out,
But, you tube, don’t try to screw me from behind.
I’m waiting.. We’ll match wits, life invites,
Ready to battle, you bumbling brain,
Throw whatever you can at me, go on,
I promise you, I’ll crush you and lay out
Your worthless carcass as a warning,
for those who dare to spike me from behind.
To hell with you, my friend.