The Audacious One

Statutory warning: this post is not for the faint hearted,readers discretion is advised!


After an 8 hour long bus journey from delhi to jalandhar , you are under immense bowel pressure!
you reach the hostel walking awkwardly,trying not to let it out..its all runny and emphatic.
As soon as you reach your hostel corridor..the pressure increases 7 folds!..you cant hold any longer
instead ov opening your room you rush to the toilet! you open the door and woah!!..you see the audacious one
you are face to face with it..it stares right through your baffled eyes!..the audacious crap smiling at you suavely..
you are hypnotized for a moment..but the pressure is just unbearable..you cant go back,you cant go in,for the audacious
is guarding the toilet pan!..you try the next doors..but its there again..constantly reminding you ov the fact that..you can run from it
but never hide from it...you try to pull yourself back but the audacious has already impregnated you with its offspring!..
you try upstairs, you meet it again..with a grin on its face..no choice you are left with..you sit over it and excrete..
the happy audacious one rises,it grows stronger..you want to flush it..but the charm is too much to handle..
you leave it..and once again the audacious one persists..he wins the war as it has done since time immemorial!
all hail the audacious turd!!! X)

GeNeSis

burnt...
funeral to the obsolete ,human structure
charred to ashes in an electric furnace
obliterated the old philosophy
born in this igneous womb
is a doctrine of new hope
metamorphosis is the slogan
mechanization is the religion
Oil emulates your blood
metal supersedes flesh
an epidemic seeped into every being
what was once living is now a thing
immortality is the superlative gain
lacerated soul,a humble bargain
slowly changing to a pulseless machine
emotions and conscience have long perished
devoid of all dreams,no more tears,just a vacuum

lies of selfless sacrifice are redundant now..
wars are imminent,no escape from it
armored flesh can bear the strain..
fractured morals dissolve all pain!
welcome to this new age..
where men and machine coalesce..
welcome to this new age..
where mortality is a fatal disease...

A Brilliant Madness

My Madness:
I have succumbed
to a hypnotising art
but i continue to walk
through this delusional world.
The picture becomes clearer
as the time passes faster than ever
the days feel shorter than ever.
I close my eyes lest a gloomed view.
Only to evade an incomplete end
i embrace a brilliant madness...

My Word To The Society:
This society is cacophonic
and its visions are impared
confused in a semblance of
right and wrong,
what is good? and what is evil?
perhaps,it is an overwhelming schism.
Hanging in the sedate air
with no ground beneath to land
but with a dwindling hope to fly
It lives every day,for one day to die
It lives this blatant lie.

My Word To You And Me:
But i live never to die
i have unveiled the concealed truth
to precede your old and youth
i see it a straight line
when you revolve round the whirlpool
a creation ov your own fallacies...
Why do you question,
the permanence ov this paralysis?
You eat mud,you drink muck
and you say that I am insane!
i smirk at your thoughts so profane..

Peeking through an opaque wall
there i see the inside ov me..
i am no more amongst you nescient
i scream out loud but no one pays heed
Look at the obtuse you,
avid eyes stare as i rise high
bound to the earth you are
when i belong to the sky..
you are sane and it is your weakness
Hence,embrace a brilliant madness....

Carcinogenic Factor

Blindfolded by a vile fabric
you seek only mayhem,
you are plead guilty
ov the infinite blood you spilled
The wounds you left,they still bleed
no mercy,no escape
from their abominable curse
now its your time to pay back

dismantle your armor
nauseous thoughts you harbor
corruption you conjure
a carcinogenic factor

disturbed and restless faces
waiting for their justice,
in this lies a sadistic pleasure
indeed,they want you to suffer
A cancer has crept in,
in this hemophiliac society
the countdown has begun,
it is waiting to explode
you are the fucking detonator
your death is the only barter

mortified emotions
desperate conditions
corrupted dying notions
your end is what you reap

dismantle your armor
nauseous thoughts you harbor
corruption you conjure
a carcinogenic factor

More Than Just A Paper Roll

Left behind are her residual ashes and a pleasant miasma
in which doused are enamoured men with superlative horizons
So much ashamed to confide their hypocrite visions...

Some find her divine ambrosia,others do blaspheme her
To some,she is a mother,for others,an estranged daughter
But they are naive enough to know who she really is...

She is a bloodless whore,kissing and loving each
Infidel,immoral and irreverent,what can she preach?
her sole intent is to satisfy anyone who dares a tryst..

A touchstone ov compassion,she soothes the ones we abhor
An epitome ov altruism,she burns herself for we desire,
A drive force,when she is with us on our lonely walkway...

At last,she has seeped through our veins into our bloodstream,
and our mind,heart and soul,she has conquered us like a dream
she is a need,her might can ever endure our archaic beliefs...

Yet we relish the sight ov her slow demise as she selfburns.
Honey,will we meet again? she leaves behind this question though
She is more than just a dry-leaves filled slender paper roll...

Airborne....

Standing on the edge ov this tall building,
With the serene sun shimmering on my face,
I can feel through my arms the wind blowing,
whispering into my ears about my recent chaotic past,
and in front ov my eyes, see it pass so fast,
a colourless collage that can define,can confine,
I close my eyes and gasp...out ov the bedlam,
And plunge into the air at the wake of the calm,
now I am airborne...

The fresh moist air fills the void in me,
my face lit up with a smile ecstatic..
My eyes close shut,only contentment they see,
my arms wide open,feeling the cold embrace ov the wind,
no regret,no complaint,no burden,I live this dream..
I mere enjoy this freedom,yes,I live this dream.
long I have lived a life ov others,
now I live few moments ov mine...
oh I am airborne...

Is it my mother's unconditional love?
or is it my father's perpetual expectations?
Or is it my boss' ceaseless decrees?
It might be Naina's comfort that I craved!
which one is the catalyst to my plight,I wonder..
But I care no more,I only enjoy this moment I live..
I left them all 250 meters back,
back on the rooftop,I left my past forever...
Yes I am airborne..

I feel the blood gushing through my veins,
muscles contract and expand fencing my bones,
for the one last time I feel my breath..
I wish to preserve my heart's last beat...
I lie on the ground gazing at the skyward treat...
and for the first time I see,life walking away from me..
now I am newborn...

The Last Leaf Ov Autumn

'tis a story unheard,untold,
about a woman grey and old...
waiting for the return ov her heart,she sold..
but it never came..
and she couldn't realize she sold it in vain..
All she got in return was suffering and pain..
pain ov her lost love.
Mirthfully she gathers the fallen leaves,
still she couldn't realise it is the autumn breeze..
staring at the swaying broken door ov her cot,
which cues her ov her past...
she wants to get lost in her reveries at last,
forever in his enigmatic charm..
'cause she is high on his love,opium..
Yet,she often prays for a wind to come,
and blow her away like the last leaf ov autumn...


she sees her tears roll down her numb cheeks..
out on the ground they fall...
She is clutched by her vanity,
she cant move,no,she cant feel..
but no one could ever see,
neither the ignorant nor the sapient..
the chasm which was consuming her from within..
she sold her heart for him.
Now,she only adjures that he knows,
he knows how much she loved him.
and one day he will return,
to her or to her grave...
the day she'd again cast her smile suave.
He would then know for sure,
she sold her heart,not in vain,but for him....
and he would treasure the last leaf ov autumn...