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1. Cheer up my Friend
Up! up! cheer up my friend
Yesterday was not the end
you just learn to transcend
you are my beautiful friend
up! up! cheer up my friend
come out of the sad feeling
why are you to them kneeling
They'are your charm stealing
It comes with simple peeling
Sad thoughts are like dark spots
Right now remove the nasty dots
For sure you need a great healing
Better feeling, comes with peeling
why do you look so glum?
what is the strange scum!
come on! you are n't a nerd
Oh! your heart is a sweet bird
up! up! cheer up my friend
Listen to the throstle yonder
Her melody is a great wonder
It isn't really worth to squander
Your life for someone's blunder
Oh honey bee don't lose the key
Embrace nectar with glee!
2.Love on Train
My world is just plain until I met her on the train
I saw her wicked curves they burned my nerves
Her body looked like sugarcane I couldn’t sustain
The sweet pain worked on my brain like cocaine
She boarded the train at Bhopal
I guessed she was going to Nepal
The train reached the station at seven
She got in like manna from heaven
In Jhansi I coolly climbed up the upper berth
And gazed down to find hot hell on earth
The train at soft pace runs towards north
From the blouse her bulged bosom bursts forth
The train reached Agra I felt I swallowed Viagra
Her sexuality augments unknown acrophobia
Her perfect personality garnishes her sexuality
But I am afraid it tarnishes my personality.
Just after an hour the train stopped at Mathura,
I saw her black mascara in the flames of aurora
I cannot anything think or my eyes ever blink
For sure into the whirlpool of her beauty I sink
Her oblique looks like bullets never misfired
Many a time they have my heart pierced
In her jade eyes there is something weird
I wonder how her feminine energy steered
My masculine energy to ecstasy
Green, red colors swirl in the sky like rainbow
The rare spectacle brought us to the window
She spoke soft, tête-à-tête using love lingo
She looked like a siren, my burning desires run
The sluggish train, on the bridge stopped again
We saw Yamuna river and forgot all the strain
We threw coins sitting side by side on footboard
We are absorbed in the fun but never got bored
Finally we reached Delhi she looked odd and smelly
She ran towards her hubby who stood with a baby
The train journey was a beauty pageant of past
She forgot and showed the talent to be nonchalant
She is nett but I bet she is a coquette
Her sexuality covers up her venality
Oh! My wife in wait too what a tragedy!
what a banality!! what an ultimate fatality!!!!
3.Facial Symmetry
Her face is as bright as day light
Her heart is as dark as winter night
Her face is pretty she is so gritty
God! She is nitty, her acts are so dirty
Still her beautiful smile you admire
Because it sets your desire on fire
How benign is her broad face
You align with her upturned nose
Her large brown eyes are so nice
But stay away if you want peace
How lovely is her facial symmetry
If you fall in love you go to cemetery
4.Kick me out of your
heart
Kick me out of your unwilling heart
I may from the apex of love fall apart
Let the stones of truth into me pierce
Let my pain n agony touch your ears
I trust that you might live alone in joy
After the dainty bonds of love destroy
My blood should speak the truth
I wish it should your heart sooth
For your peace the God I pray
The flood should the love wash away
Let my soul mingle in the light
Let my face be out of your sight.
5.December Deluge
A chance meeting with her in October
I remember, that I was still a floater
But she was sober and gave her number
O My God ! I checked if I were in stupor
October is Hilight, it is a romantic Pilot
Perhaps it’s tolles allude to a future collide
But I’m afraid it’s a charade played by God
Because I trust my destiny is a bit skewed.
In November I remember many a damsel
I met who had cast a huge romantic spell
All their faces like a film reel pass my mind
What a phantasmagoria! what a euphoria!!
In the beginning it’s all a honey cascade
Passing time exposes the masquerade
in the end each damsel blasts a bomb shell
Where is the serendipity! Oh! What a pity
Romance ends in piety!!
It isn’t a platitude I know my destiny is skewed
It’s the plaintive attitude that have I construed
After many beautiful chances it precluded
I remained secluded albeit lust me hounded
December deluge is the eye witness
To my romantic fitness
6.The Bridge
The bridge is where I always hang
It’s where the sweet love bells rang
It is where the wet primroses sang
And I forget the hunger pang
It is where the winds whisper
The azure sky seems crisper
It is where two hearts unwind
It is where the love is enshrined
The bridge is where I always hang
It’s where art from my heart sprang
It’s where bodies thong, hearts twang
Later in memories they boomerang
Lo! Beyond the bridge lies a world
Where sweet dreams get unfurled
It’s where you scream and I scream
Together we eat yummy Ice cream
That always makes the love extreme
The bridge is where the lovers kindle
Their hopes to save them from dwindle
It’s where two souls meet their sweet goals
7.Tigress
The hidden prowess of the tigress
A libido that goes beyond credo
I‘ve seen a real damsel after ages.
Divine December Pristine fourteen
You gleam on my realm forever!!!
Love is love when it's mutual and factual
Love isn't love when it's platonic or sadistic
Love is realistic, not mystic and surrealistic
Love needs body and nobody says its bawdy.
Love breathes passions and promises
Love lives in dreams and in schemes
Love doesn’t mind losses and gains
Love rebels frets and repels regrets
Love brings strains and recounts refrains
Making love is what keeps it in tact
without that there’s no love in fact
love is poorly realistic without that act
when love is platonic it's purely sadistic
When I touch your stuff it’s just enough
that my buff gets twitches and itches
my bouncing libido pounces and jounces
and trounces and we remain victorious
Darling, take me tight into your arms
Mangle me till I get the thunderstorms
Strangle me with your hot charms
Give me the love that I long longed for
8.The Director
The director creates the characters
And drives them on the time line
Of ignorance to a secret destination
A long march into oblivion
From one dark cave to another.
Pain and tears, loss and fears
Are like deep gloomy craters
Some get tumbled into craters
Some can climb up, some cannot
They get stuck in the middle
But for sure both their end – the oblivion.
When the doubts and difficulties delay the march
Duty is the whip the director cracks on the backs
Duty is the whip which everybody obeys
Some gets a lash some gets trash but one gets
his quota until he obeys.
When frisking and raving disturbs the march
He uses a piercing tool to create wounds
Insult and worry are the wounds that control
And quells the revelers and make them travelers.
He gives unlimited work and limited joy
A little happiness now and then to heal the wounds
Tomorrow is the greatest medicine
He pulls the characters with the rope of hope
Into the bright future – the oblivion
9. Moribund
She came from the family of bourgeoisie
In the middle age she reached her apogee
She hugs her weekends in pubs and clubs
She is a metro sexual drunk on success
So often she kisses herself with mobile
Narcissism and hedonism are her style
She drank education more like a potion
For a posh life she took it like poison.
She is nestled in western culture
She loves exposure in haute couture
For her marriage is simply a rupture
She thought consort is a spoil sport.
Her big bazookas are firm and rotund
She is jocund but her mind is moribund
She has a fat ass she wants any jack ass
A dumb ass who slogs gets more bucks
The bimbo long kept her marriage in limbo
She finally chose a senior in her bureau
She’s pragmatic, never minded age hiatus
What matters to her is the financial status
Two years they had beers with cheers
They had honeymoon every Sunday noon
But when his work is double he fell in trouble
His libido sank he admitted it, he was frank
She demanded it, she said marriage is no prank
For him the game seems like a hobgoblin
but she demands it, she was a knob goblin
He said he was neither nineteen nor a machine
He couldn’t long defend soon came the end
The wedlock came to a deadlock, who cares?!
10.Queen of Guns
She is the queen of guns, she is full of guts
She plays with any gun and it's a simple fun
Her push makes the game go great guns
She wants more and more bun the buns
She's anonymous, autonomous lady killer
She always dons low cut denim jeans
that show her splendid round moons.
their charm evokes love monsoons.
Oh! the man in you swoons
Their liquid motion evoke goddamn passion
Her knee high boots augment her booty
O My God! she is untamable beauty
She is the home made gun she's the shank
Oh! Thunder chunks -Oh! bun the buns
She is the lady killer her name is revolver
she's a resolver, romantic thriller gives a chiller,
she is so chic , she is so quick.
she has the drive she wants to drive
she plays with daggers but loves the guns
she is ultimate in wielding the revolver
she likes cocking the hammer , squeezing the trigger
she never misses the aim she is meant for the game
she looks chic she is quick she loves the pique
She is the queen of guns, she is full of guts
She hates shotguns who twiddle their thumbs
she has stunning looks, and bouncing globes
She is lady killer, she gives you chiller
She has the sacred hunger
She is an acrid hunter.
she plays the game of love
with the passion of a gambler
She is insatiable lover
ever ready for a new encounter
she has ceaseless vigilance
she's hostile with virulence
Her passion has a tinge of pungence
finally she has a bit of belligerence
Missiles in her smiles, cannons her eyes,
she does the staking before love making
She is the queen of guns she is a queen of hearts.
10.Where the mind is full of fear
Where the mind is full of fear
and the head is held low
Where the knowledge is unimportant
and world is stolen by internet
Where people survive as groups
in social media where words come out
from preposterous chat by impostors
where ceaseless prowling stretches its arms
towards abduction where thinking
is permanently damaged
Where logic ceases and thinking dies
where education has no meaning
where personality succumbs to hero worship
where caste thrives and corruption flourishes
where religion rules the senses
where tradition serves the purpose of exploitation
where the mind is led forward by politics
into ever shrinking thought and faction,
into the nation of half alive zombies
my father, my country has awoken.
11.Love is Sacred
when God wants to visit you think sharp
Oh baby! don't bother about make up
when love visits you, don't shy away
don't bother, put the clothes away
don't hate if you are stripped naked
Let God enter and keep you painted
God is not a word to enter the mind
It's an experience for the body to find
Good if you give your mate the date
Don't worry, let your mate be intimate
Don't keep the God at the gate
discover Him with your mate
don't you ever my word terminate
you can't find Him separate
12. My Honeymoon
I drive slowly on the night of rain
Ogling at her sweet mane
we nibble love and drink nectar
we pass through dusk and the sweet pain
the vermilion sky melts into purple and orange shades
and my car glides through the glades
the bizarre breeze, thunder, flashes
- the rain begins. it fills night air with aroma
And continues without a period or comma
the sky is a wonder! The moon is splendour!
with pita pattering drops rain kisses flowers.
the tender red flowers turn redder with shy
green leaves turn greener. The nature is wet and naked
She leans her head on my shoulder
In her sweet breath I smoulder
that makes me frenzy in silvery swoon
No more I can write about my honeymoon
13. Summer morning
On a summer morning
The sun rushes to his duty
much early in the morning
For the working class it's a warning
Girls go out in veils to save their beauty
The politicians after polls go to Ooty
The rich people take a bath at the beach
but for the poor it is out of reach
so in the work place they take a sweat bath
cursing the sun's wrath
14. Howdy
Howdy vivacious lady
don't be moody
villainous men are shady
sometimes the sky is cloudy
and sometimes life is dowdy
the heart you trusted is steady
Love is as deft as homing pigeon
and as strong as religion
15 National on Gallows
O India what a terrible fate is hanging over thy neck
The whole nation seems like a ship going to be wreck
Millions of daily cases in metros in news do sight
How far thy children sick in hospitals can fight?
The hapless children in hopeless system take last breath
The fearless doctors render helpless and embrace death
O India where is thy great wisdom where is thy glory?
Why thy honesty and tall culture are treated so airy?
O time! How the atrocious greed of corrupt people shallows
The soul of the nation and bring the whole of the nation to gallows
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