MY OwN

• this is for me....for no1 else...absolutely no1 else....none....
• this is my space....my thought ...my language...my literature...my voice...my tongue....my speech....
• i can blather bout nethn from the mating dance of king cobras to how i hate myslf for not knowing how 2 fly a kite
• so if u wanna read it ...dnt expect nethn outta it....
• n if u dnt expect nethn of it...why read it in d first place.....
  now u kno wht 2 expect.......go on.....
  
  
  discovering and rediscovering....inventing,realizing,walking,running,falling,walking and running again,stopping for a drink and a few packets of AIR,50 push ups,the dizzing lights,the sniffing dogs,the meddling humans,the fast vanishing faces -- some known,mostly strange strangers,the green planet,the black smoke,unburnt carbon,choking throats,burning desire --- cheap porn,glandular assets,kianna dior,kelly madison,summer sinn,RUNNING....
  UNCERTAINITY,life,death,vicinity of infinity,alpha,beta,delta,sigma,pie,chemistry,relationships,lingerie,moments of pleasure,timeless pain,cutting tools,splattered blood,ink,marks,tattoes...RUNNING
  stinking breathes,sickening looks,voyeuristic pleasure,paedophilism,perpetual happiness,sad NRI s,blue lights,hotel rooms,bed bugs....
  paint job,nose job,boob job,blow job..... RUNNING
  sad kids,dark hours,sweat,blood,gore,shame,fear-shame-fear-shame-fear,wings,sky-fly high,TV,MP3,DVD,iPOD,PC,infrared,bluetooth,network,net --- trap---snap---snap----snap----CRAP--crap---
  society sluts,whore house,wham-bam-thank u MAM,boring girls,pink dreams,suicidal convo --- RUNNING
  BLACK vest,torn jeans,cheap chappal,fancy,arcade,kulfi,beef,beer,dope,white POPE.....nope...nope ...nope...
  RUNNING
  
  RUNNING
  RUNNING
  RUNNING
  .....THE LIGHT....
  falling ....
  DARKNESS
  
  RUNNING.....
  ....RUNNING.....

AN EDUCATIONIST’S BANE

The flames of education
Has burnt your eyes
Has charred your soul
and made you wise
and so you think
Lead the self possessed life
Wait for your calling
But deaf from inside
You resist the alarm
the clock ticks away
you prefer to sleep
and surf with the wave
And your calling comes
But you are too tired to stand
Your life slips away
with the hour glasses sand

The face in the mirror
Is laughing at you
You look away and sigh
Cause you know its true
But you still prefer to sleep
with the warmth of the lies
The education that made you wise
Was your DEATH in disguise…….