i wanna die young

I wanna die YOUNG

Springs and summers have passed me by,
This autumnal melancholy questions me why
And what is still there to live for ?
Those good times are not coming back anymore.
Then why hang on for the long,lonely winter ahead,
For which even nature preapares, their leaves ,the trees shed,
While animals hibernate,why should I brave the cold?
My story is long over,nothing remains unanswered, untold.


I wanna die young,though not youthful anymore, am I,
Convoluted,jumbled,meaningless life ,a veritable pigsty,
My youth and the happy seasons didn’t coincide
Exciting adolescence ,then a steep,irreversible,down slide,
I never sinned,hurt no one,broke not one heart,
Pray tell me,then why did He overturn my apple cart.
Maybe some error resulted in this lesser- man made,
For His mistake ,with tears of blood ,this imperfection paid.

I absolve u and all,and Almighty of my impending end, (mediocrities everywhere,i absolve u)
N' depart my love,since our love shant ever be mend,
My unclaimed heart still writhes in pain,
Not u, my selfless ,ceaseless love is to blame,
When the prime of my life gave me heartbreak and exile,
Perforated intellect,insipid work,and disasters stockpile,
I give in as I see, no more tenure on earth wud I enjoy,
Its some grand design,almighty's sadist ploy.


I am a "dead man walking"; reconciled, waiting for angels to come,
Its not the END I fear,just that the last few miles are troublesome.
So as I fag-up my last joint ,and enjoy the last bout of booze,
The angels wait,as the last drops of my life,out, does ooze.
Self-willed tears in my eyes,and forced smile on my lips,
Still on that divine countenance ,this lover -lost trips.
Promise,as I float in my waters ,and reach the far off lands,
Postcards from every unknown,to you would this `'lovetrotter' send.


*DEAD MAN WALKING is a slang term shouted by the prison guards when the convict is being taken frm his cell to the execution chamber.
** thanx sidartha mishra...who silenced a lady who was showing concern over his chain smoking,in goa...AUNTY,i wanna die young!.....that was a magic moment....

H.O.P.E.

HOPE

This is to FREEBEE......a stranger,total one at that....she gave me the assignment last nite ,to write something on HOPE....n this is wat i instantly and instictively liked abt her....uncomplicated passion,simple aggression...

Everytime something bad happened,as it did so often ,
They told me, the worst is over,but HIS heart didn’t soften,
I cried,I prayed ,AH ! I hoped in vain , (FOR A TURNAROUND IN FORTUNE)
But each time HE topped the previous, with a bitter-more pain.

So ALMIGHTY,help your own self ,with your palliative of hope , OR
So Almighty ,stick up your ass, your palliative of hope(if u r a disbeliever)
To keep living,I invoke my pains ,and heavily do dope.(with my pains,as they say,pain is the best f addiction)
With HIS own weapon ,I purge myself of HIM,
Am no longer subject to HIS sadist whim.

I ,now, HOPE, happiness never ever crosses my path.
I HOPE someday Almighty incurs my wrath.
To free one and all of his rule, is my aim,
I envision a world ,where nobody takes His name.


setting: this angst against ALMIGHTY is heartfelt.....he gives u pain,so that u pray and acknowledge his superiority....HOPE is his weapon.....Prayer is our bribe......the above poem is not complete in itself,bt i will keep RANTING and RAVING against him.....MILTON built a powerful case against ALMIGHTY bt lacked courage and conviction to take it to its logical conclusion.....by GOD,i wont shy away.....

**BTW if anyone has any idea how to expand H.O.P.E.....tell me......
like......Have Optimism PUT Paid....etc etc
or...........High Optimism Pays.....something like this.....

THAT WAS just A DREAM

THAT WAS just A DREAM

setting: a lost lover,hallucinating and dreaming ,frustrated as hell.....blaming himself,and yet no one in particular....and doesnt even know wat is he talkin abt.....still wishes his sweatheart ,the best o life.....n has compromised with his life ,knowing well that pain is his to savour....


That was just a dream.
I saw you,and me
Walking, hand in hand
On a dark,lonely beach.
Hell o' heaven,and heav'n o' hell
All well within our reach.

With unenjoyed pleasures and unfelt pain,
Lightening,thunder and heavy rain,
Lost ourselves in the darkness,
Feeling deaf...blind...... lame.

Silent us,no syllable said,
The touch conveyed it all.
I saw in her shallow eyes,
A burning meteor fall.
Wish! for her everlasting love had i wished
,Those dry,timid,trembling lips had i kissed.
And tho' my love was willin',luck didnt smile,
God didnt let me,walk the last love mile.

Alas,saw water splash across her face,
tears come out as the meteor falls in the lake.
That was the moment i lost the plot,
Asked god,please let those tears forever stop.
God granted my prayers,hadn't i seen a meteor fall?
Her tears became pearls,as was my call.
But the tears of the world carry a constant weight,
N' so i cry ,and i cry all my life,to compensate.


That was just a dream i saw,that was just a dream,
But it was the only one i have ever seeen.
And tho' we were together never so cosy,
and no meteor ever fell into your lake,
Yet i wish myself all your tears ,
My pearls and roses you take.
Live well your life,live fully too your dreams
Smile from my fate ,this lover lost screams.

THIS IS to J'....my muse....who was never mine....then wy do i miss her if she doesnt exist...

PAUSE o MEN ! its PUBerty time !

PAUSE o MEN ! its PUBerty time !
SETTING: bold ,fearless and agitated women taking on the right-wing activists (terrorists) of sriram sene,who recently attacked a mangalore pub ,and are threatening to marry off the dating couples on Valentine's day.These custodians of indian culture want dress codes for women and want them to behave as per the norms of indian tradition.They resort to vandalism and hooliganism ,in order to gain cheap publicity and want to make careers out of all this business.Women ask hem abt the real feminine issues,and their and the country's track record on these.As M K Gandhi used to say,one can tell the health of the society by checking the pulses of its women.



.......O misguided,outdated zealots, out-of-work publicity hunters,
The self-appointed cultural policemen, conscience-keepers of MOTHER India !
Sixty years of political independence, a five thousand years old civilization ,
Pity ! You can still make political careers,invoking fear and paranoia.

Society does not need WATCHDOGS in these SLUMDOG times(2009),
That all enjoy their human rights, the freedom bell chimes,
Is the cry of the hour,and should be the order of the day,
Such vermins and parasites as you,are kept at bay.
Grow up ,gray,mature,reach your puberty now,
Nation still tolerates this vandalism, fundamentalism,i don’t get it,why or how?

You object to boys and girls,in malls, walking hand in hand, (ashok gehlot)
The WESTERN attires of jeans and skirts,your moral sense offends,
You cant stand lovers celebrating the valentine’s day,
Blame western outfits for rapes and eve- teasing,sayin' that’s how we pay.
U don’t want us to smoke and drink,or go out to pubs
Don’t want us to work or travel at night, even in busy metro hubs. (Sheila dikhit)

Misplaced are your priorities,on the wrong trees you bark,
Since ages have such people ,kept women in dark.
Girls are still killed in wombs ,the skewed sex- ratio shows,
Or to reduce the burden,forced into early nuptial vows.
Dowry- seeking and domestic violence, over the years ,have only grown,
Bound in chains ,hidden in purdah,Us , you think,some property you own?
What ' surnames' do we keep,raises such hue and cry, (sanjay and priya Dutt)
Biased property rights ,do our share deny.
On female education ,what your efforts are,whateve' happen'd to the reservation bill,
Plum jobs,key posts and parliamentary seats, you don’t really trust us, to fill?

A liberal ,democratic state,no taleban is this,
Its my prerogative who I hug,n who I kiss,
Not sisters,moms,wives , daughters only,even friends , girlfriends can females be,
What a woman wants ,its her decision,let her be free…
Her inalienable rights are not what men upon them bestow,
They are something which a society, to its every member does owe.

Women never shy away from fighting ,or dying,
But let worthy be the opponent ,and higher the cause,
The issue is not of women reaching "PUBerty",
It is about you vandals having your "MENoPAUSE"….....


**Puberty refers to the process of physical changes by which a child's body becomes an adult body capable of reproduction.
Menopause is the permanent cessation of menstruation which occurs a considerable length of time before the end of the lifespan.Obviously,it is related to female reproductive cycle.
I have used "puberty" twice...in the second para.,it refers to the much needed growth and maturity among the right- wing activists,who ,i feel ,need to act like mature adults,now.And i use "PUBerty" in the last para to allude to the recent needless debate on whether women can or should frequent PUBS and BARS.No offence intended,i just play with the word,using my poetic licence."women reaching PUBerty " means women going out to pubs .

Similarly for MENOPAUSE. Agreed that technically it should refer only to females,yet again i want MEN to PAUSE ,n stop bossing around.Hence need to MENoPAUSE....and the beauty lies in the fa ct that while i m also appealing them to attain puberty on one hand,i also want em to have menopause....u see,so they dont get opportunity to reproduce and multiply....we dont want no more of them....

lastly,sorry,if i sound sexist or anything.I am just a poet ,who thinks he has pro-feminist inclinations.
with gud intentions......