Cancer sticks

Blood dripping through my eyes,
blood oozing out of my throat,
Every time i try to tell you- I love you...

Wish i could rewind my life,
to the day, when i first held you- O' death's very own machine..
Now i lie, trying to tell
things untold about my life
and only my blood tells you, what i thought,
my words would humm for you..
My romantic verses for you,
have become a to plea save me,
from the tunnel of death..

Suddenly i wake up,
to find myself in a pool of sweat
Just a nightmare!!! Thank god..
But now i have realised,
Lifeis no rugs and rags,
To blow it in smoke, with a packet of fags.....

Hiroshima Nagsaki

I was crestfallen, i was devastated..
I had never seen so much blood,
Blood- flowing like a serene river..
All night long i fly in the sky,
for pieces of deadmeat, which i am ready to pounch...
This is how i live, this is how i survive
Without these meats, i can never thrive,
Far across the sky, i was watching this world,
crumple in fragments of dead flesh..
Here i am, with my life stock of food,
Yet i am depressed, to see the end of the world..
I am a vulture and a vulture i have grown,
yet i am anguished with the Hiroshima Nagasaki bombs,
Being a parasite, i still am moved
Why don't you humans realise,
what these bloodsheds cannot prove....

Life- A memory lane

I had my life in a black coat,
colours were never a part of my road...
Life's phases taunted me,
tried to imitate a wannabe...
Got myself a cup of tea,
drinking all alone, tried to be a toughie...
All i wanted to have in my life,
an attitude as sharp as a knife...
A loner, a passerby,
looked at me and said 'hi' ,
only then i realised,
life can never be all alone,
passing phases, passing roads
can be cherished, but never be lived upon..
life is beautiful, trust me friends,
never live in y0our memory lanes....

Mind flesh and blood

I want flesh,
flesh dripping with blood...
I need to tear off,
a piece of meat from your body.......
I prespire, i wipe my tears,
i shiver, i scream,
i lie naked.......
My mind sees red,
red streams flowing down the dry and dusty roads....
All this....
While my soul rests.......

Life on the other side

My lips are swollen
My heart is broken
My soul cries
My mind dies
When i see life............
On the other side...

Life- A cup of coffee or much more!!!

life without a cup of coffee..........

How would one get out of sleep without a shot of black coffee??

How would one try to get acquainted with a gal without asking her out for a cup of coffee???

How would one stay awake late nights and study without the dose of the strong coffee???

How would one think of great ideas, concepts had it not been for the brain-boosting powers of those wicked, black coffee beans???

Barista would change their name to 'baristea' without those beans

So the question from my end would be - Can you let go of your coffee mugs???

Imagine walking into a cozy café on a cold winters night and not smelling the rich aroma of coffee

Without coffee, I would be blind to the delightful pleasures that make life an enriching experience on a regular basis..................

Imagine a life without coffee???