the streets are aflame
u cannot see
the crosses and temples burn
they burn in me
the time is ripe
the fight is on
u cannot deny
u just are gone
u stand when we run
u fuck when i cry
one of these days u will burn
and ill watch u die
im not the devil
im not the lord
but u will be killed
if u stand on the road
the times are topsy turvy
the time is on
the folks are thinking curvy
the last remaining light is gone
darkness grips the sky
a red flame burns from hell
its time to ignite
the fire in which i dwell
u are going to come along
i know for a fact
even u care for the strong
lets make the pact
lets burn those who burned us
lets set the streets on fire
lets take the last bus
and reach the squire
the king must die
the king must go
today we unite
for today and for evermore!!!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Desire
Desire for what's wrong
Having a conscience not so strong
Harrowing thoughts possess my soul
A taboo entertained like never before.
a dark soul, imbibed within
A vile desire sublimed with sin
I try to keep my heart away
from the many decisions that come my way
the black abyss lodged in my chest
just wants what it wants , implications bereft
I stand in the pavement as the freak show passes by,
What is wrong, what is right& what is mine???
Having a conscience not so strong
Harrowing thoughts possess my soul
A taboo entertained like never before.
a dark soul, imbibed within
A vile desire sublimed with sin
I try to keep my heart away
from the many decisions that come my way
the black abyss lodged in my chest
just wants what it wants , implications bereft
I stand in the pavement as the freak show passes by,
What is wrong, what is right& what is mine???
The Long wait
Back breaking labor, inhuman jobs
wrought in my fire, the bond with my boss.
The steps in front of my house lay littered so
By newspapers for the week left in a careless haze.
I enter my room,search frantically
I find what i needed I return to my melancholy
I wait, for what I do not know
I am so lost in this loopy maze.
The smoke of my lungs fill the room
the black glass empties itself on my tomb,
a black deal i had carved so long ago
I want to do nothing just sit and gaze
Can i want? can i feel ? Can i Say??can I??
This is no question it is my faded destiny
a deadened job,a filthy hell in cold
I want no more I will quit the job in 2 days.
So contended with my daily judgement I go lay.
Alone in my bed at the ceiling i stare.
The smoke of my lungs fill the empty room
the black glass empties itself on my tomb!!
wrought in my fire, the bond with my boss.
The steps in front of my house lay littered so
By newspapers for the week left in a careless haze.
I enter my room,search frantically
I find what i needed I return to my melancholy
I wait, for what I do not know
I am so lost in this loopy maze.
The smoke of my lungs fill the room
the black glass empties itself on my tomb,
a black deal i had carved so long ago
I want to do nothing just sit and gaze
Can i want? can i feel ? Can i Say??can I??
This is no question it is my faded destiny
a deadened job,a filthy hell in cold
I want no more I will quit the job in 2 days.
So contended with my daily judgement I go lay.
Alone in my bed at the ceiling i stare.
The smoke of my lungs fill the empty room
the black glass empties itself on my tomb!!
PLEASURE
A divine being once glanced once upon me,
I felt a thrill, a surge
a feeling I had never felt before,
a new sentiment did emerge.
A radiant glow beaming down,
my face was filled with awe,
but the angel that had looked down upon me
was not an angel at all.
A broken window pane,shards hang
as do I hang on to thee
the feelings are long gone
gone is the Jealousy
Gone is the innate rage,gone is the feeling happy
left behind is a tattered soul.
a momentary gaze that took me away
In my chest lies a deep dark hole
Devoid of all that possessed me,
letting go of all good
I left my house in a tattered vest
I left with no food
Some animals seemed to feel for me
when all men had failed,
a little kitten pranced and played
even though I was dismayed.
I lived through it all, i became strong
I realised my own folly
A thought process gone totally wrong
I lifted another volley.
ARISE,ALOUD,WINNING IT ALL
BREAK AND MAKE THE ONE WHO STALLED...........
I felt a thrill, a surge
a feeling I had never felt before,
a new sentiment did emerge.
A radiant glow beaming down,
my face was filled with awe,
but the angel that had looked down upon me
was not an angel at all.
A broken window pane,shards hang
as do I hang on to thee
the feelings are long gone
gone is the Jealousy
Gone is the innate rage,gone is the feeling happy
left behind is a tattered soul.
a momentary gaze that took me away
In my chest lies a deep dark hole
Devoid of all that possessed me,
letting go of all good
I left my house in a tattered vest
I left with no food
Some animals seemed to feel for me
when all men had failed,
a little kitten pranced and played
even though I was dismayed.
I lived through it all, i became strong
I realised my own folly
A thought process gone totally wrong
I lifted another volley.
ARISE,ALOUD,WINNING IT ALL
BREAK AND MAKE THE ONE WHO STALLED...........
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Break me!! Make me!! Take Me!!
I do not need these vengeful lies,
Half truths and full denials,
I feel like a slut unpaid
I wish i was Dead.
Your monstrous buffoonery cannot be ignored,
I just want to slit your throat
Feel the warm blood trickle down your breast,
While i fail my conscience's test
Burn like the fire in me burns
I feel the pain every time i turn.
I want no more to do with you
But your laughter still peels through
By skin, my bone, my flesh, my soul
I shall sacrifice& burn like coal.
Ill release a demon so dark and vile,
It shall envelope your wicked smile
Ill laugh, Ill laugh out loud
You will hear my roar no matter where you hide........
Half truths and full denials,
I feel like a slut unpaid
I wish i was Dead.
Your monstrous buffoonery cannot be ignored,
I just want to slit your throat
Feel the warm blood trickle down your breast,
While i fail my conscience's test
Burn like the fire in me burns
I feel the pain every time i turn.
I want no more to do with you
But your laughter still peels through
By skin, my bone, my flesh, my soul
I shall sacrifice& burn like coal.
Ill release a demon so dark and vile,
It shall envelope your wicked smile
Ill laugh, Ill laugh out loud
You will hear my roar no matter where you hide........
Friday, November 26, 2010
The son who cried!!!!
Gnawed away by her sons
raped beyond repair
My mother nation lays in gloom
shrouded by despair
One after another is lost
coffers of sinners fill,
The fact remains they steal from brother
and sisters own they kill
Poverty grips a stranglehold
still they scream advancement
cities grow the villages burn
the leaders truth defiant
No leader of men we see
no man with honour bestowed
A few good men fight to the end
the feelings are restored
Our ancestors had pined a lot
their blood for us they shed
but an independence gained in beggary
not but Netaji's red
If you know,If you feel
if you realise your flaws
try to make the next man understand
Where it it all went wrong
The freak show starts and it goes on
illiterate clowns look in awe
Where is the education promised to us
sixty years ago??
Still Harijans drink from dead wells
Dalits burn by night
No one seems to care anymore
theirs is a forgotten plight.
India shining,economy growing
deals with uncle SAM
rotting granaries scream to empty
they feed foreigners spam.
Where is the socialism,the secularity ,the freedom
why are movies banned
why must there be a censor board
I still do not understand.
What would the great men say
when they turn in their graves
All seems lost all seems doomed
But INDIA is Great I SAY!!!
raped beyond repair
My mother nation lays in gloom
shrouded by despair
One after another is lost
coffers of sinners fill,
The fact remains they steal from brother
and sisters own they kill
Poverty grips a stranglehold
still they scream advancement
cities grow the villages burn
the leaders truth defiant
No leader of men we see
no man with honour bestowed
A few good men fight to the end
the feelings are restored
Our ancestors had pined a lot
their blood for us they shed
but an independence gained in beggary
not but Netaji's red
If you know,If you feel
if you realise your flaws
try to make the next man understand
Where it it all went wrong
The freak show starts and it goes on
illiterate clowns look in awe
Where is the education promised to us
sixty years ago??
Still Harijans drink from dead wells
Dalits burn by night
No one seems to care anymore
theirs is a forgotten plight.
India shining,economy growing
deals with uncle SAM
rotting granaries scream to empty
they feed foreigners spam.
Where is the socialism,the secularity ,the freedom
why are movies banned
why must there be a censor board
I still do not understand.
What would the great men say
when they turn in their graves
All seems lost all seems doomed
But INDIA is Great I SAY!!!
break
when someone broke the unbreakable
when someone went for a chance
when avenues dark open before
and with the devil i dance
shattered panes shards of glass
I drink from a glass chalice
smoke heavy gloomy remains
a search i go without accomplice
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The world is in crisis but more importantly INDIA is will you react or just sit in your sack..
I have lived a healthy and safe life in this metropolitan known as Kolkata for the last 23 yrs.We face no strife,war or poverty.But yet i see an old man go to his "bed" in a street pavement and eat his "meal" off the scraps i leave for him.Can YOU face that indignity,can you let your ego be shattered to a thousand pieces I CANT.
You may be sitting in you ac rooms right now reading this gibberish written by this insolent stranger but in one billion Indians only a few million will have the right to do what you do.Do you know why i say this to you?
Because you are responsible.I am responsible and so are the billion others who sit and stay satisfied with their useless jobs and cars and discos and booze and what not..
For the average youth of today revolution is just a catchy word that has no specific meaning,as a wise man once said a rolling stone gathers no moss but we are green with moss why because for the last 63 years we have been crying out praises for the many freedom fighters who bled to rid us of the English, but do you ever realize why they fought, why they left their loved ones and took a step for what they felt was right???
They did it for you and for me.and how have we re payed them,we have filled our pockets to the brim we have made our families wealthy and have lost our voice. You know what is right and how wrong it is today will you be one of the billion who sit and wait for some miracle to happen .......
OR ARE YOU THE ONE WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR??????
You may be sitting in you ac rooms right now reading this gibberish written by this insolent stranger but in one billion Indians only a few million will have the right to do what you do.Do you know why i say this to you?
Because you are responsible.I am responsible and so are the billion others who sit and stay satisfied with their useless jobs and cars and discos and booze and what not..
For the average youth of today revolution is just a catchy word that has no specific meaning,as a wise man once said a rolling stone gathers no moss but we are green with moss why because for the last 63 years we have been crying out praises for the many freedom fighters who bled to rid us of the English, but do you ever realize why they fought, why they left their loved ones and took a step for what they felt was right???
They did it for you and for me.and how have we re payed them,we have filled our pockets to the brim we have made our families wealthy and have lost our voice. You know what is right and how wrong it is today will you be one of the billion who sit and wait for some miracle to happen .......
OR ARE YOU THE ONE WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR??????
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