I am not what you think I am
And I can’t be what you want me to be
Because this is what I am
And this is how I will be!
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Walking a mile in your shoes
I am sitting where my father once sat
I am asking what he had asked that day
I remember his shoes and that old man’s hat
He had had reached late but I am a bit early today!
Yesterday
Costly cars and richly dressed
I had seen them all yesterday
I don’t envy them coz I had the best
It’s just that I had them yesterday!
Home sweet home
I wiped out the last drop of sweat I carried for years
I lost my weight and I squeezed my wallet
I felt my heart shrunk and saw my eyes shed tears
I built it with almost an empty pocket
Bad investment
Is it worth waiting for?
All that hardship and waste of time?
whom did I sell my dignity for?
I should’ve known the value of time.
Gotcha
What you sow is what you reap
Your baby spilled what you’d asked to keep
Why oh why oh why oh why??
I caught him stick his middle finger high!
Time
Nothing comes early and nothing is too late
You get it only when it’s due
Call it your Destiny or call it your fate
Everything is sealed. Nothing is new.
Move on
I taught him how to hold a pen
I taught him how to write
But I should’ve made him buy his own pen
Because I wanted mine to write.
Goldfish story
Everything was smooth and easy going
Until this killer fish came along
The phase at which this killer was moving
We started singing our own death song.
Libya
Grumpy grandpa had a goose
That laid a golden egg everyday
But they killed the grandpa and his goose
On a bright sunny day.
Gone was all that came for free
They had to sweat for bread and tea.
Shootings and looting were on the rise
Greed was paying it’s price!
The going got tough and the tough got weaker
To their surprise it was all much quicker
How do we undo the done they asked
A wise question that came out at last.
Disaster
Earthquakes and killer waves
Scores lay dead in the downtown.
Panicked crowd stampeded open graves
While all the tall buildings came down.
Ego
He wasn’t there when I wanted him
My so called boss, Mister Jim!
Now I am starving; I need a job
But I’d rather not work for another snob.
Unfinished…
…remember the boat I spoke about?
That got stranded in the middle of an ocean?
No food, no water, day in day out
Lonely soul lingering in slow motion?
Flood
Rolling down the valley towards a molehill
Taking down lives and houses and riches
The cornfield of filth – see? I made you spill!
The bad, the worst and some witches.
They were there: those that are not of their blood
Caring for none and daring to reach
It wasn’t rain they feared, it was the flood.
May be this is how he chose to teach.
Now they knew. Well, not all of them!
The colour of blood can only be red
We have to go where we came from
Some went early while the rest are dead!
Dreamy
Hallucination
The one eyed
I am coming, I am coming
but I can hear you cry!
This is just a trailer of a movie coming soon.
Now save your bloody tears
‘Coz I’ve got many things to show
and you’ve got many things to see.
Buckle-up for the rough ride!
‘Coz I am the ‘one-eyed’!
Ignorance is bliss
We were having a casual conversation. He said if he had money he would fly to America. ‘That’s one place everyone wants to go’ I said. Out of curiosity I asked “Okay, after America where would be your next stop?”
He looked at me and said “After America I will fly straight to California.”
Lantern
It’s cold and windy and stormy and wet.
It’s as bad as it can get.
It’s scarcely visible in the evening twilight.
Can the lantern light up the night?
Cheetal or the spotted Deer
The leader
Deep in a dungeon a man was kept
The more they whipped him the more he wept
He moaned and groaned and never slept
His future was sealed and his dreams were swept.
Then came the time for them to act…
They knew precisely how he would react
A deal so evil on a table was kept
He saw the surface, not the depth.
He had no choice but to adapt
He was just a zombie wickedly whacked
What then we saw was the special-effect
The plan of the devil: impeccably perfect!
Cat
Cat
Peacock
Peacock
Freedom
A lonely leaf that left its kinds
was torn by thorns of the same tree.
In a quest of freedom it eventually finds
it wasn’t as easy as it saw from the tree!
Holy-moly
So that piece of land is gone
As a result of a plan carefully drawn
Neighbors were made to fight each other
A brother was lured into killing a brother
But a thirsty crow just looked on
And that piece of land is gone.
