do pal ki yaadein

Kal jab dekha tumko toh laga ki tum woh nahi..

Woh dost nahi.. woh pyaar nahi..

Ab shayad woh baat nahi..

Par ek baat jo na seh paaya main..

Woh tha tera bhool jaana mujhko..

Aue ek nayi duniya mein bas jaana..

Mujhe chhod jaana..

Ab woh baatein nahi.. Ab woh raatein nahi..

Mulaquate nahi.. Do pal ki yaadein nahi..

Chala jaaunga main.. Yaad bhi na aaunga main..

Main.. Yaad na aaunga main.. Aur na tum..

Yeh shayad aaj ki baat hai..

Main ajnabi hoon tere liye ye mujhe yaad hai..

Ankahee baatein bhi yaad hain.. Cinema se paidal aana bhi yaad hai..

Saath mein khana bhi yaad hai.. Gaana sunte hue..

Gappe maarna bhi yaad hai..

Par kya tujhe yaad hai woh din..

Woh tasveeron mein khoye hue din...

Ab woh baatein nahi.. Ab woh raatein nahi..

Mulaquate nahi.. Do pal ki yaadein nahi..

Chala jaaunga main.. Yaad bhi na aaunga main..

Main.. Yaad na aaunga main.. Aur na tum..

Celestial Extradition

feared....i was the one who was feared.
hated....i became the one most hated.
and then i died, and then my soul got freed
to come to the gates of heaven and hell
where I found thee.

your story was somewhat different,
a candle flickering in a desert of crows,
a soul srtiving to live all the way with foes,
but like everyone needs to die....before the need
comes for a cry....you died, oh yes my love you died.

and you were aimless there, in the heaven of air,
then why you tried to come unto me,
to trade the company of heaven for the company of a
slave like me....
a stupid fool like me to just die like me.

this is the theory of celestial extradition,
an angel comes to hell for a very little reason.
reason was to destroy my soul before it went
back to earth again....
reason was to take her revenge on the person
who forced her to wither away.

Eyes that never cried

This is life you've never seen in a while,
and maybe the case is that you may die in a while.
the thoughts that will fuse in your mind after
you hear this lullaby....are not the ones running
in my eyes....the eyes that never cried.

She was sitting all alone....all alone beneath the sky,
wishing for someone's company but never
causing it to happen anytime.
then I saw her through these eyes, and all at once
I wanted to make her mine....

the mixture of feelings they breed.
unearthly passions and unknown greed.
never showed up in these eyes....the eyes that never cried.

the lust filled scent gave my chance away
she knew what was coming in the way
and then she tried to cry....raise everyone
in the crowd in a while
and I never did what I did....I tried to
take her life.


the mixture of feelings they breed.
unearthly passions and unknown greed.
never showed up in these eyes....the eyes that never cried.

Now comes the question why I say that these
eyes never cry....you must know I am a father
that tried to rape his child.
why I never later cried....why the guilt
overcame the passion filled lies.
after these long fourteen years I stand at her grave,
trying to cry....shed tears....from the eyes
that never cried.

The God deceased my soul

freezed....metal pieces flowing in my blood freezed
siezed....all my mentally unfaithful processes siezed
and here I was forced to die....forced to cry
the seriously insane bloodcurdling cry...

die....die....you unfaithful piece of crow shit....die
this world is one piece of unholy astrixed shit....shit you call hell,
yeh, the god lied to you....the god who kicked his own father,
lied to you. and you died a long time ago....in a world you may never
get a chance to go....
and this motherfucking rhyme....maked you all more deceased
oh, hell yes you packed with your shirts creased
without a place left to go....to go....a place to go.

The god deceased my soul....for telling the truth....
something that was different from his fucking lies....
and now calling this hell may make it your home....but
for me it is really a battlefield with headless freaks wanting to cry.

die....die....you crazy little piece of shit guilty of raping his child....die
this world is gonna end....make sure you do no pretence
you just....need to die....die....die....this deceased is asking
you to leave this fucking place and just die...silently, without a pain....die.
there is no need for you to be live...according to somebody else's directed lies
the world abounds in sorrows, people roasting each other alive....
girls as prostitutes and men as slaves sold everywhere I find....
backbitching, backhitting and trading each other for insignificant trifles
of this fucked up life.
so then I should say it was good for me to die....

The God deceased my soul....never making me to come back
again in thsi world devil....full of fucking lives....
and calling this hell as earth may make it your home....
but for me it is really a battlefield with headless freaks wanting to cry....

worship me I am dead....

Kanda...Es-trata...Ta-toon...Hazan
sobar...Ear-Grets, Gat, ...Nos-feratos
...Amantos...Kanda!

now this is what you searched for so long,
wanting to sound cool you've used devil's cocoon
.the above written words will free its soul...
forcing IT...to metamorph in flesh form.
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I became the God I hated for so long,
worship me I am dead....
my death defined my grace.
worship me I am dead....
The devil no longer will suffer disgrace,
you don't know what you'll now face.

haha, you took my name...used it for so long,
thinking it'd make ur identity fuckin cool.
yea, right you were...I'll make the blood in
your nerves go coool....
I am back....and this is the devil doing what you call rap.
pieces of eternity, won't take much time to settle in my brain
this time when you'll sleep
it'll be me whom you'll embrace.

I became the God I hated for so long,
worship me I am dead....
dead....I am dead.....in the world of those who are alive.

Everything past

I’ve been taking this pain,
since I was perfectly sane.
I’ve been living in blame,
with all my love lost I don’t even try to frame
to think of you, to talk about everything you claimed,
the reflection is becoming real…
bringing you back to me has now no gain.

This life changes so fast,
it makes everything to be past.
even now I am trying to find who you really are.

In this world lately, I’ve been working alone so sadly
grim faces mocking at me, trying to pull me down.

Don’t even try to come back, you’re a moment of past,
when you’re not here, I’m so troubled,
do you think what will I be to see you..
come out of my mind’s rubble.

This life changes so fast,
it makes everything seem to be past.
even now I am trying to find who you really are.

Built for a kill

Let me tell you a story....that can never be a dream
I was locked up in a cell....three days to speak.
there was not much trouble....but when I was out I knew
my life had changed....
I had learned a lesson from a person no one will
see again....the ones who dies for planting bombs and stuff
like that....those who are called "enemy of state" and those who
never says this....

Life is like a web from where you never get out
the more you wriggle the more you're trapped out
then the only way left for you is to
stand still....with your senses built for a kill.

It was like he told me how he planned to live a clean life
a life you always pray yours to be; but then his family
was killed....n when he fought with the right way,
he became a cause of lot of envy, and brought lot more trouble
to those left out...so he decided to take the other side.
act a devil to the fact that they should get what they wanted
and this was what never happened, and he then found out....

Life is like a web from where you never get out
the more you wriggle the more you're trapped out
then the only way left for you is to
stand still....with your senses built for a kill.

he could never get to the ones he wanted....ones he wanted to
hurt like hell, but he got more work,and in the end he found he
had become what he despised....the ones who kill and take unnecessay lives.

my strange eyes...

Nothing lasts forever, and so did I.
But the questions still remained,
hidden somewhere in my lies.
I became a stranger, even for my own eyes.

I know your thoughts before you think,
" why talk to a stranger,
the so called danger.
maybe I should remain to the ones I trust,
the ones that support me in times of cries."

actually you're right,
why change your past when you are
happy in present times.
But maybe the past is still waiting for
your presence, wondering what could have
happened if you'd have been there,
smiling in a stranger's eyes.

Just a Timeless piece of Shit

Time, is like a metal, cold, hard, tough. Never changing its nature for weak forces that we normally apply. But hey, I am in no way telling the secrets to break Time- Space continuum or anything like that. I am here to tell you that time is in fact an insignificant creation we believe so much in. Our world in fact runs on it – we breath, we run, we even have fun – everything limited by time. But then realize this reality – the most breathtaking views, most beautiful things that have happened to us have only lasted for a split second; yet they give life to an age of lifelong struggle, pursuit in a new direction with a new purpose. Just imagine the moment you fell in love with someone – it took only a moment to happen, and yet it happened. [Please don’t deny this!!]
Now why I said time to be insignificant. It is when you see at the time that has passed away, when you struggled hard to get into some good college, the good old school days, the laughs we shared with our friends, the cricket matches played in the nearby ground – everything, has somewhat got compressed in the memory lane. Now again, when you plan a proposal, an undertaking or a project, you think it in steps…step 1: get the requirements, step 2: get the deal, step 3: live happily ever after. You never or maybe seldom take into account the several hours of pain, sweat and labor accompanied that will go into that night when you will shout with a heart filled with ecstasy – or maybe just a heart filled with smile on your face. Life’s like that, dear. An instant may make your life go on forever and an instant may crash you like you never existed. So, just believe, believe not in the time, but in the way you live in it. I really don’t want to sound like someone who is preaching; but believe me, when I wrote this I too though like you…and maybe after sometime I may think like you again. But for this time I am loving each and every moment as it is passing by.
Time for some scientific crap now. I know you know but I want you to remember this thing. According to parallel universe theory of Quantum Mechanics, whenever you have ways to choose; the universe splits at that particular instant into two exact copies – one having the “you” taking the left path, and the other “you” taking the right one. So actually don’t need to regret for anything. You have actually tried each and every possible option available to you at any particular instant in your life. Then why regret – one of you got into IIT, one became a doctor, one committed suicide, one became a thief, one a rickshaw puller; every possible option you have tried and will be trying. Then why regret – just think about it. You don’t need to think how much time [or just anything] has been wasted; you just need to keep the battle on with whatever you have got and that’s it.
Don’t love time, don’t love money, in fact don’t love anything at all. Love people, love the joys, the pleasures, the sorrows and those moments that won’t return back and can’t be buyed. Somewhere you must have come across this famous thought…
“Things are to be used and people to be loved,
make sure you don’t end up doing the opposite.”
What can I say more; just believe, believe that everything you want will happen – but not until you want it like you can’t live without it. And don’t forget to rejoice when you get that moment. Till then….keep smiling always.

How it Started

It ends like this, when you first tried to kiss.
I never took you like that, never thought about you anything bad.
The moments that ever passed,
Make me go back to the starting wish.

We met in a place, first time, not known to other we were.
but why we sat together, tried to talk and later wanted to be together;
Just think of it in all.
The hissing cool water of the big fountain in the mall,
where we met at our first date, do you recall?
The burger in the restaurant, the movie in the hall,
the last ice cream we shared, cause you forgot yours in the stall.

It was decided, no we didn’t thought of it at all.
When I left you outside your home why the silence and darkness
just had to fall.
Your eyes met mine, we tried to speak, we spoke too,
but not with mouth, do you feel.
Know that, eyes do more than just see.
And as it happens in all cases you know or ever come across,
we came so close; I felt your breath on my neck, and to tell you,
it was really turning me on.
I closed my eyes, I could feel you so close to me, and I know
that our lips met and I can’t just tell you
what all I had there to feel.

The story doesn’t ends there, it gets filled more with despair.
You won’t really feel what I felt that time,
not even for a moment were you mine.
the thoughts of you got extinguished before the time.
The phone call that you made that night, telling me
that it won’t work out, it won’t become the right thing for us to do.
Ok, I don’t say that was not fine.
Maybe you wanted more space and that’s all right.
But come on its not too much a thing for you to get out of my life.
we could have remained as friends,
why you thought of me bad later all the time.

What was wrong, what did I really do.
I never got to see the dialogues too.
just that the play was over without my part being done,
you took me to be really dumb.

Figure it out…no, Just fight it out.
when you won’t see me you’ll curse yourself inside out.
you won’t want to believe that it was really you who left me.
and I know you don’t want that to happen.
But that’ll really be done,
you’ll surely regret what you have done.