Slippery Slopes

............Not to hurt

.......................Not to be hurt

.....................................Not to love

................................................Not to be loved

Kalyug

Where the artists should feed off each other, instead they feed on each other.

Beautiful Viscious Circle of Hate

Make them hate you, without giving them any reason to. Let this become their reason,on which they cannot but feed on forever.

Ism of Alcohol

When alcohol becomes a crutch and you get beaten by it if you don't use it, to do or not to do does not remain to be a question, anymore.

A Foreigner

1st April,10
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Some places that speak to you
Saying were you not here before
What makes you come back
Don't you not belong here

Some places that ask
You were never here before
What makes you come now
What makes you think you belong here

Some places that don't speak to you
They speak amongst themselves in their own languages
The eyes speaking all to clearly though
You are different.We will treat you differently
You are a guest.How can you ever belong here

A place which seems to say
You are hanging without a root
Not nice seeing you get the boot
Sympathising is out of the question.Pity is an option
I could falsely assure you,to make you feel better
But its only right that I disappear
For you have become a foreigner and you will never belong here

(Pun-Death)* of Death

The ecstasy
The wild fantasies
The pleasure amidst all the pain
Knowing nothing went in vain
Remembering none of the advice said
Oh that indescribable feeling
When for the first time you are going to get laid.

Lights Out

6th March,10
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The light switch thought
Seems long I've been switched off
Feel the clear blue skies
But that stench below
Has it been so long that they've forgot
White light is all they need
White blinding light, all I need
To clear them out and make a fresh start
But wait.Let me figure it out
For I may decide to go ahead only with the first part.