Destiny's Accuser

A heart-beating silence,
With No signs of hope
Loneliness and Emptiness
Is all I
Gulp down the throat
And Feed the pain
Making the inside of me hollow
And these thoughts seem borrowed
From a devil's brain.

The dark room , night time , dim lights
Metaphorise the future in this dream-like
State of mind, subconscious
Physically nauseous
Psychologically cautious
but helpless;
The state when every evil thought
Stands well-said,
While Insecurity tries to dispel that.

A phase of transition
From momentary sorrow
To radical un-soothings
And I find all palettes hollow
As I focus on Life's Colors
Except one filled up with black
Is it painting a dark future?
Restless and insomniac ,worsened with grief
Now Everyday is a burden to live
Making me destiny's accuser.

Flame

They fly like a bird, bound to come down
But I fly like a flame, everywhere spreading out..!
Thoughts so strong, and voice so loud
Driving their thoughts and steering the crowds…

They fly like an airplane, bound to come down
I fly like a flame, every direction be my route
Confidence is immortal, Still feet on the ground
And the travels are faster than rumors doing rounds!

They fly like a kite, bound to come down
I fly like a flame, smoke merges with the clouds
Thoughts liberated. And freedom I arouse
Freeing every ponderer of their weirdest doubts!

They fly like a parachute, bound to come down
But I fly like a flame and never come down
Like the sky is my home that destiny has allowed
And every promise is true, like ethics I’ve vowed.

Modern World

Sittin aimlessly,even time is pleading mercy
peek-a-boo in my mind n stealing verses
thoughtless like a grazing cattle,
caught in two minds,albeit a fading straddle

a 'colorless' life is like a 'racist' battle ; no purpose served,
The Silence makes these voices heard
"you can keep trying but you'll never hear a serpant slurp"
Sermons heard ,just to forget them
and while these leaders be fallacy-stressing,
we are aware but we'll still back them...

Insecurity is makin u its straight-faced nominee
and this Fake probity is makin lives a tasteless comedy
A vicious colony,And then we play the strange blame games
Brains Destroying brains like a rage of an insane flame

How many of you wrongfully use every "Right"?
And wrongfully fuse every light?
Then fools wrongfully reaching staggering heights!
Aweful , will they ever the reach the Seventh in Skies(heaven)?

It is at the base that a candle clots
Its Time to work on the Roots,not a mere dental floss
"Sometimes change is a new beginnig",i mentally plot
As i shape meanings for these random thoughts

They boast its a modern world, its incidental
but fake optimism is a drug and detrimental
When aviations of positivity do a nose-dive,
Beware!They can portray even depreciation incremental!

In this social anarchy ,every morning is like an after-life
This faster life is vector-like,spreading evil pasteurized
Crediting themselves for the modern world,i feel its like
"How can it be their brainchild, when their ideas are sterile?"

Metaphor Of Success

Growth was a "flyover",i always ended at the "same level"
Thrust'em feet to 'kick up' , but it sadly was the "brake pedal"
Like they Confined me in a "wine" bottle, escaping felt "high"
The "rays" of hope were "melting" me,i unsafely felt "light"
Thoughts "parked" at the wrong place, i failed to read the "signs"
Success felt sour,the sweat failed to sweeten the lime...

So i "pulled up my sleeves", battled "bare-handed" ,the demons.
"Single"-minded to battle all "odds" and make it "even"
I had "woken up" like a person well-slept (slapped)
Hit "soft" targets,to "cushion my fall" , if i fell flat
Caught the world "blind",as the 'Investment' "hit the bulls eye"
Momentum was what i 'Gained' , Thoughts "driven" by "fuelled" pride....

Free-Flow

I dont write poems , I write rhymes
Words forefront,thoughts at the hindsight
Resurgence through enlightenment
Like light Resurfacing the skyline..

They put me in a spot of bother
The ignorant ;Ignorance cant be broader
All superficial with little substance
Like blue ocean and transparent water..

Only 'gloomy' skies cheer farmers
And the 'wet'lands dry their tears
So its not a mere illusion when
I visualize my strength in the Fear..

Read my whole book,It will still be preface
Dig deep and you'll find a freeway
Where thoughts are cars , in a free-flow
and Thoughts get fueled, till I'am sedate..

Words...

Anguish - One word to express the million feelings
Stranded - No place to flee, no dwelling,no ceilings
Candid - These eyes when caught in front of mirror
Stampede - This heart can hold no more weight of fear..

Eyelashes - No function , futile, darkness both ways
ThighSlapper - Conscience mocking self n screaming throat-sake
MindMapper - Reminisce the past in search for old days
SkyScrapper - The Towering emotions induct some cold waves..

Tempting - To restart , rehearsing till perfection-search ends
Spendthrift - gather knowledge so i cant spend some firsthand
Pensive - This mind excoginating something..
HandBuild - Designin destiny with no strangers helping..

Sweet - Evergreen expressions equate us to smile
Curves - Forever wished goals came Straighter to lives..
Heat - Transforming cold to vapours,vapour to skies.
Words - Connecting soul to paper, paper to minds...

Con-fused

The bodys glowin intense,sanity feels camouflaged
Angelic eyes witness negativity sabotaged
Craving for peace simply 'coz serenity is the best of arts
Deceive my own thoughts flawed like Im an act of Shark..

Satan, Mince meat the flesh called brain
or n attempt to clean sweep the stress or pain?
Intent instilled deep midst the mess of veins
If darkness is moist, i be the Cellophane.

Thoughts wave wayward like long tresses in wind..
Repel positivity like throwin blessings in a bin
Burn my thoughts on air like ashes in a swing
Nurture the negativity in me like saplings in Spring

Mind is a peephole, and the view is enlarged
Visualize light in patches ,say fluorescent art
I flee from my clasp, A fugitive's mark
Coz Fear is a fact and security is stark.

When this mind is a manniquin , thoughts gone static
Stuck at short instances,like a semi-automatic
But i dont blame that kid in the cranium
How can it save me,when memories attack it?

Speed of Darkness - A Multies Lesson for the Interested.

Multies mean Multple Rhymes. This was for a topical battle in an orkut community.

Topic "Speed Of Darkness"


Intro :
Darkness is evil that includes anythin from corruption,alocohol,prostitution to hacking,manipulating facts,cursing,misdeeds,robbers,thieves,terrorists,drugs, etc etc. n it spreads quickly!!

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Verse 1:
i-cross-borders-across-waters/i-straw-prompter-than-arab-chauffers
these-cops-bought-a-volks-wagen/coz his-boss-followed-corrupt-orders!

Verse 2:
i-vex-in-air-tight-Whiskeys
climax-in-red-light-districts
Hi-Tech-n-fast-like-Mig-3s
sly-facts-n-hack-by-scriptings! .....(Darkness is evil)


Verse 3:
With-symptoms-es-calat-ing/Even-Infants-cant-escape-me/ /[i]i-sling-tongues,curse[/i]
i-force-misdeeds/im-a-whore's-striptease/[i]my-speed-burns-turfs[/i]


Verse 4:
Be-a-young-robber-or-terr-o-rist
Be-a-tongue-Slobber-for-Cann-a-bis
Be-a-gun-cock-up-for-Bread,a-feast
Gear-up-for-her:The-Dreaded-Beast! ... Darkness!

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Explanations:
[straw prompter than arab chauffers - i scatter faster than arabic drivers]
[Mig 3x version aeroplanes]

Crooked Rhymes n Wicked Life

Crooked Rhymes n Wicked Life


Listen, m addressin u,feeling half filled like the crescent moon
trappin my thinkin hat in noose,like garfield,got my impression fooled
m letting lose,movies , friendships ,outings n m dressin cool
Then in dancin grooves, aint pensive,tonsils gone sick shoutin stressin tunes!

Money makin me a searchin scout,takes turns in n out,like reflecting tools.
So m Setting rules,bashin rules,hangin out n crashing queues
books better be closed,i gon' ask for some blessings soon
This massive pool of passion fuelled with lettuce of aggressive youth!
'No rest' is good,this brain -a mirror;sensing & deflecting passive moods
Cash is cool, so i be investing huge in gambling ,expectin jewels.
Getting cruel in frantic duels coz Attitude is the precious truth
From trackin suits to dashing shoes,dressin like a fashion school!

Text in books are seldom used.Get this checked through a random dude!
So m pressin to demonstrate against wrath n spooks that lessons proved
so let success bless me soon, as i traverse thru the nasty routes.
But these Masses be acting goons,circumspecting every move
till m left kaput;wrecked n ruined,n their next objective,guess its who?
They're rapid to sense your mental cues,so hide ur brain,the next is You!

Impoverished...

A tale of a SlumMan


Hey,stop staring at me like a suspicious tiffin
u havent witnessed how these lips viciously stiffen ,
enraged n wicked,poverty-weakened n grief stricken
i knw the next morn ,they gon' demolish these slums
wat u inspectin?aint no secret to decipher,All these goods' Giffen

Term us 'social-pests' coz we lie,cheat,steal n still wail-mad?
Truth is ,even we jail-dread
i wont steal again even if i got a stale bread
Evil society rightly makes us trail-bad
so my brothers committin suicide even b'for they gray hair...

look there,u see some figures trembling in daze?
those bony faces,coughin kids shabbily raised?
On the floor-bed,eyes' gone red,feverish foreheads
breathe needs snorkel,shambling till base
thats my job,i got a family to raise...

a son,a father,a husband see i got lot of roles to play
How can i cope up with a life like a pot of holes wid no clay?
u feel their situation aint botherin me?
No!i got no tears coz i got no water in me
The mercy-monger in me prays their lives cut shorter indeed.

Is it worth being human,i curse from within
In this social building,we are mere precincts
Being treated so harsh by the same species..
I better be an animal,get slain, sell off my flesh..
Treat their miseries n send my kids off to a creche...

KinderGarten

i miss the see saw with a friend face to face
the swing that swayed me from place to place
the slide that made me race to base
the race n chase games we played..
n those faded faces laced with grace!
The arts that we crafted,drawing on the benches
winter in half pants, growing with our senses
those classes we seldom paid attention to
random chats,no stress n tension too.
stare outta the window,parents waitin out
n once the teacher caught him gazin out
afflicted with fear,this tot innocent-posed
got twisted in the ears,n got the window closed!
N still those be the best days we had
no pc, no facebook, no phone , no texts no keypads
no big books, no dreams , no hopes , no sick looks
strange,the only pain we bore was weak tooths!
Sometimes i hold my thoughts n switch'em back
to the priceless moments no1 can take away or give'em back
Sometimes i supress my unrelished dreams
n spare a minute to reminisce n cherish the realitaies
Sometimes wish to go back to d days b'fore this stone heart had hardened,
Sometimes i wanna live before the sorrys,the thank yous n the pardons
the Life sweeter than heavens gardens
Sometimes i wanna go back to my Kindergartens...

Reality Check

Strange how these kind thoughts always end up in blind spots
these fine dots stuff these brain resulting mindclots
its time i assemble these bits n pieces in a fryin pot
n lit it till they be dying hot,
quit this weed intertwined crop
n kick this needless maligned gross.
a frantic mindstate is like a tempting highway wish
the more we accelerate , greater we behave in line with risk
but we b hope-magnets,optimists seldom drove sadness
thin line between fun n frenzy n core madness
nothing seems good to u coz u wore badness
cleanin door mattress while the dirt lay on the sole stamp.
and thats the issue with u ,me n the whole camp
the only reality check is the soul scan,
truth is waitin out but who cares the door rang?

A Hapless Soul's Night at the beach

For u to judge. not just rhymes ,the meaning too.
......

Appears as if am asphyxiated,am in abyss
the bleak breeze blew beside the barren beach
the current caressed the coast,the crawlin crab in creeps
the dude delusioned in the daily dramas,designin daring dreams
eccentric,exudes elusive empathy n emotions, emulous
fighting failure,face featuring fear n frowns,frivolous
gusty n gloom,the graffiti on gravel gory n gray
hush! the horizon 'hit the hay'
inbetween iniquity n innocence it interlay
just-unjust juxtaposed at the jittery juncture
the karaoke of the knell knockin the kernel
the luminous lunar lantern limn the last light
make-believe the maverick manouver midst the maze with max might
will nature nurture the naive as he nears the next night?

......



Did u notice the A to N alphabet sequence ?

*Explanatory notes:
Hit the hay= sleep
kernel=soul,brain,heart
limn-depict,portray

Desideratum of ascension

An elated mindstate is like an infatuation
u have it,still covet til u farewell ur imagination
but alleviatin anxious nerves is wat we needa learn
hate the hatred,n b blind enaf just to see the fun.

society is salutory,only till we share a good rapport
frivolous thoughts fuse at a point like a big black hole
metamorphozises like the growth of a tad pole
apocalypse the society,n beseech the encore
n the way these occur,stereotype like the weekday supper
ornery n strong like haunts of a gilted lover
n this,provokes the urge,the need to avert.
the courage,the strength,the will to govern.

we cant do without,but still despise dependence
n the innate vengeance to solecize all inventions
we,the creator of all the stress,the tensions
now desire a panacea,the desideratum of ascension!

All the Time - Song

The song link:
http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8727480

The lyrics:
Verse 1:
3 fold misery in a four-pocket pant
carryin anaesthetic in a cold cotton patch
need 3 people to hold rotten straps
filthy n feeble ,the most floppest thang.
Shoulders need a bolt to keep from drippin
Bondage to the core like Sick-dog-keeping
passive,like a bad teacher scoldin kids
sh** t so scary,it had my shoulders seeped
metaphors similes cacophonous emulations
resemble pity or analogous simulations
scrambled unwitty dismantled not pretty
trampled unwilling,example of sissy
that was the
The perfect description for sum1 battlin me
this be a bike race,m on a peddling spree.
the way m turnin haters lately towards ur ass
the nxt thing u need is facebook's "Likeness"App!

hook:
They dont even know what kinda thing i been doin all the time [x4]

Verse 2:
gals comin coz im safe like pressin Havells
ur concepts more played then a Testing cable
bombastic,im more drastic ,a nasty evil
while ur flows more standtill like a dressing table
u tryin shine hidin my heat?mere aluminium foils
i leave yea half f*** ed like im a lenient boy
this song be germ free like its pasteurized
im a zombie humpin dity wid brilliant ploys
spill lice all over ya ,so u can start from the scratch
m an art u cant match ,apart from the rest
u go bling when i sting like a tropical insect
(u)cant be seeing being fly even if copy the syntax
yo i leave ya hoppin with two legs
so u beg for two rags
attack for food and
get smacked and blue-blacked!

Hook

Verse 3:

haunt u like a campfire on a full moon
yous midget brain even though u physically full grown
my Rhymes drivin u crazy ,call it a pen-drive,
and i be more popular than hentai in shanghai
see i Send u packing off like winzipped n winRar
so when u say dope,u still aint this far.
i mean it,conceal it,when i say that im skilled
u feel it,reveal it,ur vacant im filled
im racin towards win,while u facin defeat
now,was it u positively sayin me beef it?

hook again ;-)

Up n Down - Song

Link:

http://soundclick.com/share?songid=8717925

Lyrics:


im like a lifeless soul
tryin to put my foot on the right place, feel the lightness of sole..
my legs dont move,this aint the right way at all
im losin my senses,n m white as cold.

like m battlin a war of rights or so.
on a see-saw of my flights n falls
n these hard feelings n these dreams are really
like a steel bar heated n m walkin on it.

n these days are stuck like the clock be halting
n this heat makes me burn like a fallin comet.
these fast moving events like FMCG
can i draw my patterns freely?
can i shape my life like a Matter thee be.
these eyes red like a battle defeated

bisect n rattle my heart like a seismic movement
on the crust of the earth,like it be grooving

my soul is gasping,own self askin me
am i actually slippin into blasphemy?
A glass-ceilin-i cant ,reach the top
maybe coz souls transparent,never "hit the spot"
tryin to gather my strenghts, thru risky plots
n sweatin to solve ,
the multi-complex-city like mystic malls.
but m losing control like a whiskey shot
coz my life lacks colors like Disneys got.

................................

Up n down
Up n Down
then Down n down
m slippin into darkness now
wish this aint the farthest route
oh no.i doubt

........................
this blank face marks a mystery
u can call me narsuhsistic
lyk flock of birds,its hard to distinct
n u cant plan the drives of instinct.
so when i sit in my crib n m facin the mirror
i see two eyes,embracing some Fear
thoughts engraved in the hazy ,unclear
spinnin my head as if a crazy sphere.
so i try to evade it by evasive acts
like closing my eyes or facing my back
like onslaught of inventory, keeps comin up,
like haunts of a bad dream,m runnin for luck.

summing up,these rhymes u listenin
is my mind deciphering hymns of misery,
miracle,even my closed/eyes vision it.
thoughts that i, be better off seizuring.

fruitless like a book to illiterate
set my preferences like'em,booze to a cigarrete
dont have a gun,but in my mind i trigger it.
bullets yea,thats wat i be deliverin.
naah,i aint killin myself,haha
im killin all the haterz like 2012
like a shootout at..wel..that u decide
but u cant escape the mass homicide.


It aint a dead song.its a song for the dead..i told you..

A piece of Past

Skimming through a soul-ride,on a cold Nite
feels like a roller coaster,so i hold-tight
where these thoughts go to?,crossing all borders
Great Wall to the pyramids,crossin all waters

a round trip through the fossils back to modern age
from a World Trade TOwer smack back to the Golden GAte
but i Cant-cut-thru Stone Henge,so hold up,wait!
so i squeeze my thought flow like Gibraltar Strait!


My mental asylum pullin thoughts these far
like my mind be the leaning tower of pisa
sittin down on this seat, n i reminisce
n picture pyramids lik i've been around to giza
vivid n descriptive like the galapagos
detailed with Fine inscriptions just like "The Taj"
slide "deep" into dreams,my thoughts like "Great Barrier Reef"
Blend with transfusional "Aurora",the aeriel treat!
Intellect Seeking connections like Brooklyn Bridge
mind full of contradictions like Socrates!


n then Victoria-'Falls',n my thoughts crash
cold chilling my spines,n this frost air.
Like the medieval world 'ends', my short nap too
still a dream high ,like the tallest "plateau"
oh now i know y these ambitions r "falling flat"
so i replace the flat top with Mount Everest!

Howls of Derision

A month of preparations,incessant researches,
tireless drudgery,a penchant for success
sleepless nights alongwith thoughtful days
to skip the trite n those obvious ways..

Those minute details n heaps of examples
to keep my arguement from being trampled
coherence,articulation - all had me assured
the fruits of pain,no scope of downfall!

That feeling of free state,even on D-day
relaxed,calm ,composed n sedate
But access to stage,n a hundred faces
two hundred eyes,staring like alien races
butterflies inside,can i recall those pages?
will the next few moments feel like a million ages?


a clench of fist,feels like a sweat palm
Feeling of a fugitive in the war of vietnam
visioned the light eclipse in my brains eyes
the wave of the moment had me capsized!

a stutter,a stammer,momentory lapse of memory
frail beginner complementing an absurd summary
infinity of errors,null accouts of precision
n the ambience roared with howls of derision...

Deja Vu in College Life

(This was written for a battle in Insignia Rappers Community)

a Few lines/rhymes on the topic "Deja Vu in Bachelor Life"

A journey of the already hapnd,already felt,stuff pretty mental,n im a expose the truth riding this
xcitingly,my 6th sense is stronger than the Big Bang,n "deja vu"is just n xcuse hiding this!
my ciggi sippin my piggie bank,me dizzy deep n high hearin Biggiespranks
My moms much better than Debbie Nels,but i still thought i was n eminem..! (deja vu,any1?)
hallucination or logic?,coz every othr day in college,i felt i been thru every place i frolicked
buh my bedroom was a closet,..life stagnant,..n gettin bad grades was never a deja vu,or was it?
Desperation speaking 'Can i hone skills?',insanity creeping like my telephone bills
can i Real-ize that gal in my dream?can i keep up to expectations with those many forcing?
n then dejavu;my skills high on run,insanity relievin like telephone tariffs
my girl in my bed,bedsheet of satins,n did they expect me be famous like arabic Caliphs?
no.the attitude n ego,i was best-in-my-sight,swagger like i'd blast-every-mic
Even the critics dint-help-me-realize that i was trapped-in-a-fight wid my sceptical-illusions,n thats the factual-realism of a bachelor life....

Pain

Its Amazing how our ability to bear pain is so relative to the outcome.

I slice my hand with a blade
accidentally
cant bear the pain, mommy screams
sentimentally.
the blood is red ,my face ,white
wish i was dead before that strike
subtle pain,sudden fright
wonder wat this fudge is about?

i cant write my test,i cant wipe my mess
n i cant quite undress,i curse my plight -"unblessed"
wonder why the minimal of pain seems unmeasurable.
severe pains n petty pokes ,they commensurable?
witness a kid on top of a steep mountain side
his heartbeats remaining to a few counting lines.
tripped n fell,skid n yelled
figured his parents eyes swell
his dad with a bruised limb,a blood oozed skin
Viz.vertigo last nite,n so a screwed spin
still bothers to run like a sudden mood swing
where did the pain vanish?,as he pretends a Bruce Lee!

my point is,pain we suffer is so relative
think of reverse reactions of a dose of sedatives
y does a thin slice of skin feel like a severed appandage
n a critical contusion cant stand our rage?
if its will power,thn i will n i hve the power
but can u face the invisible hand making us coward?

to make it pretty clear,
....Pain n its Fear.

S.L.I.B.M

Thats dedicated to my SLIBM 2009-11 MBA batch!

Touch of elegance,we perfectionists.
we d crux of the matter,we affect the gist
Let practicality be our fantasies
plus, positivity is our sample space
while they just 'study',we end the'case'
pop up a problem,we got ample ways
talk up a topic,n we end up Ace
we live up to our "Roles",while they pretend the "Plays"
top up our"soft" skills,call us "tender" grace!
We act like we rule,with plan and pace
enemies on their knees is a common sight
invincible,coz we b reachin abnormal heights.
we live up so high,that we be dying in heaven.
thats how we define s.l.i.b.m 09-11!

Logical View

how many times do u find water banks in a desert?
how many blinds witness multicolor blend of feathers?
stagnant imitators,ample of haters,gangstas thugs n examples of traitors.
get trampled or escape,in this enchanted maze
if u can handle these fakers , ur pampered n gazed.
an entangled mystery like rambo savaged.
or stample the frays in ur own vernacular ways.
its a heck of a place but its ur own mind thats amazed.
n the place is based in ur own mental state.
Concentrate,u dont wanna b stuck in ur way,n b turnin away from this ruckus ahead ..
coz a learnin puppet aint fit for ur earning budget.
its wise dumping the ass that aint humping the weight.
success dont come until ur hunting the gate.
but when ur taken the pain , u get'em in spades.
like an adamant brain is blatant insane.
how can brotherhoood develop unless ur compassionate...?

its like a social model,its a logical view
n if wisdom was a rule, n heaven was true
you'd b n ethical victim,consequences trememdous too
but these ravenous homosapiens be craving for dues.
coz these dawgs like pandora openin boxes of rabies n flu.

Soul

im like a lifeless soul
tryin to put my foot on the right place, feel the lightness of sole..
my legs dont move coz this aint the right way at all
im losin my senses,my sights n m white as cold.
like m battlin an internal war conflictin rights or so.
my flights n falls
like i strive for control,
i find encircled wid fire flames of petrol
my conscience patrol my nerves,burning thm up
ike my anatomy is a stove..and am running for luck
like im pluckin a herb outta poisonous shrub,
contradictory mindset, got me weak on my hindlegs,
barely can support myself ,tryin to fix hurdles underlyin this
my soul is gasping,my whole self askin me
am i actually practicin blasphemy?
its a glass-ceilin i cant reach the top
maybe coz soul is transparent,we never really "hit the spot"
tryin to catch life like its robbin us,depict the cops
materialistic pleasure,gluttonic,hedonist
the only good thing abt it is more lipid as corpse!!

xtatic

one room attic..all things static,but i see eyes rollin....as i glance at it...
its dark, looks stark,does seems sporadic,
circumstances markin da situation pathetic,
i see da door,i smack it,......whack it,n crack it.
go closer at it ,n try to attack it..,i got da power to empower ,but i still feel i lack it..its da midbite hour,is it some magic?
closer n closer those eyes ,i stare it,
heat oozing out,just like raw acid
they stare at me too,as i ask it:
"who r u,why u here,are u trapped in?"
"I m YOU,xtasy,in you i inhabit"
i daze,paralysed,traumatised ,and astonished.
my conscience wants to ask me and i let it:
"was i stupid to tag myself xtatic...?"

Orkut dies

like my mirrors dead,my image broke
where the spitters at?insignians* choked?
fans vanished,those scraps blemished
Vers that 'drug' gone?my friends famished!
ver they booked my 'scraps' 4 sellin?
ver those Desi acts of rappin?
they finished?
now let me reminicse
lappy on lap,top in the lobby,sendin scraps used to be my hobby
...twas a second life,prolly,..corny fact, m socially snobbish
end of the world?send'em to hurl, stones n abuses at googles office!
ver am i gonna "spit" my rap?"sink" my rap?flush it,they dead
now every community is officially dead!
no more fake profiles,no more beefs
no more paedophiles,no more kids
its like we go blind,friends aint to be seen
Mr.lonely in my mp3
ver those tracks of gaggy b?
rhymes of infy and h.o.d?
but wait a sec ,aint need to be sad
,internets a big rat,overlook the dead
now m hooked like mad,my friends they back
no more regrets, facebooks my gat!

(*insignia is a rap-related community in orkut and gaggy b,h.o.d,infy r hood rappers at insignia)

Wake up call

the way we fuck up things n disregard freedom
like rejecting bhagat singh's "inquilab" vision
passing days scratchin heads like sim recharge coupons
straping our gats like sin-hearted hooligans
lifes leavin u faster than a beating heart of pigeon
while u masturbatin reminiscing penile incision.
m just tryna change ur tracks,crossing ur thoughts.
or do i need to feed some dough n copy them cops?
the dirts in ur feet,no good mopping'em Mats!
aint makin u sick,just poping em facts
time is in ur wrists,y aint u clockin'em fast?
every next minute u need to say "fuck it"
coz ur minds fulla blood,like saucy buckets
y aint ur mind under control,be straight,
if u boast of getting lions recaged in 3days?
vers the power now?u end up being pea-brains on D-days!
u just dogs runnin after biscuits n u feel reality tvs realistic?
sinful society sucking ur blood, druggin u n u jus got addicted
new school of thought,kids think non-violence is a big bet
militants 'bomb' violence,whil u busy in ur gym flauntin ur six packs?
wait,ur pics bad!coz u jus donno how to portray it
n see how i caught u in a twist like two chicks foreplaying

Life n Politics

A rap i wrote on a beat but due to my laziness never really vould record it n shit :-/

like a bread n a piece of butter,i kiss my rhymes wd my pen like a paper-cutter
slash ur minds ,stabs ur hands,im fallin so hard like u the guard in charge and they droppin the day wid the labour shutter
but im opposite ven i open ur minds, u dont oppose it,coz these lines from a causative mind
showin ur flaws n the lies,brigin wat u've been deprived,coz my flow sick .xtasy = dopist
too many failures like a showbizz,so many thorny roses
every morning closes a day of grinding roadies, buh wats there motives?
living a lie ,livin a sin ,we r like captured unknowns under our noses,
full of sinners like a bottle of champagne,keepin em busy is electional campaigns
m just bringin the truth in this message,tryin to dragu towards the wisdom passage
coz our lives a ship in wreckage,fightin for power like this worlds so savage.
talkin democracy is worse
so much negativity in this word, im a figure this speech as litotes
why this fuss in all this?
if Actions speak more ,then we sure hear ur flosses
u promises contaminated coz u never taste work,u waste work,waste us ,make fun
coz my thumb rules ven i vote u ,
thumb-rule, i wont vote u
n be the same fool to expect ur promises fulfilled the next 5years i go thru,naaaahh but i wont do...

Bad girl

like 9 months in m gone wid the wind
the way i bonded with chicks,dudes felt pawned in the scene
thats the dude i always wanted to be,flaunted often
till those flocking feelings, love-lockin my wings
got lost in my teens,found me back ven u too lost in the same.
rest is "history" n like most studnts m hatin it now
i dint in my high skul,but m facin it now
our relatinship is shaping in round.
ur xperience was the best teacher,plus we aint the pair we ver,
n m saving my brain now,coz u rendered my heart vestigial.
n now like this fish in the sea tis weakenin me.
peeps define loneliness,but im livin this thing.
its funny how u r proud of mockin a dick
see i fucked u,but seems like YOU cockin a dick?lol
but see m back to basics ,flockin up chicks
u act evasive,but m actually lazy,possibly
coz it dint make much difrnce like robbing a rich
or clobbing a bitch,coz ur the kinda gal wud've luvd u being drawn into ditch.

Respect her

The cradle dat rocked u,da heaven u felt like
Da miracle dat propd u,Evrytime u fell,cried.
She got more power than a billion cells might,
da luv n affection,every word she spells's rite.
Da liberty,da freedom on this earth u dwell alive,
is a reason for her suffering 27*10 nites..
da fact is accepted, da height u cant reach.
moma,da woman is,i respect till i breathe.

then this girl,a pearl,i used to tease her, "sinister"
its been time i confessed shes sublime n wished her.
she used ta 'storm ma brain' like a perfect twister..
da day,'from da train',i blessed n kissed her
the purest relation ,the surest assurance..
the curest healer,da curious imitator,
da nearest family-ar(familiar),my dearest sister...

da acumen called women,perfectly woven,
heart softer dan silk,art in her skills,
smarter dan ur wits,plus glamour n bliss
the roles r many,but shes da best actor.
like blood in artery,in ur life a vector.
the worlds saviour,every lifes first chapter
its time we try high,why shy?,just sigh high
look up to da sky,tell,women "i respect her"

Solar Eclipse

natures illustration that obstacles are prudent,rise-in superstitions as sun sets for a moment
optimist interprete that darkness aint permament,pessimists debate consequences r gruesome

impact of the small(moon),distraction for all,sun reduced to 'Satan's ball'!
time withhled in natures jaws?,or is it light been 'shell'd in natures flaws?

Someones just "crossin the path" n earths da victim,natures play..very decepting!
no big screen than the "skyline",unmatched entertainment,the whole horizon in action!

astrologers ponderin over exploitin ur moma,astronomers wandering for the actual panorama
turnin the globe into a factual melodrama,while nature's mocking"its just a natural phenomena"!