DISCOMFORTING SOLACE... MESHRAM TIE YOUR LACE...

i see

i feel

auh acute urgency of leaving this place.

as if someone is shouting my name

praying for us to meet sit and dine

& let's be just fine.

i realize i do not fit here

it's just distorted relationship of past

tries to converge the present to test examine

the strength left to save the fight for peace

to prevail and flickering face seems to say

Ya that's alright.
No need to shout
for that gives birth to an ugly pout
Mind brain games mouth uncouth
heart soul borrowed emotions
of a diseased scout.

MISS MUSE... PLEASE AMUSE...

i have her...

i don’t need her.

We don’t need each other.

It’s all flesh and bones.

We are moving stones.

Feeling living the killing satisfaction

With the available timid attraction.

Please dump yoour past

Cause present is full of action

Work oriented encounter

Lost in memoirs to calm down her.

There conversation not helpful

Proving class difference dreadful

THIS SHEER HOPELESSNESS 

Makes me the father of sickness

I drive to the cemetery

In search of morbid victory

I have nothing

Eyes offer hunting

They all are accumulating

Karma and i am doing nothing

Just sitting and sulking

No one knows me

No one owes me

I am living dead body

No one  foes me/cares me/choose  me

Me is the dying element burning soul

Fire getting hold of whatever can roll.  

FREE VERSES... THAT GIRL... SAYS

I the monologue

You…

We the audience

And you???

You the absent.

Well then

Who the miss understood

Standing out bare foot

Don’t ask her out

She has ache in tooth

Oh my chord I hear

Music-deprived hoot 

Well Well Well

That’s some parachute

Suspended in ecstasy

On borrowed weed

Whom no one needs

Oh spare me your gentle heeds                                            

There is heap of unsown seeds

Must be pass out with no leads

Lady

Getting back to our dispute

Let’s keep the oscillating truth

That’s the mere ingredient

Which the PR HR constitutes.

As wages for their fun and food

Wow such equilibrium

In relationships

Tell me the amplitude

Hey leave it them

With gratitude and simple happy solitude

Well then say some sell den

In German they say auf wiedersehen

meaning Bye bye till we meet again

I know

We depart just to be again

Let’s not have that game again

I crossed a century and history

To witness your beauty and brains.

Hahahahahahahahahahahah

Om my lord did I just….

Hate me love me but don’t

Don’t observe me  

Share your grief

Will bring you relief

LADY:  Are You from advertising firm?

Every word of yours is hitting pitch.

Ohkay let me confess language is a bitch

And literature, all about how to pitch that bitch.

LADY: Holy shit!!

Are you out of your wits?

Say so you may say so lady.

As your conscience is limited to hairgrip.

Oh no not again!!

Ignorance shower in vain.

Creature deprived of wisdom

Looking at mirrors full of barren lane

Confused market driven middle class city dwellers

She is no more in the hands of dreams that got over.

Leave her… to her… for her…

YES, She loves purr purr purr…

To be Meshram…  again

Auf wiedersehen.

INDIA SCRIPTED BUDGET GHOSTWRITER

India scripted,WE are the ghost writers.

So much of acid pouring in

Nation politics digital shit

Your verdict gaali-gully me hit

Machchar immune to local shit

3^rd gender looking for Onir’s hit.

“Bachchao unko bhi Padhao unko”

Their solitude is of morbid fit.

Nourishing self, Laying on digital feeds

Generation rehabilitation some chick-flick.

Aadhar Voter Credit Cards are massive hit

Time for Sulabh to get ID card for OPEN SHIT.

Summon architect engineers of nation COZ

Every wall seems to be saying please EXIT.

One idiot wrote some 5 point SHIT.

Another made a movie OUT OF IT.

Oh lord! Spare our government colleges

Their situation condition a flop written skit.

Only ministry knows why national awardees

Fall under the trap of expiry PIT.

25 years!!!

where is patherpanchali???

My doordarhsan DEAR

ASK MIB bro!!!

We are (toh) loyal to centre you know.

SINCE 20 YEARS NO NEW BLOOD IN A ROW.

20+ IITs 19+ IIMs 10+ AIIMS

FTII 1 SRFTI 1 NSD 1 NID 1

Therefore INDIAN ART FILTHY SHIT.

Hindi ABSENT FOR 12 years of ENGLISH medium

Still Vishal is dubbing Shakespear HIT

Is CBSE HRD into developing spirit?

Railway is dead ask local celebrity

No place for foot or even breath to rest.

 I got dandruff via bedding gift.

That too in a vaataanukoolit pit

Railway is dead… 

Only Danny knows how to recycle all this

AND GET OSCARS

Out of our pseudo developing WIT.

I know this para doesn’t need my RHYMINIG hit.

LEAVE IT LEAVE IT BRO LEAVE IT.

MY MOOD IS OVER NOW

WILL REWRITE THE INDIA’S RESUME…

BUT I REQUEST ALL MY FRIENDS KINDLY

ADD YOUR EXPERIENCE IN THIS

FREE FLOWING SHEET AND

PLEASE AVOID THAT JUST CHILL FUCK AND SIT.

auf wiedersehen...

DEVELOPING DIGITAL CONCERN

Yes they are forcing me to waste my words wisdom and piece of infinity on their shit.

     bourgeois's k*ick
     on digital shit
     oh feed me
     oh feed me.
     veins displaced wires
     more or less burning fire
   
     high on desire
     dumbness their satire.

     raise your hands do balle balle
     coz this is the cliche we admire.
     oh meshram oh meshram
     don't act as if... morality lawyer.

kaun kisse pareshaan?

shehar bhar ki shaam .....    
ka manjar meri annkho k aagey
jhuk raha hai kyun?
main to baitha hoon
kore kagaz k saath
shehar bhar ki
thandi hawayein
baalo ko sahlaaye
paseena sokhe jaaye
aisa kyun kar rahi hai
shehar bhar ki shaam
main akela naa khush naa udaas
bus akela apne saaath
kuch pal wahi purane pal
kuch rozmarra k lamhe
sab baithe hai mere saath
khamoshi aklelepan ki mehfil
unhi ka darbaar meri kalam
mere kuch ashraar kuch
bhule bhatke khyaalo se mehmaan
kuch jaane pehchan armaan
sab apni arzi liye
meri marzi ke intezaar me.
safar me doobe hai soraj kai
maine qaid ki hai uski maut har roz.
main gawah hoon uski maut ka har roz.

i love her, i love her, i love her and that's why i am gonna wait for her. . .

uff this rejection of yours
is killing me

I am stuck in a position
and you have left me
without uttering a single word.
You should have helped me
I should have asked for help . .
but you are too busy
with your own world
and problems and people.
I don't want to act
like clingy again.
You know how it feels
and I appreciate that
You are good, caring, polite
I am bad, careless and impolite
24*7 I only think of you
Its only you who
flows in my blood mind soul.
who gives me energy
a hope to live
a hope which i myself
don't know when is
going to be a reality.
Yet everyday i am fighting
with myself for you only
Its hard to fight alone
please don't leave me in the middle.