The Talk

It’s about how people can criticize, thinking they know everything, talk their minds out without paying any attention to others. It’s like simply pushing forward their agenda. Just like my mind try to push it’s agenda, without listening to my heart.

I got up & checked my titanium
Thoughts were nibbling steadily the cranium
My mind is whispering constantly in derilium
I feel, I’m simply losing my equilibrium

I hear from you, life is so damn busy
Occupied with the routine & all that extra crazy
You say, the run & the churn make you dizzy
But finding time to be mean is still so easy
Don’t you think it sounds a bit messy?

You see, I can read before you even write
That feeling in you as if you’re right
You think whatever you say is to the point
But the engravings in your mind
Are simply misaligned
Actually they’re quite disinclined

So you start to criticize
The chemicals you then synthesize
To make things oversized
To simply want me to visualize
That your world is demonized
But I’m not mesmerized
And I won’t sympathize
Coz the truth in your talks is circumcised

Now hear me out in nutshell
Hope you’ll get it before the shell cracks
Perhaps I should call it a nutcrack
You gotta learn to take a step back
And simply trash your garbage in your backpack
Else you would meet your setback
And end up at the same track
So take a deep breath…..
….. Was the talk of me with myself

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The Strike

This poem is dedicated to the Indian troops as I or rather we all are sick & tired of the unwanted activities by unwanted people, trying to enter the Indian territory. It’s the moment of high emotion & I clearly got carried away.

I zoomed
Then a boom
What the hell 
You are doomed 

I dropped
On your shop
To simply crop
Your evil plot

The aim
Which I claimed
In your domain
Is now proclaimed

The hit 
On your shit
Was a hit 
Deep respect

If you lie
And still deny 
I’ll then fly
To kill those lies

First you diss 
But then you miss
What a mess
You seem distress

It’s quite simple 
It wasn’t a ripple
It did cripple
Your chair now swivel

If you think
You are that thing
Standing on the brink
And about to shrink

There’s no point to pretend 
And no need to always defend
Play plain & be transparent
Coz you’re close to your end

The meaningful stride
In the fight
To make things right
Bang it’s the strike

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