Avada Kedavra

your haughty smirk,

my heart at work,

you are a nameless flower

i am an unbridled cloud

bringing the shower

abracadabra

just reveal yourself

your dimpled smile,

my non-existent style,

cast aside my fear

isnt the time near

to see the shores

of life together

abracadabra

turn my ego into an elf

your shrinking cheeks,

my greying mush,

i shall see

your smile in my eyes

even when its time

light goes out of mine

avada kedavra

till the end of life itself

An Ode to Ephron

pitch black, curvy outline,

moving towards me

simmering heat, pulsating beats,

the sound of glorified glee

guitar strings, chicken wings

her name is Saraswati

locked tresses, hormone messes

i just couldnt let it be

lips lock, eyes baulk

moving away says she

nobody loves me for my mind

even in sex fantasy

Bang Bang My Baby Shot me down!!!

meet, we havent

in the short span i've known

laughed, i have

on the topic like a clown

guess, i did

her pretty name right away

tell her, should I?

my fifty shades of grey

searched, the net

just to have a sight

crazy, am i?

the blur was just a night

No, i heard

shes just not that into me

I and her,

was never meant to be

Done, with it

before the end could even start

reason, doesnt know

the reasons of the heart

Destiny's Child

mirror mirror on my wall,

which is the best of them all?

father of a life self-styled

or the eternal destiny's child?

Thou, O Master, call it self-styled

of a life carefree and gone so wild

choose when and what he wants to be

from abc to lsd

later will he realise, rid of the bliss

the options and choices were never really his

Oh my Master, kept for us is a lifebook compiled

for Ye are nothing but destiny's child

there is and aint no plan

except that child is the father of man

Back to IMI

two months since, i passed those gates

doing nothing, for a number of days

here I am, back to square one

feeling nostalgic, the old lady's son

food is bad, the toilets never flushed

rooms are small, like a pigeon hole

hear the talk, as if all is doomed

need work done, 'NO thats not my role'.

did you hear that? he screwed so and so..

bitching goes on, about every john doe

all we ever did, was copy and paste

even the names not changed, in the last minute haste

why is it then, I was itching to come?

from a place where I, was comfortably numb

among incessant laughter, sounding like a disturbed beehive

heard myself say. 'I am feeling ALIVE'.

Change of Seasons

thoughts would become crystal clear

predicted the weekly paper, for my star

even the cloud said so, which was near

when it cleared up and went away, far

dont know if it will ever be the same again

tells the dew on the grass in a teary farewell

would love to capture it forever & detain

but its best to let go, my heart would tell

staring at the long gone cloud in the sky

braced myself for the heat that lays ahead

had known all along, away it would fly

its the memories that linger on, that I dread