Marry Me Martyr

Marry me martyr 

Marry me in this life 

Mark me! O carve me! 

Remove me subjugation then independence... 

Mark me! O carve me! 

Greed swings you vile aloud, martyr! 

Marry me Martyr 

To the land of innocents 

By the pretty windows shaking hands; 

Mark me! O carve me! 

War of words i swear. 

Flow free birds free you and me 

free them and free all 

Mark me! O carve me; Martyr! 

Marry me in this life.

Woodstock Maniac-3 (when sanity and life betray one another)

Is rhyming the same song called madness or wantness? 
We have gone to the Himalayas, 
the foggy clouds kiss our foreheads, 
longing breath of air does heal our sorrow, 
to the joyous myth you can imagine, 
as revolution is only a name to a country 
it cannot change her beauty never the lust 
there! we went to the Himalayas- 
where women climb terrains. 
we watched them eating berries, 
mouth watered and we woke up shameless hippies 
Don't call me Hippies you moron! 
for i only liked it this way of attire, 
every eyes a watchman walk, 
be it true or a lie of goose-mongers, 
it is you that tell the path ahead, 
climbing down the mountains we smeared in cross fingers 
to forget the misery, rise up a conscious man! 
a man of honour everyone wants 
but what do you want!???? 
Woodstock! you sweat me twice 
peace slips through me singing ''kill 'em all'' 
strings gone wild so am i 
they left the bed of paradise 
flying across the mainland smart mistress 
i made of no machine not Usain Bolts 
mind! 
These maniacs you cannot redeem 
those piles of laughing stocks you cannot forget 
we carried only the soar with empty hands 
dreams do seems wonderful alone, 
as post-Woodstock is what i am today,
coming together of sanity and life warns master god 
it was a nice ride PEOPLE. 
it will continue, another Woodstock will be written 
but the reasons stuck in blemish forever.

Woodstock Maniac-2 ( a week long journey)

Post gig, my swine tingles and tickles 

we are to score yet it was not enough 

he said, '' our destination is very near, before it lights up; 

have it the best nights of all time''. 

i swear it in my mother father nature, 

these pleasures do mesmerise Woodstock 

we are running with hustle 

breathless brother! please light it up, 

boom me my hero boom my crazy love 

make me lose in the madness, 

into the wild beauty; 

my body stops to bosom whirl flowers 

but it never stops and sweetness laid down 

the music continues. 

the fruits of heaven i have had 

now seduce every minds. 

i am starting to see Dejavu 

of a boy who lost his soul 

singing peace with music, 

we shall over throne the cries of love ones, 

every alive waiting for a time, 

''Should i wake up and be with them? 

or just pretend and realize with a blow. 

The Great Woodstock Still Continues... 

but i am not well at the moment. 

Woodstock Maniac-1 (one fine day)

It was a fine day yesterday, 

freed from institutions walked away from pillars 

to a free way, a liberty fumes in daily 

now we can make an unforgettable days 

thousands of money we all put in the pocket... 

we rose next to the Nala slum's livelihood 

peep the best weed in town 

bought at 200 rs. and lasted for a day. 

i even stop pleasuring myself. 

The music started... 

humming of guitars express love 

peace! we fight every hour with love ones. 

and with people gathering music and fantasy 

smoke up all the joint and fuck* me 

i did not even spare his wives,

i don't even spare the whores of GB road 

this peak ecstasy i had will warm me 

dear peace! your love ones shouting at each other

make no harm you harmless man. 

The day ends, 

we forget the time machine of their hands, 

the man-made clock in my hand. 

can't we laugh all the time and stop hating each other. 

light it up baby! he roars with me as we smoked another love.

Poems Didn't Help Me

Poems didn't help me overcome the ways 
of life, my problems i am wandering, 
thy forgot Price thee unattended ceremony, 
i have written hundreds of me, 
thousands of roses i have frozen in time, 
from heaven's sided nowhere to beggars and poverty, 
i have written words of the Gentlemen, 
the makers' O England! 
but never did it helped me, 
its beauty i only confess by satire, 
by accepting whirl concrete bricks that falls, 
head down and broken charms and trust never gone, 

Now words don't do justice with me, 
his words just left me by the riverside, 
poems didn't help me 
it never can console an old marker, 
marks never can brighten their faces, 
not summer not winter nor honey bee i ate, 
poems are wild you know! 
Poems can escape the sadness, expression unknown, 
the ambiguity itself fortune bewilders, 
but never escape the reality of what is now, 
sicken from a half baked mission i hoarded 
blacken from the judgement they gave, 
and what does must come back Master! 
Poems never did help me! 
Poems didn't escape the reality of me,

on Friday, December 30, 2011 at 12:05pm

Numbers and Wonders, (Illiterates and Literates Society)

It's not hymn not sonnet nor realm streets 

Count that burst flames or sonic wonders 

Numbers count you and me by the way Master! 

As i fly down penny to save a dime, 

Once on a luxury car you drive even faster 

Now it is your lust mortal cry, Master! 

Numbers and Wonders be reaching courts on time 

Sorry for not your fault but it's greed i must behold. 

In this sorry land is you exist beneath tears befold 

Talks of history our literates society, 

God is a stone we carved with love, 

Now we hate him blind faith lord. 

We asked questions and his existence, 

He can only lament my trust unknown, 

Flow of life be flaws you may call 

Illiterates loved you morning and night 

Praises you for sickness men never wanted 

Shared our love to the religion oh my shrine! 

Transparent fierce witnesses mankind, her identity 

To the hall we made for our togetherness 

A place call shrine, Master! 

It becomes a battle field and their reasons to survive. 

All hail religion; all hail revision, all hail the lord!

But now literates society dares to mock 

Dares to see the unacceptable regimes that is blunder

Be it wonders or numbers man-made, 

One awakes and walk on forever

But what's the difference Master! 

It gives a headache all trust never gone 

For you are mortal too master, 

See the thunder light it may wakes us up someday 

But the tiredness sound comes later master. 

For they are awake and yesterday's gone.

Smile Beauty Life

Oh! Life what makes you think i am not smiling? 
i do smile million times till now 
forget the palm streets and their creative ideas 
i am smiling like the giant elephant waving his tummy 
high on new discoveries i led my army dreamers 
to the undisclosed chapters to the highest paid lousy owners 
waving hands from beds, a Beedi in his pukest still 
Smile beauty life! you are precious at my command. 
i am the king of this century. 
i dwell with golden charms and comic blues 
what a delight! it is a vivid ray yield across the numbers.. 
across the heads that i count under the sun i bathed... 
i really want to feel the beauty if there is any 
beauty is for them who don't see money 
money only ignites your brain that jealous others happiness. 
my man told me,'' stop kissing their arse and start kissing the beauties of this century''. 
only talk is of money, pleasure, woman's cry, far away 
next sign is to accept! 
Smile beauty life! 
smile like you have it all in you, 
smile your everything. 
Smile.