"Rebirthing"
(The first four verses are based on a small story I read in my childhood. The additional content is developed on top of that)

Sometimes I feel like a king of a small town
Who wants to evade the world to lax
Sometimes I wistfully think about a wandering and gay dog
who said you have to have a bowl

Sometimes I feel I don't give a fuck to this world
Even I don't look in the mirror
Still, I don't know why do i keep running in the dark
while adrenaline saunters in my veins

The eyelashes have extended to the extreme
Ask some butcher to moult me, anoint me
Give me a couple of tranquilizer shots
And throw me naked from the space
If you could, please reduce the gravity
I'd like to enjoy the voidness gradually

"It's Me"

I am the slave of my own creation
I am the killer of the origin
My parents fucked
to have an imbecilic like them

She is unfeigned, red and white
The city is bleeding - Am I right, satisfied?
jubilation and cremation
my resistance and my unsolicited presence

What I've done and what it has become
Something only I fathomed while I snubbed

"It's 9:30 and 11:00"


It's 9:30 and 11:00 on my watch
and I'm thinking of you
I am tired of being away from you
but still I could sense the mist of your kiss
I left my nest at the very first light of dawn
double sunset duped me, caused me to roost
Now It's 9:30 and 12:00 on my watch
and I'm thinking of you

"Time Machine"

The very first glance of mine made me nauseate
squinted at the clamping of the umbilical noose
my delivery - an abortive tussle to stay in the oasis
nobody cared, sobbing perceived otherwise

During the final hours I sat beside the creator
to acknowledge the last breath passing through the bod
at the bank of Ganges, the funeral was smelling like a barbecue
and I witnessed the spirit moving through the hazy smoke.

Mom, I adore you more than anything else and in parallel, I am scared of you like a kid. It's only your love that I accept with open arms, otherwise It simply makes me sick and uncomfortable. Right from the prenatal stage to the next couple of months, almost all of your do's and don't's regarded me. How could I forget that when I shout at you for a little extra tinge of salt. So mean of me. A couple of times, I tried to figure it out, how much I owe you? But easily, I could not. It would be a drop in the ocean to reciprocate your love, affection and myriads of sacrifices.

Halo of Smoke
(dedicated to Kurt Cobain)

Who am I? I don't know,
what should I do? I don't know.

You don't work, you always come late,
boss keeps on singing the same old song.
You rarely meet, you love to make love,
but you don't love me, my Jo complains.

Who am I? I don't know,
what should I do? I don't know.

Rave and halo of smoke,
is what I like the most.
Lecture of mother on almost every morning,
for not being present on dinner at home.

Who am I? I don't know,
what should I do? I don't know.

A-Z
(The following lines are dedicated to all Americans and like minded people).

girl is the narrator:

For a long time I've been waiting,

moments spent with you are ruminating.

For a long time I've been doing fantacization,

come ASAP, I wanna get rid of self stimulation.

At foreplay, you booze 2-3 bottles of pint,

you always forget to bring wallet but the mint.

The way you undress me is just amazing,

and then, Oh! splashing chocolate on my almond body n licking.

You are the one who takes very less time to restart,

from head to toe, exploring all A-Z spots is your art.

Let's spend some bed time in our leisure,

I really enjoy the pain accompanied with pleasure.

Your very thought makes me wet,

when would your strokes cause me to sweat?

My love is true but not platonic,

and feelings are real not histrionic.

At last I would say:

There are many guys in the lane,

but it's only you giving me the emotional pain.

I love you and love to being loved by you.