24th August '06
A wish to commit murder
A wish to be an outlaw
A wish of guns and bullets
.....a terrorist dream...
To hear the silent screams
And drench in salty rain
My motto is to kill
...families, dreams, desires and me...
My mission is supreme
My mission I donot know
Freedom, I think it is
.....and mass murder is the thing to do....
Homicide homicide homicide..
Bombs and blasts and terror..
A li'l child's orphaned
A mother's barrened
A guy just lost his legs
.................it's moving, it just moved...........
A house is burned
Some dreams are buried forever
....................but it's breathing.....
....................see, I'm a terrorist.......
...................My dreams came true.......
Rock-a-bye-baby on the tree top.....
18th August '06
Kept dreaming through the stars
into the eyes of unknown galaxies,
A dirty mesh of guarded thoughts..
a stingy liver in a pool..
a pen and a pencil, big..
and a ringless cordless phone...
A notebook and a gawky silence..
silence broken by unheard writing..
A writing skewed and scrawling..
a writing gone crazy.
A being unanswered relents in the background.
No questions it had posed,
but answers it awaited,
and then lost among the rain clouds
its existence lay misted......
Drip and Drop...
and lots of rumbles-crumbles...
Rock-a-bye-baby on the tree top.....................
Kept dreaming through the stars
into the eyes of unknown galaxies,
A dirty mesh of guarded thoughts..
a stingy liver in a pool..
a pen and a pencil, big..
and a ringless cordless phone...
A notebook and a gawky silence..
silence broken by unheard writing..
A writing skewed and scrawling..
a writing gone crazy.
A being unanswered relents in the background.
No questions it had posed,
but answers it awaited,
and then lost among the rain clouds
its existence lay misted......
Drip and Drop...
and lots of rumbles-crumbles...
Rock-a-bye-baby on the tree top.....................
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