Popularity Syndrome

Anywhere, everywhere
Anywhere I stroll
They stare me
They buzz me
They love me a lot.
To this date
They dress like me
Walk and talk like me
Even duplicate my hairstyle.

As I am twined
Every single day
Not anymore my identity
Is personal and unique.
As a consequence
I am not able to
Handle this furthermore.
I advised them to
Quit following me
But they still continue
To admire my personality,

Even more than before.
Now, I don’t know
What to do
What steps I should take
In this clogged state
However, fascinatingly
I myself began to
Love this serious fame.

Eventually I am a
Addict of my own
And it is the one
That’s killing me
Softly from inside
There’s no antidote
For this incurable disease.

And I know
That day after tomorrow
I’ll die alone
Suffocating from the smoke
Out of pure companionship blown
Wishing a goodbye to
Uncontaminated approbation
With a sadistic tone!

I am the only KING

On the onset
Speak yourself
Recall your goal
Memorize yourself
Clear your vision
Aim yourself
Move along the virtuous
Guide yourself
Practice enough
Bleed yourself
Waste your sweat
Tighten yourself
Fly with Peregrine
Speed yourself

Enhance your skills
Defend yourself
Strengthen your muscle
Build yourself
Take your time
Act yourself
In thy peace of mind
Beat yourself
Wondering how!
Think yourself
See the mirror
Know yourself
Want to replace a ruler?
Claim yourself

Now, I will speak forth
Shut yourself
I am to reveal something
Listen yourself:
“You are a waste
Throw yourself
You can do nothing
Cry yourself
You will remain nil
Convince yourself
Victory is mine
Kill yourself
Since in the end
All bends to me
All hails to me
I am the KING myself!”

Experiment #1(O)3: The Emotional Torture

They tore me
They burned my innocence
They grew my arrogance
They catalyzed my envy
They hurt my pride
They lit my expectations
They spit on our relationships

They tried to control me
They laughed my kindness away
They cooked my identity
They ignored my face
Even though, at the end,
They branded me bad

They are not strangers
They are the ones I trusted the most
They are the closest ones
But, when they tortured me further
My patience bled
I ordered my conscience to
Balance my disturbed stoop

I promised to wash the impure blood
And take positive air inside
Conceal the idea of taking revenge
The hands of alliance came forth
To make a new beginning
And that was the way it was
And this was the way I was.

I did it

In the middle of the class

I was writing a poem

Pen down done

I was wasting a paper.

Looking at my watch

I was counting the sand

Pushing my mind

I was thinking hard.

Ignoring the lecture

I was busy texting friends

If the prof sees me

I would get ruthless dents.

Foreseeing my incoming bad

I hid the cell back

Paying much more attention

I tore the paper apart.

Breaking Into The Real World

Take a day off
Go to the Termagio Sea
Waves are high and silent
Aquatics breathe in the nature.

Take a day off
Visit the Avocet forest
Birds chirrup in tune
Trees shade the extincts.

Take a day off
Move to the Tuxedo’s highest peak
Witness marvelous scenes and fresh air
Experience the untold adventure.

Take a day off
Quit the virtual world
Step into nature’s wardrobe
Hear the silence and feel the relief.

I Couldn't Take It Anymore

This one was on my mind for those two months just before I was to take +2 Boards: to write all the pain, tension and frustrations, we as students undergo during those vital times. So, I wrote it while laying on the side upper berth no. 53, on my way back to Patna from Calcutta after taking WBJEE.
Here it is:

Life In a Test Tube

Late time shifts

And bulging eyes

We try hard

For the prepaid fights

Triple E, IIT gonna

Blow these minds

Help o Help!

Anybody help o help!

Negative thoughts flow

During bitter askings

Fear and pressure intensifying

With daily scoldings

They foresee failure

While memory goes fainting

Heart shouts hold it

When brain starts bursting

Help o help!

Anybody help o help!!

Do help these kids

In removing their pain

Otherwise push their lives

Forever in vain

Try to be affable

But refrain from arguments

Kill the voice of disapproval

And appraise their talents

Help o help!

Anybody help o help!!!

Being Optimistic

It might be a good thing
If you,
Shield yourself before the firm winds attack
Discourage the sunrise that darkens up the world
Imagine real vision within the bleakish fog
Uncover the beauty hidden inside ugliness
Cover your ears whenever true lies
And trash transitions
Promising to remain unchanged
And ultimately borrow time that waits

It might be a good thing
If you,
Understand the vastness of
Narrow streets across one’s heart
Invite the pain that never hurts
Try unbinding adversarial bonds with friends
And if so desperate and determined
Then bag grief full of delights

It might be a good thing
If you,
Keep faith in every doubtful decision
Destroy the creators of inhumanity
Aim to improvise from the lowest apex
To avoid repeating sinless crimes
And end up the endless end.

On Wait

A fresh dawn is waiting

Waiting for me, for you, for everyone

Not to hope a glad new year

But let you face terror yet again

And waiting for terrorists

To see soft impotent India

Crying for help

Waiting for

The plantation of bombs

In bikes, buses, roads, stations

Waiting for a new born Kasab

To smash the camel’s back

And enjoy the scenery out of it

Then how the New Year be joyful?

Still waiting

To witness the immobility

Of inappropriate half-equipped personnels

Waiting to watch

How politics and bureaucrats

Fail in these delicate times

Waiting for a second time

For the human race to observe

How people panic

How India is mired in poverty

And waiting for India to learn nothing

And remain defenseless as ever

Waiting for the planet

To dub India a rotten state

For corruption sprints

Through its veins & capillaries

Then how the New Year be blissful?

Waiting for leaders

To talk away stuttering & mumbling

For nightly news to replay

Waiting for Thackeray

To play a new game with his own brothers’ blood

Waiting for a duplicate Zardari

To ascend the stage

With a house-full drama

Waiting for the foreign minister

To solicit his P.A to get ready

Few false convincing statements

To silence new-aged mob’s fury.

Then how the New Year be at ease?

Waiting for a man

Like Shivraj utter just three words

“Sorry, I resign”

Waiting for R.R.Patil confessing

Stating that these pin-prick incidents

Crop up often

Waiting for the politicians

Announce latest forms of policies

To feed their hunger of votes

And waiting for the reporters

To assist, aid the victims

While doing live telecasting

Then how the New Year be cheerful?

At last the New Year is

Waiting for us to pledge for

Fighting against those who kill the innocent

Supporting measures that ensure our safety

Waiting to

Expose corruption and incompetence

That endangers our security

And eliminate the forces which worship hate

Waiting for the world

For being united in our resolve

Till the victory is ours

The victory of humanity

Then only

We can have a Happy New Year.