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By Rakesh K., December 25, 2011 8:31 pm

One last look at the face that loved him,

One last smile of her lips to see,

One last chance to be lost in those eyes,

Of all the beautiful things that be.

One last walk in the lane where she lived,

One last glance of hers to steal,

One last dance of his heart in joy,

Which now he may never come to feel.

One last time when she runs to him,

One last time he holds her tight,

One last kiss on the moist lips,

Time for those memories to fade into night.

The precious nothings he shared with her,

Filled up his heart that now lay bled.

The thoughts were blurred and the lights faded out,

He couldn’t see the tears that she now shed.

A thousand words unspoken but the time of depart is nigh.
To tell them it will take ages but the moments decide to fly.

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By Rakesh K., May 2, 2011 3:39 pm

This is a work of stupidity and lack of sleep coupled with the sadness of Delhi Daredevils not performing well in IPL4. If you came here to find something good, I am sorry to have disappointed you.

Gaay hamaari maata hai,
Tumko kuch nahi aata hai
Amreeka sabka baap hai
Twin Tower phodna paap hai

Geroge Bush ki phati hui thi
CIA ki hati hui thi
Al-qaida saare has rahe thhe
Aisi ghatna ghati hui thi

US Army ne attack kiya
Taliban ne retaliate kiya
Osama ne baandha bistar-bora
Kabul se pahuncha Tora-Bora

Hoshwalon ko khabar kya
Bekhudi kya cheez hai
Bomb phodiye phir samajhiye
USA kitna badtameez hai

Par Osama haar kabhi na maana
Bhaaga chhod ke Afghanistan
Jhat se Musharraff TV pe bola
“Osama is not in Pakistan”

Twinkle Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Why the fuck you had to lie??

Jungle me chipa nahi tha vo
Gufa me ghusa nahi tha vo
Islamabad se thodi dur
Sheher me aake chip gaya vo

Abbottabad ke mansion me
Bina kisi bhi tension me
Rehta tha vo aatankvaadi
Jo tha khoon bahane ko aadi

Usey laga Pakistan mein,
Sanctuary ki dukaan mein,
Vo kabhi nahi mil payega
Sabko maamu banayega

But rose is laal, jaundice is pila
CIA ne dhoondh nikala

Obama ne Navy Seals ko kaha
“Take him down, you are good to go”
Fir kya hona thaa,
The shorty got low, low, low, low, low, low…

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By Rakesh K., February 27, 2011 6:34 am

Wrote this many months back. Found it in my harddisk today.

Hug me, when you are happy.
Hug me, when you are sad.
Hug me, when you wanna smile.
Hug me, if your day was bad.

Hug me, when you feel lonely.
Hug me, when you’re over the moon.
Hug me, when you wanna shout.
Hug me, whether its eve or noon.

Hug me, when you are joyous.
Hug me, when you feel shitty.
Hug me, when you wanna LOL.
Hug me, when issues fifty.

Hug me, when you are pissed off.
Hug me, when problems galore.
Hug me, when you wanna cry.
Hug me, if you want hugs more.

Hug me, when you need some love.
Hug me, when you go insane.
Hug me, when you are hurt.
Hug me, to ease your pain.

Hug me, is all I can say.
I’ll be there as long as I live.
When you need me, my hugs are there.
Cos a HUG is the best that I can give.

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By Rakesh K., February 11, 2011 10:45 am

Its tough being a farzi engineer, when you have to score marks even when you hate the subject like anything.

These lines are an ode to the shittiest days of my life: The 30 days PL (Preparatory Leave) before exam. I am writing a poetry after more than 2 years so it may not be all that good. Here it is:

Pehle….

Mahina mere paas tha,
ye tees din hi kaafi the.
Socha bahot ukhadunga,
khuda jo mere saath hi the.
Is baar to 1st class lana hai,
kuch kar ke to dikhaoonga.
Jo lava bujh gaya sa hai,
usme phir se aag lagaoonga.

Is liye….

Pehla din guzaara maine schedule ko banane me.
5 subjects ko daal diya 6-6 dino ke tehkhaane me.
Socha isko follow karunga, waste na hoga ek bhi din.
Par dusre din se doob gaya main aalas ke mehkhaane me.

Jab aalas se baahar nikla,
to saala do hafta chala gaya.
Phir se ek din poora baitha,
aur schedule ko revise kiya.

Par….

Jab syllabus ko theek se dekha,
to meri gaand saali phat gayi.
Notes bhi nahi thhe yaar,
meri to solid waat lag gayi.

Zerox ke chakkar me, college ke chakkar kate.
Kitabon ke chakkar me, library ke chakkar kaate.
Samose ke chakkar me, canteen ke chakkar kaate.
Doubts ke chakkar me, professors ke chakkar kaate.

Notes to adhoore reh gaye,
kitaben bhi mili nahi.
Samose kha kar ghar aa jata,
par kabhi doubts clear hue nahi.

Aur phir…

Aadha course hi complete kiya ke,
itne me exam ka din bhi aa gaya.
1st class ke sapne choor hue,
main phir se chutiya ban gaya.

In aankhon me tha zalzala,
dimaag ki nass thi phat rahi.
Saason me ajab si ghutan thi,
upar se kismat kutti has rahi.

Saala jo kuch bhi chhod kar aaya tha,
wahi exam me puch diya.
Aur bas yahi sochta reh gaya,
maine is ek mahine me kya kiya?