Weed Story

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It has been really long that i wrote anything after "Doped"...in a high hallucinating state....so here it comes....another rare yet amusingly weird but interestingly sensible poem.

It was too bright...
So i paint it black...
Now its too dark...
and i want it back....

Jumbled wackos..
Hide and Seek...
Dreams are dry now...
lean and weak...

Crumbled Wishes..
Zig and Zag...
Dont touch..neither...
Weeds and fag...

Stain of droplets...
famished Souls...
My poems are worthless...
With a big black hole !!!!

War and Death

Pic. Courtesy: Internet

..Slowly he moved....
his trembling bloody hands...clutching the gun hard...
like the last piece of straw...in the flood...


More blood drizzled...
Hope...the only hope....
fight back...fight back...
and more blood....


Everyone is dead...and the valley is silent....
dead quiet..


A few voices now....
"Foes..."... hatred in their voice...
cold and evil....


He felt the bile in his mouth....
he held his gun hard...
and charged....


More blood...
hazy...he saw faces...filled with hate...
he saw nozzles...tunnels that lead to nowhere...


Charge!!! Charge!!!!!


Then he saw her....
Like a divine angel she walked passed everyone...
and stood by him...


Her fragrance filled his head..
He could feel her soft hair flowing beside him......
The perfect beauty....the maddening touch...




Each bullet drew a hole in him...
until nothing was left...
But a perforated lump of flesh and blood...



more blood.

Cheers my mates.....

Photograph taken by the Author of this Blog.

We have grown up...grown up a bit too fast..
There is nothing...that might forever last...
what started 4 years ago...is about to end..
No more love and hate..midnight calls to friends.

No more 8'o Clock rush to take the bus....
"Missed bus...missed the college"...no more fuss..
No more mass bunk plans at dept. lab...
No more Stupid Block Hours...."What a drab!"

No more crazy queues for early breakfast..
no more hanging around..but enter class atlast..
No more eating in class...biscuits and food...
No more shaking head..and then.."Balls I understood!?!?!"...

No more throwing the duster at undiscoverable place
No more devil mischiefs with childish innocent face...
No more longest route to reach the class...
A lot of sand had flown...in life's hourglass..

No more counting seconds to break for lunch...
No more hiding faces while we munch...
No more "yee to the power minus yem pie eezed"...
No more piling trash into our already trashed head...

No more mindless records and shitty observations....
No more haunting analog or mobile communications...
"If this CRO doesnt work...i'm going to leave this college.."..
No more late submission...living 'lab' on the edge.

No more..."lab coat phir se chori ho gaya hai sala"...
No more.."Output nahi aya toh naam badal dala"...
No more rushing to bus and keeping seats for friends...
No more..."yaar....kya boring weekends"....

.....

Its the journey that counts...
'Hasta La Vista' my friends.....
I'll leave this poem unfinished...
So that it never ends...

Gas.