Fighting the "Black"

Hey! Hello! Fan’O Music,
Get up !!!
Be Energetic!
Come on now,
Got to leave this somehow,
Pour your heart now,
Coz later …….would have no time..
To recall it all anyhow.

I wanted one,
With whom could have fun,
Would loved to have it done,
And avoided feeling a moron.

They tried to make a show,
Of the attitude they grow,
But all you blockhead fellow,
Yet do not you know,
There’s still a lot I got to show,
And more than that for sure can I grow,
…..As I have got a backbone stronger than yours…

They’re all grown a dolt,
In the heads, got screws and bolt,
They fail to see the brighter, bigger side,
That every coin has another side,
One, that in me, is bonafide,
Many as such has still to come….
With the passing tide.

“My” is the content of their soul,
Outward they let its opposite show,
All preserve their personal ego,
And constantly lurk for the time to show,
Forget do they in their flow,
They’re, with this, almost nowhere to go.

Those freaks say “it harms”,
Even when its mine, they raise an alarm,
In oil and spice do they find the charm,
God!!! They live like “in a farm”.

They think they got it,
And the rest are none to mind,
They feel am the one to linger,
About them all my life,
But couldn’t they be more mistaken,
For themselves possess nothing inside.

When in my heart they got no seat,
They laughed me out,
For I was not them,
But here….when is a feast,
They’re trying to push me out,
For they feel in me there is no gem.

Somethings never change,
Somethings I never forget,
Somethings they won’t change,
And somethings I won’t let change.
Hmmmm……so nothing’s gonna change?????
……………………………………..
But! I’ll change this “No-Change”.

You got to do it all now,
For you have to get ém all – “wow”,
All you thought of then,
Just now here you pen,
T’will help you remember,
The opportunities now to plunder.

What they believe,
Of me, won’t they ever see,
But would receive,
What I wanted them to see.

I do it now for my own,
All and on my own,
With support of my own,
To fulfill the dream,
One which, to my heart, myself have shown.

Your goals are a demanding affair,
Hmmm….
Sooo….Let all be passé…and prepare.

I am Me

I wish to love myself,
I want to be myself,
So timing the time the first time,
And dream to hit the bull’s eye,
Before… off the hands it passes by.

Humanity scores it right,
Society condemns it wrong,
So I felt to decide,
Before its too long,
What me, myself & I want.

Trying to push past the pain,
Sticking to it would lead me insane,
Can’t afford more efforts in vain.
Gotta focus on the goal……one that’s main,
I do now realize…. your “promising” brain,
Which, no way…can else drain.

All you need is time,
Till you’re ripe with skill,
That’s enough to make for yourself a time,
When “no disturbing” would be the bill,
In dozens yours would be such as Bondel,
And trust me!....millions, for you, would kill.

The passion to prove myself,
To prove the righteousness,
Many of which with I have grown,
Is all being proven,
When of the Self, have I taken hold.

It’s been enough of it,
Enough of waiting-for-it,
It’s time now to move,
For delay….there is no room,
Coz this is the time …….ONCE in a blue moon.

I got a little swayed,
I do that agree,
But not was that for nothing good,
Instead taught me – “When, how, and why be free?”,
By god, and thus keeps going my spree.

I tell the self from earned experience,
When you have the confidence,
And desire to make feel your presence,
Keep pressing for prominence,
Ever spreading your fragrance,
And that my dear….. needs perseverance; with patience.

Work your mind out,
And bring your heart out,
Sow the seeds you want to sprout,
Something world would miss and can’t do without.

I feel my tree grow,
Though slow may be the rate,
But, for now, matters is the flow,
That’s nowhere now astray to go,
Since in my hands I’ve got the fate.

Ink and sheet be my friend,
With that my life…”am” gonna mend,
The rules are now sure to bend,
Coz the darkness is….undeniably…not far to end.

There might be millions like me,
And I know there are many like me,
Even better than me,
Still above all…….matters to me,
Is that ...…“I am Me”.

Its all in the BLOOD

I think I had it in me,

I believe I’ll have it in me,

The thing that now lacks in me,

The ability to fly free.




T’was the time I didn’t know,

May be coz they didn’t wanted it to show,

But, actually, themselves don’t they know,

The art of – “TO LET GO”.




They count the meanest li’l one,

And feel that’s done,

It’s all the way they want it,

Afterall, it’s the way they learnt it.




Experience comes with age, ( mind you – it isn’t always)

And right is the sage,

Correct is their thought,

And tis’ here they fall short,

Of rational to their thought.




Around me too, they tried a knot,

But I fought and didn’t get caught,

I don’t like them,

In my life, I don’t entertain them.



I don’t say they don’t have to,

But why do I have to be bound to?




Change do they deny,

Its consequences they haven’t seen.

And when beggars die,

No comets are seen.




Dignity is they count,

And forbidden is the lounge,

Always do they frown,

Vent out like clown,

And that…….lets me down.




I do now know,

What they want of me.

Yet I don’t know,

If they’ll let me be,

What I always had in me.




Repugnant as they have grown,

And in the minds they’ve sown,

What they have’nt known,

Is to extinction are they prone.




If they ever read this, ( I wish they do)

They would be – “He wrote this!?!?!?!?!”,

But for them tis an absolute fit,

For they refuse their guilt.




My life’s now shaping,

Towards the goals its heading,

Which is now ticking,

And they’re none to intrude in!!!



I don’t care what they think,

And no way will I spare them a blink.




I possess the “weapon of choice”,

And I’ll raise my “VOICE…..”.

BETTER OPTIMIZE

We’ve been blank from there,

We’ll be blank when there,

But till we stay here,

Should seek life everywhere.




We know none,

When we came down here,

And when it’s all done,

We’ll be off straight there.




We, here, met them all,

And then we loved them all,

They stood by me,

And so did I,

But all is this,

Until we take our final fly.




Things were structured,

Then discovered,

Which, then, our knowledge covered.

But all to which we dealt,

Will finally melt.




We do it now,

For the future that’s to come.

But we don’t realize now,

That there’s a limited time to come.




I don’t suggest to wait for death,

I just wish we could change our head.




Live life,

Not in numbers.

But enjoy life,

Doing wonders.




So live a quality life,

As fast as you can.

And try to make it “BIG”,

Of the time you have in hand.




View life like u ain’t got more

Always keep….pressing for more….

WHY I WRITE????????

I try to describe my self,

To ascertain who I actually am.

To uplift the self,

I finally have to give a damn.

I always wished to pen,

Just didn’t know as to when,

And how to ascertain,

A shot that’s nowhere to end.

Wow! I am this,

Oh! Why don’t I know that!

Yipee! I have it,

Grrrr! Why can’t I try that.

I wanted to be free,

I wished I had a special she.

But all would be in a spree,

Once you get a money-tree.

But ain’t I got one in the yard,

So better I, now again, work hard,

Since that’s how I can make it that far,

To transform my life into a beautiful card.

Then I planned a lot,

But t’was the following that I did not.

Yet always I wanted to crack the pot,

On the first shot,

At the very spot.

What I forgot,

Was to plan a plot,

That targets a dot,

On the pot,

For the shot.

I dreamt of many a thing,

But ain’t I got nothing,

Wonder why???

Well that’s obvious unless you try.

Within I tried to inculcate,

The passion and spirit to fight.

But long did I wait,

The fire failed to ignite.

There were times when I cried,

Somehow wished someone by my side,

Off my heart, tears continued to slide,

But never I let them to my eye,

T’was then I realized,

For none wait the time and tide.

Life to some is a cage,

To some an empty page,

And to many, about wage,

But to me……it’s a big stage,

Where you got to perform,

With and all your form,

So as to leave a mark,

For the later age,

One that’s never to be erased.

In my note,

On every page,

I try to quote,

With all my rage,

In pursuit to control my age,

And free the self from all bondage.

So from everyone did I brush aside,

And finally chose to decide,

To get rid of my conflicting side,

Of my heart, I made a divide,

And individualized every side,

Then, finally, I chose to fly,

With a side,

That would get me high.

As such, I resolved,

Before life’s dissolved,

To use my reynold,

And get the self evolved.

Now a balloon I inflate,

With the smoke from fire that isn’t so bright,

But believe that’s enough for my initial flight,

Coz am …….determined to FIGHTTTT.