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STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART!!

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Straight from the heart!! I couldn’t think of any other title…except this one, coz it’s really written straight from my heart…straight from my soul!!!!... You won’t ever be a part of my life, Coz you are my soul, You are my whole. You are my love, You are my life, I’ll be there for you physically, Till death takes us apart, But even beyond, My presence shall be felt, Till every cube of ice shall melt, Till every grain of sand disappears, Till every drop in the mighty oceans, Shall cease to exist I’ll be there for you, Forever, I’ll be there till infinity, I’ll be there till eternity. You are the sole reason, For my existence You are my morning sun, You are my twinkling stars, You are my day, You are my night, You are my way, You are my light. You are my dreams, You are my reality, You are my angel, You are my God. You won’t ever be a part of my life, Coz you are my soul, You are my whole. You are my love, You are my life…. You are the sole reason, For my existence You are my journey,

BRUISED AND TATTERED!!

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Bruised and tattered!! I have struggled enough, I have had enough, My plans keep getting foiled, All the hours I toiled, They go in vain, Down the drain, Yet again I am left begging, I am left wanting, Now completely bruised and tattered, My life’s in shambles, Help me now, Help me recover, From this shock, From this pain, Support me now, Support me please. Be patient, just wait, You’ll get your due soon, This is what my folks say, This is what my friends say But as usual, Fate plays spoilsport, As another vital task, Slips out of my hand I am left begging, I am left wanting, Now completely bruised and tattered, My life’s in shambles, Help me now, Help me recover, From this shock, From this pain, Support me now, Support me please. I keep asking, Why me and only me, Every single time, But I get no answer, I get no reply. Doesn’t anyone care, About the number of hours I fry, In the scorching afternoon sun? Doesn’t anyone care about the hours I work, Late at nights, even early mornings? I

THE MAN WE CALL FATHER!!

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The man we call father!! Dedicated to Dad!! A child is emotionally attached to his mother, But about the man we call our father, We never even bother. A father always gets sidelined, As we never try to find, What is going on in his mind. For us, he is just another man, Who shells out big bucks when we need, Who pays for our education, our parties, But beyond that, do we even care, Do we even bother? About the man we call our father…. He comes home late evening, Or at times, even at night, But instead of asking how is he doing, We burden him with petty sibling fights, Do we ever ask him how his day was? No, we don’t even care, We don’t even bother, About the man we call our father. We often criticize his ill habits, But do we ever appreciate, The way he handles problems, The way he manages everything We just don’t care, We just don’t bother, About the man we call our father. But today we take this opportunity, To thank God, for having gifted us, Such a wonderful, at times a bit stern, Y

PROMISE!!

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Promise!! The poem describes all the principles that a mother wants her child to follow and the promises that she wants her child to keep Right from childhood, You are given, Just one advice Come what may, Never break any damn promise. But you keep repeating the same mistakes, Time and again, As your mother’s words go in vain, Yet again Promise you will never follow the path of violence, And will you always maintain dignity and silence Whenever others entice you to fight, Promise me you will never showcase your might. Promise you will always complete your tasks on time, Coz a stitch in time saves nine Promise you will always be regular and methodical, And never will you do anything shameful and disgraceful Promise that you will always be ready, To help the poor and the needy, And never will you be selfish or greedy. Promise you will treat everyone as equal, And never will you hurt a human or animal Promise me you will never accept things from a stranger, And promise me you’ll stick on

TIED DOWN AT HOME!!

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Tied down at home!! This poem describes the life of a person who is fed up of being tied down at home, due to various reasons such as his health, sometimes the natural calamities and sometimes due to even the terror attacks and man-made calamities….. Tied down at home, Due to severe cough, Here I am, Cursing the cold weather so rough, Here I am, Wishing my body was a bit tough. My life is at a mode, so decisive, There must be some good things I ought to receive. But why does joy always elude me, I ask you, God, reply me please. Tied down at home, Due to non-availability of trains, Here I am, Cursing the weather, cursing the rains, Tied down at home, Here I am, Feeling the mental pain, Hoping my fate would change, But in vain, yet again My life is at a mode, so decisive, There must be some good things I ought to receive. But why does joy always elude me, I ask you, God, reply me please. Tied down at home, Due to fright, due to fear, Fear of being killed, Fear of being slaughtered, Fear

PSYCHOPATH!!

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Psychopath!! This poem is inspired from some of the novels (about psychopath killers) that i have read over the past few years....hope this poem does justice to their mindset!! Right from high school, Even in college, All I ever received was, Refusal and contempt. I still remember their devilish laughs, Comments that hurt me even now. That’s when I decided, I’ll break free from this cage, I’ll surely avenge, My dejection, my humiliation. But now my traumatic past, It doesn’t even matter. Coz I am damn sure, My future will be much better, Coz my tormentors shall die, Each one will be slaughtered, Cut into tiny pieces, That shall lay scattered, Till time eternal. I have turned myself, Into a psychopath, I am really proud of it, Happy that I have evolved. There’s nothing now that can curb my wrath, There’s nothing that can stop me, the psychopath. What was my mistake, do tell me, Why was I always treated, Like a lowly branch, Of an ever expanding tree. Why was I never loved, Why was I nev