I write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

A girl asked her mom, “Are women treated right?” Mother replied, “Yes dear! There are tons of ‘Women Rights’” Soon she moved to the city for her further studies, And everything seemed all right. Mom told her, “We are always there for you, just a call away.” Dad told her, “I know you will make us proud.” She was doing so well, everyone was glad, Soon she moved with her friends in a beautiful flat. One day she was a little late to return home, Pitch dark, all silent, she heard some people moan, She knew something bad was going to happen so she tried to flee, Well before that someone jumped on her and said, “I got thee.” Oh, what they did to that poor girl I cannot express, Their stories to their friends they confessed, They even made up a video and posted it online, The girl was gone for a few weeks without a sign, Parents and friends worried sick, tried every means, The police, the public, everyone they tried to reach, A few weeks later her body ...

So near, but yet so far, I hope you are happy wherever you are, That straight hair, and those curly lashes, Whoever sees them, their heart crashes, Talking about something pretty, your smiling face comes to my mind, I just want to say, “Hey there! You are one of a kind.” Your soul is pure and you have a beautiful mind, Even in a crowd, everyone you outshine. There is something about the way you talk, Oh God! How amazing is your voice? Try to ignore... Pfft, that isn’t even a choice, I will never come close and reveal my heart, I am going to hold it in like in a lift you hold a fart, I am simple and hideous, You are dashing and pleasant, You have those sparkling eyes, Just to admire them from far I will try. Well, opposites attract, people say, Seeing you makes me glad that I am not gay. Someday, I hope you will notice me, That day, I might open my heart to thee.

You’re good, I’m bad. You’re happy, I am sad. You’re famous, I’m unknown. You can judge me, I can’t. Your friends are the best, Mine, well not so much. Your family taught you correct etiquettes, Mine didn’t. I’m Black, You’re white. You’re superior, I’m inferior. These are a few things we assume about someone we dislike, No second thoughts about anything and we are like take a hike mike. Be careful about the things you say, Might make you look tough but might hurt others feelings, Be considerate, be gentle, Spread love, not hate, Treat everyone equal, treat everyone right, Else without friends, end up, you might.

The ignoring game is going too strong, No one knows what’s wrong, This is a disaster, it is taking too long. Could this be my swansong? If that is the case let me answer some FAQs, Let’s not go through all but few, “How do you write poems?” Well, I just use words to form a sentence, With a little or no intention of any kind of vengeance, Then I carefully choose the last word of my line, No special reason, but just to make it rhyme. “Why do you write poems?” Well, it is an easier way to express, To flood out all of your distress, Some of the poems might be so vague, But trust me, none are fake. “What do you write about in poems?” Well, I try to write about life, In my case, which is at the tip of a knife, Come on guys try writing, it’s fun, Do send me a copy when you are done.

Long time since I have told you all a story, This is the story of a teenage boy, Whose life was a bundle of joy, On 31st June, His happiness had crossed over the moon. Oops, my mistake, I think it was May the 31st, Now his life just a bust, Only a hand full of people now he actually trusts, Get back on his feet, that he must, Many things that happen in life aren't just. Tries to cover up all the emotions with a smile on his face, He has been lost for long without any trace, Oh, Lord! Please enlighten him with your grace, Make him realize he is better off not wanting to tie others shoelaces. Oh, Lord! Help him, help him open his eyes, Help him realize, help him realize, The world is so much better because of him, Don't ever let his face look grim, Oh, Lord! Please help him out, One day he will make everyone proud. Soon he will realize this and will be in need of suggestions, Guys let's make sure that he gets over his obsessions.

Oh, what a view from the cliff I am standing on, One jump and my existence will be forever gone, Down the cliff, I hear people shouting, “Get down you fool.” And one of them is saying, “If I get this on the camera it would be so cool.” I shout back, “To live everyone needs love and hope, and I got none.” “A super jump from here sounds like fun.” A cold breeze blew, messing up my hair, I again shouted back, “I really need to ask God, was my life fair?” “Oh dear boy please don’t make that jump.”, said an old man. I replied, “Today or tomorrow, death is certain.” “Why not end it today and ease away the burden?” “No one that loves no one that cares, to make this jump why shouldn’t I dare?” After hearing this no one spoke a word, After a while, I heard someone shouting,” Get it over with you coward.”   Upon hearing this, I took a few steps forward towards the edge of the cliff, Ready to give an acrobatic flip, I closed my eyes, all my life flashed upon ...