Trying To Save A Life

Look, what you’ve done to yourself.

Look, what you’ve done to the life of her.

Look, what a world you’ve build to live;

You’re just another slave to your master.

It runs in your blood now.

You’re awake, as it sleeps in your head.

In hallucinates you of a chaotic peace,

Weakening all your relationships thread.

What made you so weak that you took it in.

Called it your life-saver, called it a medicine.

You always knew that it was all wrong

Just give it up, will you? And come along

She still cries blaming herself,

‘cause she loves you like no one else.

Just be high with her, in her love

Just be high, knowing you are alive.

Make your way out as you made one in.

Fight your battles knowing, "you will win".

Make it a phase or a feather in your hat.

Looking back you’ll say “Been there, done that.”

                                                                        -me to you and you to me.

Season of sadness, weather of madness

Season of sadness, weather of madness,

Rain of the pain builds in the madness.

Alone I cry, alone I suffer

Beneath your sky, I made myself tougher

Where were you when I needed you?

Why didn’t you help when I pleaded you?

I’ve lost the will to love; I’ve lost the will to live

I’ve lost the will to hate, I’ve lost the will to give.

This tunnel of dreams never seems to end

Will you be my angel who’s heaven sent?

Can you burn me some light, can you show me the way?

Can’t your hear me scream, can’t you see me sway?

The light of the future and the shadows of my past

And the love in your eyes; I know they won’t last.

Take me in your arms, don’t make a confession

Be mine for eternity, just be my sole obsession.

Mein Kampf

I don’t know where it’s going,

I don’t know how it’s going,

But it’s going down the drain.

I don’t know when will it end,

I don’t know how it will end,

But surely it’s ending somewhere.

I can never be sure of life,

Life has never being sure with me.

I know I’ll be dead someday

But, unaware when to be.

I'm just thirsty for some success,

Starving for some love or even hate.

But, failure is my best friend now.

It’s time to go or I’ll be late.

All I did was run from myself,

All I did was survive in shadows

Lying to myself when knowing the truth

All I can do is bid you adiós.

Forgive my sins oh my lord,

You’ve never been a good friend.

You’ve made me struggle all my life,

I hope I don’t struggle to find my end.

Whore Point of View

You can take me anywhere,

Call me whatever you want,

I am the slave for your night,

Treat me whichever you want.

You can call me a whore

May be, call me a slut.

I’ll take it all in my stride

Only until this night is shut.

We are unknown to each other,

You enter like a gust.

Showing no love in those eyes,

All I can stare at is a scary lust.

You show no pity, none of tenderness

You take on me like a beast, an animal.

Sometimes I think you’re inhuman,

May be; just another cannibal.

I’m no devil’s child; I only sell my body,

Not my dignity; and never my soul.

I don’t own myself anymore,

The world owns me as a whole.

Only death can free me now,

But still, I self-instill this fright.

When will I own myself?

When will be my last night?

-Your neighborhood whore.

An Offer No One Refused.

Life is what we got here
Don't be scared, you're safe dear.
Inane and insane we lie and die
Life is a cigarette, think before you buy.


Think twice before you light it,
'cause you could be too weak to fight it.
It'll take you through ups and downs,
Even if you swim, it can make you drown.


You're too inchoate to decide
But your options are not too wide.
Just give it a thought before you slide,
As life seems better on the other-side.


Once you're out, you'll have to live,
Absorbing the pain, comfort you'll give.
You'll realize one day that life isn't all worth
As the sun burns for the earth, you'll long for your birth.


You're too beautiful to be beautified,
You're too innocent to be stupefied.
All I can do for you now, is to pray
That you don't end up in my ash-tray.

-nickhil

(Open letter to an unborn child who wont have a silver spoon in his mouth whence born, probably he/she wont have any spoon, not even a plastic one)

The Defeated's Victory

He loves her too much, but cant say it.
He cares for her more than self, cant show it.
She doesn't know how it goes,
She controls his mind in his highs and lows.


He's fallen in love way too soon,
Hoping it's not a curse, but the boon.
His love is sacred, so is he.
But is it all worth it? I ask to me.


He's depressed on the realization,
That he doesn't shine in her constellation.
This is the bad part but he's just so dumb,
Don't be amazed as the worst still has to come.


He tries digesting the dejection and moving on,
But a part of him lives in the times gone
The love is lost but his life is vast,
But he doesn't realize, still living in the past.


He accepted his defeat but he couldn't carry,
So planned to cut it loose before she's married.
As everything reminded of her, every day and every night
He closed his eyes only to get her in sight.


He grabbed the knife and said her name,
Just slit his wrist, dreaming of ending the game.
He didn't buzz his brain but followed his heart,
Sadly, that's my story folks and that's the worst part.

-nickhil

HIS-Story

He is this man who’s grown grey hair.
He doesn’t look too dark, not too fair.
If you observe, he’s got wrinkles on his face,
Which show the pain and struggle he went through in his days.

Born in a poor family they survived hand to mouth.
I respect you, the honest man, to thee I lout.
He walked for miles to reach his village school,
He walked barefooted, but never did he lose his cool.

He says he doesn’t remember seeing the face of his mother.
Unfortunately she had left the world, leaving him to his father,
He longed for the mother’s love, that he surely deserved,
The god must’ve felt guilty, when this he discovered.

In his quest to quench his hunger he arrived at the city.
Slogged for days and nights, but what he earned was petty.
Patiently and calmly he managed to steady his ship.
Never gave up his struggle, clung to life like a clip.

How I wish I was half the man as him
Never would I lie, cheat or nim.
This was the story of a person I love like no other.
This was the story of my God, my Oldman, my FATHER.

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABA, the childhood begins)