JOBLESS!!!!!

(Dreams Getting Crushed)

We all came,

With some dreams,

Are you guys awake,

Or sleeping?????

Can’t you see your dreams vanishing?

Can’t you see your empty pockets?

At last it seems to me,

We all are like a loose socket.

Now I feel like looted,

As all I imagined can’t be true,

All 4 and 5 point something,

Have to rest on few.

It’s the time,

When there is no time,

We are in crisis ….God,

As one by one, days are dying.

Only few days are left,

And we are left with no options,

Options are same for all streams,

Looks like an adoption.

So can’t you guys realize,

That you are deviating from your Objectives,

Finance and HR, will now do Marketing????

So for last 2 years, why were we fuc*ing with those subjects??????

We grilled our a@@ 2 yrs so hard,

Only to later realize, that it is not ours cup of tea????

Is it the true justice friends????

To push us all for same field????

5 Lac are gone,

Loan is on head,

2 yrs are gone,

Forget principal, Interest need to be paid.

Guys don’t feel befooled,

Because we are already,

150 lives in 1 hand,

From murder, better go for mercy killing.

So even it’s not too late,

REGAIN AND REUNITE,

To face the indigestible truth,

In the fuc*ing name of recession, we are still dying.

This poem is just a thoughts which moves in the mind of every student when they faces the reality, that their all hopes are crushed when they are not able to get a job even after completing their courses. They all come up with some dreams, and when they do not happen to be true, they feel looted, frustrated and deceived, because of the false beliefs catered by the Colleges. These thoughts must be read by every student so they could know the real happenings which take place, instead of their fancy world.

FLASHBACK OF MEMORIES

My eyes are weak,

My hands are trembling,

I have got a big glasses,

Through which I saw many phases.

When i was young,

I fell in love,

We got married,

Soon our love gave birth to a baby.

Baby brought up so fast,

He became so young,

So early,

As it's a day back thing.

We were good friends,

We used to play together,

I still remember,

When he shyly told me about his 1st crush.

Soon his studies got over,

And meanwhile our friendship too,

And I was the lonely father,

Who only provided him a title.

He soon got a job,

With a handsome earning,

So he left our home,

As he wanted to lead an independent living.

And like me,

He found his soulmate,

I arranged his marriage,

Gifted him a new flat.

He was settled now,

And I was relaxed,

But not truly,

Maybe as he was too busy.

I always wanted to meet him,

Not everyday, But as per his holidays.

Sometimes he came with family,

Sometimes alone,

And then seldom,

His visits were shortened.

Then he didn't,

Came on weekends too,

As he has some friends,

Those to be meted too.

I was getting old and older,

didn't even spent an evening with grandchildren.

And one day My wife left,

For the gods Holy Place,

And I was left alone,

With her loving memories.

He paid a visit,

For a day,

And I don't remember if he hugged me,

Wept my tears and asked to join him.

Soon my money was over,

My medicines and Dr fees took all over,

I was weak and old,

And I wanted his support.

One day he came with whole family on my birthday,

I had been so happy in years.

But too my surprise in birthday gift,

He gave me a list of Old age homes.

He reminded about my old age,

About my poor health and isolation,

He told me that he is leaving for a new job with family,

So there will no one to look you after.

I simply declined,

Thats the only thing I could had done.

As here in my home I feel cosy,

With memories of my lover.

He didn't asked,

If I wanted to join them,

They moved and left,

And alone I wept.

And here I am now,

Looking at my glasses,

Those which saw decades,

Decades and phases of life.

COLOR OF BLOOD

I got a point,

Point for those,

Who never wants,

To hear me out.

I want to proclaim,

And confess,

To all those,

Who hated me somehow.

I am not so bad,

Not the only bad men on earth,

I am sinister,

But lesser than thou.

You can check your inner self,

You are no lesser than me,

If I do mischief,

I have ability to accept that thing.

So why to discard me like that,

I am also a part of society,

I am living in isolation,

Why you boycotted me?

You are a reason,

For my worse condition,

You make me worsen,

My worsen give you a proud.

Why to boycott me,

Like I am a beggar,

Like I am a stray dog,

With disease all over.

Like I am a thief,

Like I am a rapist,

So why you discriminate,

On the basis of color.

I have same blood like you,

Blood of red color,

So why to boycott me like that,

Why to discriminate me like that???

This Short Poem try to arise a question which is asked by every man who is discriminated on the basis of their Race, Color, Religion, Gender, Country, Ethnicity and many more. Why are they discriminated like that??? This poem is dedicated to all people and especially those Indians who are working abroad and facing such problems. This poem a salutation for all those Indian who have faced recent violent attacks in Australia.

BOYS DON'T CRY

Boys don’t feel pain,
Boys don’t cry,
They are hard,
They are tough guys.


I don’t understand,
Why is it always perceived like that,
Do they don’t have heart,
Can’t they feel pain and cry.


It is thought because of many reasons,
Because they don’t shed their tears in open,
They cry secretly,
Without the support of any shoulder.


They cry less,
They cry hardly,
They cry rarely,
When they are exasperated,
When things are exasperating.


It’s hard to see them mourn,
Even on funerals,
Or even on happy occasions,
They don’t shed their tears.


But when they are overwhelmed,
When conditions are worse,
When situation is out of control,
When they are filled with anger.


Their heart melts,
And lava of pain erupts,
They are in torment,
They cry and tears outburst.


It’s hard to understand men,
You can’t understand, until you take their place,
You can’t see the heart of men,
Because it’s always under a veil.

LETTER FROM THE RAPIST

FAN : -

Hello Shiney,
I was your big fan,
Until today, till I got to know,
You raped your maid.

What the hell you did,
You made me disappointed,
I never expected such a thing from you,
Did you forgot, you are a film artist?

Everyone sees you and get inspired,
Even I saw your movie,
Hazaron Khwaishein Aisi,
Metro and Gangster.

You act so well,
But what the hell you did,
You forgot your social prestige
And become rapist.

If you were so desperate,
So why you didn’t approach the brothel?
You could have copulated with any escort,
I hope money is no matter.

You have a huge fan following,
Any pretty girl would have agreed to sleep with you,
Even if you will not ask them,
They themselves will be pleased to satisfy you.

But all these options,
Are not needed,
When you are already married,
And have a baby.

How could you say,
That you did with consensual,
When a girl is claiming it,
To be brutal.

You disappointed me a lot,
I am no more your fan,
You have forgotten your persona,
Now you deserve nothing else.



SHINEY AHUJA : -

Dear fan,
I don’t know your name,
But I am sorry,
I am sorry, ya men.

Even I don’t know,
How I committed such a crime,
I was not within myself,
My body was not mine.

But you can’t understand,
The trauma through I was passing,
When you are almost separated,
Without family, alone you are living.

It’s easy to give an advice,
To go to brothel,
But my dear friend, couldn’t media had followed,
As it’s not legalized here.

I can’t do any wrong,
With any of my fan,
Even if we think of it,
Before that we are blackmailed.

If there had been a legal prostitution,
I could had used the services,
But we are living in an ethnic, traditional country,
Where it’s not possible for granted.

But now I respect prostitutes,
Because of them many lives are saved,
Otherwise many girls had been raped and murdered,
Lead to live in hell.

For money,
They provide their virginity,
Absorbs all sexual desire,
Which could be faced by others forcibly.

It’s not an easy life of a star,
As it seems to you,
Having needs to satisfy, along with money,
We can’t satisfy few.

How much I was desperate,
Even I don’t know,
Devil of mine awoke that time,
And I did wrong.

I committed a serious crime,
Now I have lost fame, fan and pride.
My self respect is gone,
I am regretting and want to die.

BY MISTAKE, GOD HAS MADE ME BEAUTIFUL

No one is left unturned,
No one left me unwatched,
In everyone eyes,
I found no love,
But only the desire,
Desire to fuck.

No one left me unseen,
Children,adult,or oldies.
No one saw my beautiful clothes or sandals,
But only my revealing body.

Eyeryone sighed,n stared,
Some teased n some dare.
But no one,
Gave me look of love.

Some commented,
Some even touched my body,
Everyone touched with intention,
Like I am prey for the wild animals.

As am the only source of their sexual fantasy,
I am the only meat for the wild beasts,
Sometimes I shouted,
Sometimes I ignored.
But I know its not their or mine fault.
By mistake, god has made me beautiful.