Buried Alive In A Coffin

Damn it I can't see! Is there something wrong with my eyes,

Well it has to be that, not like I've been buried alive,

Only darkness all around me, why can't I see the sky?

Wait a minute... is this really happening? Am I underground?

Am I really being buried somewhere I can't be found?

I guess I am huh... Oh my God!! What in living hell do I do now?!

I do know that David Blaine was once buried alive for 7 whole days,

But he had a supply of liquid and I think even razor blades,

Maybe not to shave, just to end it all if he didn't make day eight.

Alright stay calm brother, don't scream and panic just yet,

Darkness will come and take over you, only if you let,

Maybe I should start thumping this coffin and start working a sweat,

I need to break out of this, that would be the hard part,

Starting to thump the coffin lid, seems like a good place to start,

But damn it the dirt keeps going into my eyes, I need to be smart.

I'll rip off my shirt and tie the bottom into a tight knot,

And then put my head into the neck hole and that will help a lot,

Alright done. Wow! This actually works, maybe hope is not lost.

*thud* *thud* *thud* why is this thing not breaking?

*thud* *thud* *CRACK* finally, I seem to be making-

progress in getting out of this hell-hole and escaping.

The wood is easy to tear apart... one more push.. yay! I'm out,

Don't get ahead of yourself man, not just yet, don't shout,

Need to dig upward fast before, by the earth, I'm drowned,

Damn my fingers hurt when I'm clawing at the sand,

"Damn it son! Life is unfair, stay strong and be a man",

Good thing I have that fine and helpful memory of my dad.

Though it took a while, I can see glimpses of sunlight outside,

Ahhh!!!! fresh airrrr.. clear blue sky.. guess it wasn't my turn to die,

Whew! I'm exhausted now, surprised I haven't broken down and cried.

 

Rebirth... Technically.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Like when your girl is kidnapped by the HateMonger,
Actions speak louder than words,
We can talk, those that fly are birds,
All good things must come to an end,
Like when Osho chappals were a trend,
A picture is worth a thousand words,
But to us poets that saying is blurred,
A watched pot never boils,
Like a watched seed in the soil,
Beggars can’t be choosers,
So not much hope for losers,
Better late than never,
Is a saying so you won't take forever,
Birds of a feather flock together,
Like two crows that are tethered,
Cleanliness is next to godliness,
Like deafness is second to blindness,
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you,
A dog who loves you wouldn't too,
Don't count your chickens before they hatch,
Dropping the ball before you've caught the catch.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Like a pretty girl when she is older,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Damn I said that already, poem has rebirthed, so I won't go on any longer.

Early Morning Thoughts.

"I slept off watching the movie Insomnia... woke up and watched the movie Irony"

"If there was a profession to create puns, would a professional be called a pundit??"

Demonetisation

"The policy became to eject black currency,
Into outer space without any clemency,
But the whole thing soon backfired,
Built the common man a nice funeral pyre,
What was black is now in 2k notes, come and see."

"Demonetisation was Modiji's goal,
To make corrupt Netas grow cold,
Little did he know the goal he shot,
Would make the farmer sell his plot,
Modiji now doesn't call the goal his own."

Leave no one behind unless they want to be left behind but then try again once more.

Thoughts of a suicidal maniac are beautiful in its own way,
Psych! I was just kidding you fool just to get you to listen,
Don't ever get the idea that suicidal thoughts are Christian,
It's just blasphemous and atrocious and deadly bait.
would you ever want anyone to look in the mirror and slay-
themselves, thereby forgetting their own life lessons,
Just because they felt like something in their life was missin',
Hope to God no other nor you have these thoughts and pray.

Jesus, I just want you to bless them and keep them safe at night,
Shiva, please don't take them away yet, let Vishnu watch over them,
Allah ,can you watch over these lost souls and show them the light?
All I ever want is everyone to be happy, Women and Men,
Keep them away from sadistic fools and please hold them tight,
Unless of course there is rebirth, we're born again and we're all German.

Obviously.. Then What?

A wise man once was,
Who knew a lot about a lot,
He was a man without a cause,
All he had were his thoughts.

His thoughts were wise
But apparent as sunlight,
And that was his demise,
For what he knew as wrong and right.

He expected everyone to know,
But little did he realise,
That some would just show,
They knew just to penalise.

Others for their wrong acts,
Not for their belief in good,
Just to be saintly and talk back,
And maybe get ahead if they could.

He was too wise for his age,
Too much power, in just two hands,
He realised the simplicity in a man's rage,
In a child's smile, a woman's dance,

In a teacher's words and a birds' chirp,
He started to see the reason of being,
That reasons to be are in dearth,
And there are no reasons to be,

Because to do is to be and to be is to do,
One said by Socrates, the other Plato,
Just proves once again what he already knew,
is the truth and it doesn't have to be propounded by NATO.

Toe To Bottom

Eeny meeny miny moe,

Catch a tiger by the toe,

Wait for him to bite your hand off,

either that or it's a Mexican stand-off.

Between you and a beast, that's double your size,

for that furry feline, your heads the prize,

All he wants to do is rip into you,

Bite into ur flesh and see what's new.

We forget sometimes what the writer said,

grab a f**king tiger that wants to rip off your head,

So that you'll shoot him without thinking,

With all that adrenaline you don't need drinking.

And just like that you're the villain now,

The beginning of how they'll try to bring you down,

Cause all of a sudden you've been sinning,

Just cause you did what they thought of from the beginning.

So maybe this saying was just a trap,

For a taste of tiger blood and all' o 'that,

Who would be so devious so as to devise,

This devious plan and get you to victimise,

Yourself and the tiger, oh yes that's true,

Don't just blame the writer for what you did too,

You shot the f**king tiger with a f**king gun,

Then u f**king act like your a f**king nun,

Cause the tiger was minding its own day,

When you came along and took it all away,

Just cause you were a fool to believe some guy,

Would u have listened if it was a needle to your eye?

But it's ok don't worry my friend,

You don't have to think that this is the end,

Maybe it's just the start to a big bright future,

of Poaching days to come, a new habit to nurture.

This may sound crazy but then maybe,

Somethings aren't meant to be straight just wavy,

With that thought, I leave you, my friends,

A poacher or not, the end will be the end.