When people have too much authority, that’s what I always pity.
Authority is never absolute, one day it shall be taken away.
For so many things you’ve had to loot, you shall be held at bay.

Don’t you think I’m freakin now,
Dare you ask me how!
Frustration buildin in my head, agitation in my blood.
I’m gonna finish this adventure now,
Don’t you dare to venture now.
Accumulated bits and scraps till now,
All I’ve put in this urn.
And you still wonder how, I manage to do it for thou.
Emotions have upturned, Rage splurges in my head.
Now its time to burn, so I set fire to the urn.

Certainly lifes no jingle bells, this is what my experience tells.

Wriggling like a worm in salt, I hope it never halts.
Death shall be nowhere near you, Still life shall cower you.
For all the sins you’ve committed, and never even admitted.
You shall be hung and slung, till centrifuge tears your lung.
There shall be tears in no ones eyes, They know what happens when people say so much lies.
Surgeons shall play their part, When they’ll cut your limbs apart.
And stuff you in a dune of salt.
You shall writhe and wriggle of pain, But shall not yet be slain.
You’ll have memories, of what you did when your days were at ease.

I’m no God to punish you this way, but He’s not cruel any way.
If I thus had my way, in this world you would not stay.
I dedicate this poem to you this way, check it out when you get a break.
Around us when there are clouds of war, this shall not happen very loud.
No one shall ever know, now truly I had my way, how cruely you passed away.

These plans I don’t mastermind, when I see your face they come to my mind.
With each fake smile you smile, I feel like smashing you on a tile.
You do things without any reason, and you try to charge me of treason.
False are the words you say, you cheat in the games you play.

And you shall crave for death, you shall get momentary breath.
It shall be no circle of death, but rather a line of death.
Stuck on one end you’ld rather die to see the other,
The other ends death I hope you know,
That’s how I kill you slow.

But you need not worry that much now,
You shall be killed at my behest, Just out of courtesy.


This poem is dedicated to Langda Tyagi.
Cheers !