cyclonic halt

[Nikunj Bansal]

the story of the 

beautiful escape, tubelights bursting

light on the letters,

borekeded and hangeded

and whitened, at wrong spots,

and just not looking the part. 

"how dare you?", askeded

the educated man,

or is it educated woman, 

and uneducated man?

oh shit, dont go there,

it's the most heavenly hell.

it might sell. haha.

and from eyes, mine, i fell ? aerkhh

The last time i tried 

i enjoy i repent,

my mind goes benzerk,

and my heart go "who hears? who hears?",

"WHO HEARD" THE BRAIN SAID,

and fuck really? 

oh the fuck is the living hell 

about here. 

the brain doesn't give a shit about anything outside the body. 

and the brain does that too. 

and oh shit i am living for the weekend alone,

and with drug, oh man dont even talk about, it, its like, "self control? meh 0", replied amit. 

"and fuck this shit

and fuck this shit

and fuck this shit

chalo is tatti ko

chodho.", 

is a very deep thought tha'was shared to me by kamrin. 

kamrin? the only thought affected my soul and my heart

melted its way 

into the horizon of the feted stars,

and brilliantly silently faded into the

jaded bars,

and bhuiiiiiiiinnnngg by stray bastards,

oh i hate them bastards.

chalo bye