boulevard of broken dreams.....

the tragic end will never begin again,
the black dog discarded will never be tamed.

persona personified persistently to prove purity
would be welcomed and witnessed by whoever is witty.

the crowded streets got filled with loneliness again,
music filled by voices disappointed said that life was a one sided game.

coaxed is the heart to dealwith the dumb thoughts
i dont know when the pregnant mind will have a blast.

peace being costly, the ruins still remain.
mercy is merrier, with innocence always blamed.

the eyes looking at the distant view has turned watery,
horizon will speak," miser is not as unlucky as is misery".....



.............abhi.........

forecast.....

the unseen time will fade away soon,
being a doctor is no longer a boon.

there was a time when knowledge was free,
but now things are changing filled with forgery.

survival of the fittest is indeed so true,
medicine is a career for only the rich to pursue.

with everyday a new challenge unfolds,
god knows, what next the future beholds?

8 months more to get the bachlor's
no matter what brains you got, 40 lalkhs more for admission in masters!!!!

after masters a doctor stands tall.....
to each there is like crawling on a slippery wall.

knowledge was once a sea with the waters so sweet,
the secrets within were revealed with a peek into the deep....



.............abhi.....

SMOKING KILLS.....

Surfaces of the oral mucosa will not remain the same;
Morals will degrade with no one to blame.
Oral cancer will be the hard earned prize
Kids and family will shed tears at your self gained demise.
Its really true that prevention is better than cure.
Not even the peer pressure will help you when your lungs go impure.
Guilty are you, guilty is your mind.

Kindly leave this awful habit and dont act as if u r blind.
Its hard to accept the fact of life.....
Loyalty towards your own self will help you survive.
Learn to love thy ownself first.
Smoking will not suffice your agony's thirst.....



....... abhi.........

welcome to fakerland.....

To start with i thought of only few,
But later many came in my view.

Faking is an art which is still ill defined
Come to my college your knowledge will be refined....

Many girls u see who'll get you smitten....
Looks so killing, but full of faking knitten,

From distance comes some lightening and there u see the "american moon" bee stung
Mind full of fucking and faking, rarely could be counted as human!

I thought this would end and humanity will arise,
But faking turned into a habit to my surprise.

The dark night ahead keeps on turning more and more bleak,
The insanity within was the reason for character so cheap....

New surprises keeps on knocking every day,
Faking..... before a fight acts like foreplay....

To curb one's ego needs a lot to descend
Fakers have no horizons when they have to pretend.

The violent thunder of thoughts that i had has now turned into a drizzle....
Faking is an art for many, for many an unsolved puzzle.

Come what may, the puzzle needs to be solved
It needs to be curbed right now before another faking generation evolves....

-abhi..................