what the song made me feel!

A quality, a feeling, an opportunity, a power solely belonging to me. Irrevocably mine.

Perceived through the eye and realized in the heart without the intervention of the mind. A power to shift worlds in an instant. To enter a euphoric plane where the bonds to this mortal and mundane world are broken without disturbing anything in and around. To feel senselessness. To be aware of being caught unawares.

To forget all worry, all sorrow and be as clear as a glass, with a face as transparent showing the apparent amazement at the cause. To hold an overwhelming innocence in the eyes with a desire that is pristine, without any envious motive. To completely and consciously be in control of something that is not me. In just a glance, going into a state that cannot be descried but only experienced. A state that can be counted in the genre of divinity owing to its purity, innocence and awe.
Yaaradi Nee Mohini!


(me and mine are mere references to a boy)

This, We Rap

I tried my hand at dissing someone, and my pen has really given a stab!

A Psychotic version, one in a million specimen, miniature king Kong,

For your uncouth and disheveled behavior I hereby present you a song,

You suffer from diarrhea, you stink and you leak shit wherever you go,

You got a loose tongue; I am talking about the shit that comes out of your mouth

Bloated belly smoke engine, you also suffer from malnutrition on reality

Your opinion of Ram is great is not going to help you in a war with me

I was once warned not to go for a fight with a pig, cause it got nothing to loose

Falling in the mud, I get dirt and its gonna enjoy, it seems to be the same with you

But hell I care of what you think, if you pull me down, I might as well piss

Either way your dumb retarded mind can’t differentiate a hit from a miss

Your disease is the brain freeze; your mind reboots every few mins it starts

You gape in air, like ape you stare, a smell of farts spreads as you pass

You talk about rules, as if on booze, you don’t get half of what's being said

An irrational git, an imprudent jerk, are the proper terms for you that fit

A farce in the name of head of the pack, your own wolves are ready to attack

as they have been kept in hunger for too long, teasing and telling a pile of crap

Interestingly if you ever read these lines, you will not even realize

That every single word is aimed at you and you would simply prove them right