Monday, February 21, 2011

The Robbery.

I am blinking…cannot bear this strangle

My head is distorted at an awful angle

Body is roped…hands are cuffed

Feet are shackled with a big iron bangle...


Its paining….I am losing my breath

Oh….I can’t do anything…someone please avert my death

What is going on…I don’t understand…what the heck!!

Only now I recall…I was sentenced to be hanged by the neck.



What is my crime?? Everything was fine…

My name is jack and I am a thief…she was Cathy and we were involved in a mischief

It is a long story my reader …let me tell you in short…in brief.



We were in the city of Amsterdam…..with nothing to lose and execute a plan

We decided to rob a bank…even the name was The Rabobank.

I don’t think we did anything insane…we just followed the name. (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha).

We memorized the city’s map…to ensure we would not fall prey in any trap

Under the shiny bright sun…I took the delivery of the guns

Everything was perfect….everything was alright….our confidence was at its peak…we decided the day to be tonight.



Cathy did not want to die in such a young age

Come on darling….have me...I am all yours…said she…showing off her cleavage

Libido was in control.I had no interest in sex…but the lust in her eyes turned me to a T-Rex.

I told her…we got to get the money…we’ll spend our life in southern France…just hold on my honey.

With her blood red eyes and an angry frown…she said we are going now…it was too early I gave a thumbs-down

I said ok lets go...it was one big mistake….all we were going to do was to put our lives at stake.



Around 6…we reached the bank...there were lot of cops to welcome us…I guess someone played a prank.

I was zapped completely blank…I took out my six-shooter and shot three...Bang bang bang!!

Christ sake...Cathy screamed…please stop!!…shut the bloody hell up I said ...Just open up the lock.

There were three cops…bloody dogs!!...I killed em all….just to ensure there is no further block.

I never wanted to kill anyone…but I was not worried…it was all about money….it was all about greed.

Why do I need Cathy…even she must die…she is unwanted…she is a weed.

I looked at her and shot her down…she fell…and there goes Cathy as a Lady wrapped in a black gown.

Destiny had its own saying...the chase begun and begun the ugly countdown.



Never to run in a cop’s car…a lesson I was not taught

They surrounded me …I smiled …it was the end…I was caught.

They took me to the jail…even Cathy was dead….to get me out on bail.

Cathy was not Cathy…..she was Florence…I could not bear that fact…it was beyond my tolerance.

I was charged for murders and a theft of 5 Million Euros…case was filed by Florence (My Cathy) of Investigation Bureau.

What is going on…I don’t understand…what the heck!!

Only now I recall…I was sentenced to be hanged by the neck.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

14th February.

I know the lines below make no sense…

Let me be drowned in your love… let me be a nuisance.

I keep saying again and again…to fall in love is no offence

Love is a passion and

Passion is the only weapon for which you need no license



On this Valentine’s Day…

I only have one thing to say...

Whenever I think of you...

Old becomes gold…and I feel brand new…



Your advice…your suggestion…ends the entire rancor

In the moments of distress…your smile acts like an anchor (gives support)

Your smile….. It’s just so beautiful…You deserve no less than a Maybach 62…you are my queen after all

I am pretty good at many things but unfortunately I am not a banker.



You are in my every thought…leave one …please spare

I’ve refrained myself …I have lot many things to share...

Can’t get you out of my mind….you…your eyes…your hair

Don’t get angry …please…ok do if you like…but let me tell you….you look damn cute even when you stare.




You stay far away…I know we can’t meet...

I wish I could sprint all the way down to your country...but I am no athlete…

A thought of you my mind feeds on like the loveliest treat…

And after that lovely feast…it often asks me…why your sweetheart is so sweet??

Oh she is my Queen…I do not say that…says my heartbeat.



Your hair….and that side parting…

Only adds more beauty….makes you look more charming

Your smile….your cute dimple
                                                                                                                    
Makes my complicated life really simple

Your brown eyes….and that razor sharp look.

Makes me forget my own poetry…but miss gorgeous on you… I’ll write a book.

Your small little nose and those pink lips

Makes you a perfect idol I like to worship

Only now I have realized…you are not you

But you are me…my integral part…and that is why I like you…

My heart and its beat chant your name….Stella, Mary, Jenny, Natasha, Lo Quisha

No no no my Lady…even the heartbeats my heart skip…reminds me

That she is not the one…but the most special one

who else it could be…its you Tousha!!