tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85622728343798031132012-02-16T04:03:07.193-08:00Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-48184583131851262902011-09-30T13:56:00.000-07:002011-09-30T13:56:11.891-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">She feeds him,<br />she bleeds from<br />the cracks she knew,<br />She needs him.<br /><br />Crying for lights<br />and dying for mirrors,<br />craving the rights,<br />and chasing the sliver.<br /><br />She kills him,<br />she fills in<br />the cracks she knew,<br />She fills him.<br /><br />Humping destiny<br />and jumping a&nbsp;bungee,<br />ignoring&nbsp;epiphany,<br />and trying the dingee.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-4818458313185126290?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-62798422059093287222011-09-05T21:13:00.000-07:002011-09-05T23:05:58.563-07:00The cells are the same,<div>the atoms familiar.</div><div>Similar is the frame,</div><div>or so it would appear.</div><div><br /></div><div>One looks like an axe,</div><div>the other, shaped like a pear.</div><div>One smells like blood,</div><div>the other, sincere.</div><div><br /></div><div>Surroundings are the same,</div><div>an amorous atmosphere.</div><div>Similar are the hopes,</div><div>or so it would appear.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>One packs a punch,</div><div>the other cuts like a knife.</div><div>One steals from nature,</div><div>the other loans to life.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Their end is the same,</div><div>their journey co-linear.</div></div><div>Similar is the aim,</div><div>or so it would appear.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-6279842205909328722?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-55124499848666061192011-07-18T11:07:00.000-07:002011-07-29T08:16:09.808-07:00I recall all that is important.<div>Instantly flashed and flushed.</div><div>restoring reality from ruins. </div><div>floating like money and sex.</div><div><br /></div><div>Visions from the future appear.</div><div>Eyes roll and my head falls.</div><div>Blood flows through the veins.</div><div>I trip i trip i trip.</div><div><br /></div><div>My future in my hands.</div><div>Smiling at my loose grip.</div><div>Let it fall through like sand in glass.</div><div>My personal time machine.</div><div><br /></div><div>I stand up and try to sleep.</div><div>Then I try to sleep walk.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-5512449984866606119?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-2325818869046725962011-05-24T01:44:00.000-07:002011-05-24T01:45:21.928-07:00Have you ever wondered why cardboards don't think for themselves?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-232581886904672596?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-89266755803219848062011-03-06T13:20:00.000-08:002011-05-24T01:33:09.881-07:00Sleeping in the lap of death,<div>I call out to my lost love.</div><div>My soul dissolving with every breath,</div><div>I plead the earth to bless my cove.</div><div><br /></div><div>Flowing from head to toe,</div><div>I bathe in the virgin's blood.</div><div>Dying from my enemy's blow,</div><div>I dip my head in the holy flood.</div><div><br /></div><div>Madness running every vein, </div><div>I shout out my lover's name</div><div>The self fading from my selfish brain,,</div><div>Her tainted image is what remains.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sigh, Relief, Regret and Anger,</div><div>All the emotions a dying man feels.</div><div>I think and feel beyond my creator,</div><div>Eels, Reels, Heels, and Deals.</div><div><br /></div><div>The story of my death remains a mystery,</div><div>Each role played by a different soul.</div><div>I will be forgotten in popular history,</div><div>But not by the souls who played their roles.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-8926675580321984806?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-43845188407223372672011-02-27T10:51:00.000-08:002011-02-27T11:03:43.515-08:00No need to breath,<div>no reason to breed.</div><div>no need to blame,</div><div>no reason to claim.</div><div><br /></div><div>Free from desire,</div><div>fly in the fire.</div><div>Free from greed,</div><div>fly in the creed.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sin all you want buddy boy,</div><div>Smoke all you care chubby boy.</div><div>Kill all you can Jack my friend,</div><div>Choke everyone who pretends.</div><div><br /></div><div>Talk to soles,</div><div>walk with moles.</div><div>Talk to souls,</div><div>Walk with holes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing exists,</div><div>No one knows,</div><div>No one talks,</div><div>Nothing gives.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-4384518840722337267?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-74167331239588847022011-02-09T14:38:00.000-08:002011-02-09T15:30:16.989-08:00She bleeds like a river,<div>she bleeds life forever.</div><div>She licks my tongue like fire,</div><div>she floats in the wind and fills the world with unspoken satire.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! the pain she brings! </div><div><br /></div><div>Rhythms of death and desire, </div><div>flames of the bridal pyre.</div><div>Needles in the spine,</div><div>of a newborn porcupine.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! the cruel lady, she!</div><div><br /></div><div>Death fills her orgasm, </div><div>with screams of sarcasm, </div><div>Survival seems desperation at best,</div><div>smiling at fate, crying for the rest.</div><div><br /></div><div>She! the giver and taker of life!</div><div><br /></div><div>She giveth the role,</div><div>she taketh the soul.</div><div>She made us all,</div><div>she eats us whole.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-7416733123958884702?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-14354134534481500192011-02-07T15:06:00.000-08:002011-02-09T12:40:11.306-08:00<div><br /></div><div>You cry for the moon and laugh at the sun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Common you painter, you son of the one,</div><div>Common you piper, you make them run.</div><div>You jeweler of hell and sweeper of heaven,</div><div>The keeper of men and souls forgiven.</div><div><br /></div><div>Redeem us of the pain and suffering forever,</div><div>The guilt of generations and merciless fervor.</div><div>The doing of man and killing of man,</div><div>Fountains of blood and rivers that ran.</div><div><br /></div><div>Stripped of flesh and bone I stand,</div><div>With a naked soul in my hand.</div><div>With eyes that lick the land,</div><div>and a vision that makes you blind.</div><div><br /></div><div>A C and a D in the atmosphere,</div><div>An F-major to make it clear.</div><div>Wine in right, water in other,</div><div>someone's mistress, someone's mother.</div><div><br /></div><div>The slippery ride down the hill,</div><div>The one that killed Jack and Jill.</div><div>The black sheep that had some wool,</div><div>The naughty boy that broke the rule.</div><div><br /></div><div>Everything clears the wicked mind, </div><div>Nothing looks like the sight of the blind.</div><div>Hung from the rope by a lonely neck,</div><div>Steering life from the hopeless deck.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-1435413453448150019?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-38978318274248292842010-11-13T15:00:00.000-08:002010-11-13T15:01:31.230-08:00Life is slavery to purpose.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-3897831827424829284?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-24179741935113745762009-06-22T13:38:00.000-07:002009-06-22T13:40:28.557-07:00<div><br /></div><div>waqt ke taraju main baitha hai insaan</div><div>harek girte ansu main behta hai insaan</div><div>meri haisiyat zamane main kya hai</div><div>zindagi ki shahadat manata hai insaan</div><div><br /></div><div>ruswa hai ab mera dil is jahan se</div><div>rishta nahi ab raha is jahan se</div><div>apne paraye lagte hain putle </div><div>ye hai mera alwida is jahan se </div><div><br /></div><div>fakeeron ki basti main panahat mili hai</div><div>ameeron ki hasti se fursat mili hai</div><div>jhoote nakabon ke jahan main tha zinda</div><div>farishton ke angan main jannat mili hai </div><div><br /></div><div>yahan par hi hai mere jeene ka maksad</div><div>jahan bhar ke shikwe bhulane ka maksad</div><div>bas ek saans bhar ke le lu sukun ki</div><div>baharon main barbaad hona hai maksad </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-2417974193511374576?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-71474481293042246792009-04-17T04:31:00.000-07:002009-04-17T04:32:22.014-07:00<div>search the night to find the light...</div><div>only in darkness do things look bright...</div><div>the sun can never tell the truth...</div><div>only the eclipse beholds what's right...</div><div><br /></div><div>darker can be the hours of hell...</div><div>and fulfilling can be every delight...</div><div>that's the cruel ditch of joy...</div><div>a booby trap which all like...</div><div><br /></div><div>comforting are these walls of prison...</div><div>decieving the wise and fool alike...</div><div>they'd rather stay a slave forever...</div><div>then search the night and look for light...</div><div><br /></div><div>it is to the men who drank the sun...</div><div>and threw up the moon light...</div><div>that the world relishes all romance...</div><div>feeling safe from thier blindsight...</div><div><br /></div><div>but the true nature of naked truth...</div><div>is to change it's fashion overnight...</div><div>what may seem rightous in the morning...</div><div>turns to evil in broad daylight...</div><div><br /></div><div>to question every thing we feel...</div><div>is the greatest gift of human mind...</div><div>for senses can behave like witches...</div><div>casting oblivion on every sight...</div><div><br /></div><div>i belive that the will has might...</div><div>i am not so sure, what's wrong or right...</div><div>that is why i choose to stray...</div><div>that is why i am up all night.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-7147448129304224679?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-74196383024435063822009-02-13T14:24:00.000-08:002009-02-13T14:38:56.890-08:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">felt like a bullet moved through my head...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as slowly as it could try to fly...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">the shot was fired by me at myself...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as i tried to eat the golden fly....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as the lead penetrated my darkish skull...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i felt some pain on my innocent skin...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">the mourning of those poor souls ...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">made me wish that they were thin...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as the metal entered my chained brain...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i felt the pain descend in the air..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">a burnt hole was left behind....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but my ugly greed didn't let me care...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i smirked at the stupidity of my bullet...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as i didn't know the truth till then...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">what i felt had vanished at the surface..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">was deep inside my skull by then....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and the damage done was the numb agony ...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">as my brain couldn't ever feel the pain ..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but it got the horrifying idea...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">of which of it's parts was getting slain...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">this feeling of destruction inside my head...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">brought to my heart an expected regret...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but by then the killer had done the damage...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and there was no use of futile fret...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">while the metal was sinking in my skull...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i thought of ways to kill the killer...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">to let the bullet die it's own death ...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">was the only way to murder the sinner...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">so i left the lead inside my head....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and walked around to see glittering stars...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">my walk ended in fascinating thoughts..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">and my murderer was dead by his own scars...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">i touched my head to feel the hole...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">but there was no hole left behind...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">instead there were hair back on my head..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">reflecting away my brave shine......</span></div><div><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-7419638302443506382?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-84839141424556480412008-11-28T16:13:00.000-08:002008-11-28T16:16:12.969-08:00<div><br /></div><div>i lay there waiting... </div><div>for the final blow...</div><div>that will set things equal...</div><div>and let me go.</div><div><br /></div><div>i could smell the blood ...</div><div>that my dearest lost...</div><div>the pleasure of few...</div><div>was thier life's cost ...</div><div><br /></div><div>you will cut my head...</div><div>and chop me to peices...</div><div>then boil me in water...</div><div>and cook me in spices...</div><div><br /></div><div>i don't know any thing ...</div><div>that i just said ...</div><div>as my brain is small...</div><div>and my head is red...</div><div><br /></div><div>but i can still feel the pain...</div><div>and see my death calling out loud...</div><div>as you prepare to make your supper...</div><div>i prepare to scream and shout...</div><div><br /></div><div>i could not run from the truth i am...</div><div>i was born for a one night show...</div><div>the knife cuts my neck in two..</div><div>and i am dead, there you go...</div><div>cukdukoo...cukduuuuuuu...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-8483914142455648041?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562272834379803113.post-57289812569207377522008-11-05T06:46:00.000-08:002008-11-28T16:18:38.304-08:00<h1><div><br /></div></h1><div>the sun can light only half the earth ..</div><div>the other half has to be lit by you...</div><div>the price of joy is great indeed...</div><div>your deligence has to pay the dues..</div><div><br /></div><div>to get the diamonds out of the holes..</div><div>your slick body will have to choose...</div><div>to burrow down the darkest alleys...</div><div>or to keep standing in empty ques...</div><div><br /></div><div>to push a mountain out of your path...<br /></div><div>and to pull the sky down to your shoes..</div><div>all you need is the heart of a lion..</div><div>and a tiger will ready to be lose...</div><div><br /></div><div>to live a life of honour and freedom...</div><div>and to fight back at life's abuse...</div><div>you will have to feel the will inside..</div><div>and toil to the light without an excuse...</div><div><br /></div><div>if you don't want to die and don't want to lose..</div><div>then wake up to realise.....</div><div>dreaming about heaven is of no good use...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8562272834379803113-5728981256920737752?l=nirvana8radiohead.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sudeep Sharmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08573376341837642526noreply@blogger.com2