"You" or "Logist"

One fine day as I rose from my bed
I bathed and had my bread.
I paused, as I felt a nagging pain
I rushed to the loo, unzipping my pant
and letting out some acid rain.

oh!! How bad it hurt
I winced in pain..and fell in the dirt.
Panicked, I rushed to the physician
"Urologist", physician said, "would be the magician"
and said it was 250 bucks for his hours session.

Urologist, I had heard the name before
playing with urine..and doing all explore.
hah!! What harm he could do
after all...he was another doctor
so what was the big hue.

As I entered his office in some sharp pain
I knew..I had nothing to lose but lot to gain.
He called me in and greeted me with a smile
and I saw his skin hang all in a pile.

Old he was..as old one can get
half he was in his grave that I could bet.
I told him my problem as he heard with all ears
something came over me and I was in fears.

With no warning and alarm
he told me to undress and to remain calm.
Strip in front of him I thought how funny that would be
I agreed..and I showed him all he could see.

Then he told me to lie on the couch
and to spread my legs apart.
As he fiddled with his pouch
I felt strange with my ass all bare
who gives a damn..I dint really care.

As he wore his gloves
the final blow came then
he shoved his hand in my ass
I felt like a screwed hen.

Oh how I mistook this urologist to be so sane
when he turned out be vicious and so insane.
How I wish I would not have taken him lightly
atleast he would treat my ass rightly.

Tribute to Michael Jackson

Michael Jackson, you were indeed the biggest pop star of your time. I can never forget your astonishingly mind blowing performance in your song, "Dangerous...". I still more often watch that video in awe and that is not the only one. Despite all mid hardship and criticisms you were certainly the top class artist. You are no more amongst us, but you will be alive in your fans' hearts and your music will live forever. Michael you are our beloved icon and I just can't stop myself writing about you....with all respect, love and appreciation for your great contribution, on behave of all your fans, this is for you.....

Michael Jackson the name, now flows into eternity
as he disappears away from all humanity.
Leaving everyone saddened, with an eternal legacy
in the hearts of millions...with so much ecstasy.

So young at heart...so flawless
oh!..knowing you was such a bliss...
Your songs, your work, your words are so blessed
now, knowing that you are no more makes us distressed.

As tears roll down our cheeks...
can they pacify us, when dismality is at its peak.
Who is going to give us comfort?
Who is going to give us support?

Now that you have disappeared into oblivion..
the chance of not thinking about you..will be one in a million.
Every time, as your music will churn in our ears..
and realizing that you have left us, we'll miss you as you were so dear.

Story of a Flower

Elated I was as I stood across the threshold of adolescence

entering into college with millions of dreams at its entrance

more excited I was to soon become a senior

so I could harass and rag my pitiable would be juniors.



Time passed and the day arrived

as I stood in the corridor scanning the freshers who were all sleep deprived

I thought to myself how much fun it will be

to tease each one what a pleasure to see



Almost suddenly I laid my eyes on a newie

sitting on the bench with no fear or element of surprise

I had found my guy whom I was to mock

if he would resist I was to give him a sock



I approached him and blatantly called out to him

he seemed to grin and I thought he had a whim

enraged I was to see as this boy paid no heed

I knew what I would give him as a deed



Realizing his mistake he held his head high in mid air without any reason or plan

hah! I could make out as he trembled and his heart beat ran

"tell me what is your dream?" as I mockingly said his words mumbled

and his speech stumbled



I plucked out a dead flower from the garden behind

and I asked him its name wanting more of him to grind

he uttered nothing the silence was killing

abruptly he said dont know the name but it smells good that was enough to give me a chilling



As I realized his eyes which seemed so out of way

the boy was blind if that is what I could say

I heard my voice quiver tears shone so bright

I lost all my ego and with that proud might



As he took out his cane from his worn out bag

I stood dazed no less than a rag

through his eyes I could see

the problem was not with anyone but with me

for all this time I had been blind

I vowed to see the beauty in life and appreciate every second that is mine.......!