Heading towards a narrow lane I lost in the dark street of lamps, I couldn't focus on a single sound just for a sec, The sounds from the bells of prosperity, Fighting to get into my ears just like a tale, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, I'm trying to look at the green signals coming from several directions, On my way, I'm trying to distract myself as much as I can, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, After looking at the guards giving the green signals, I feel they are very much genuine and way better sane, They're guiding just to those like me, In fact quite worse and better conditioned people to a right track, Me finding myself heading towards a narrow lane, The lane getting too narrow and dark, That I cannot walk towards the darkness of my age, But I will try to crawl into it, Till the breath helps my soul to remain into my flesh, Because this time my soul wants to get settle and stabilized, Rather than my body, Which one day would becom...
He was... He is...
He was the enemy when I became Krish.
He is a subject of laugh when we need some joy in mist.
He was my shit cleaner when I hospitalized and not fit.
He was my Kane when I performed Undertaker.
He was my Boogie man when I performed Rey Mysterio.
He was my Mark Henry when I performed John Cena.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
I can beat him with my favourite Daniel Brien.
He is a subject of anger when he quarreled with the Mother and she began to cry.
He is our complaint box whenever there's a financial loss in the lifestyle.
He was the target of my 'charre-wali' gun when he didn't pay for that bubble blower pipe.
He was the subject of my shitty talks whenever I disagreed with him, though in my mind.
He made me tensed when he forgets to carry his phone, which I wish I could dialled.
I remember the day when he arrived after a week.
He was.. he was in turmoil and some kind of weak.
He was quite and went into his bed as everything seemed alright.
As always I was busy with my phone and slept late at night.
Than there came a throbbing sound,
When I removed my quilt it was coming from his feet.
It was chilled midnight,
Everyone thrilled with freeze.
Suddenly a bang sound awoke us,
Claimed that he was not in an ease.
I remember I beat him, I misbehave him, I love him, I care him.
I quarrel him, I hate him, I disobey him, I insult him, I pray for him....
He is a subject of all my emotions.
We can't afford killing someone but
for each other we are ready to die.
He is my father and I'm his son..
And that's matter the most in our life.
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