LAW COLLEGE RHYME.

Battered, shattered, ruptured, “grin”
Only, thing that, matters, “sin”
Nutty, Smutty, scummy, “unclean”
Only, thing that, matters, “skin”

Shitty, gritty, full of “dust”
Only thing that matters, “lust”
Tony, Johny, Rohnie “must”
What matters, who does it “first”

Politics, date-fix, power speaks
Young boys, hot girls- hunks and chicks
Break-ups, patch-ups-a couple of weeks
What matters, who wakes, who sleeps.

She’s sultry and that one’s “cute”
Come let’s screw her attitude,
Speak up boy don’t be so mute
Or at least just play a “snoot”!

Glass, grass; a screwed-up “class”
What truly matters comes “last”
Rayban, Reebok, Addidas
Get-up guys, gotta have a “blast”

punk, hard-rock; pop- hip-hop
Some more fags from the nearby shop
Bloodshot eyes, but, hearts won’t stop
Hoo..ha..haa..haa...O’ shut up!!!

Projects, snap-tests, mid-term-n-term,
Paste-up, mug-up; gotta get top firm!
Tell yourself to sign a pact
Sell your “self” be an intellect.

Good grades come with good “price tags”
“Jacks” are gonna be judged by “cracks”.
Each shot offers three “retakes”
You can do it, just relax!!

Pedagogues come, harping on “law”
Cattle chewing on gobbled-up straw
Sit and wonder who’s at flaw?
Then, doze off; be an outlaw!

Greet everyone; wear a smile,
Phoniness a patent style,
Hide yourself, behind the guile,
See it works, one can go miles...

As and when, an axe to grind,
To all rights and wrongs turn blind!
Screw all scruples, they confuse,
If you can’t win, they must loose!

Like it or not, it’s a race,
What matters, who quits who stays.
If you, like it, why, make a fuss?
Just do, what, everyone does!

No voice, no whys, truths or lies,
What all think- “virtue or vice”.
“All IS WELL” for a paltry price,
What matters is, “WHO SURVIVES!”

LET HIM SLEEP

Where the mind is fogged by smoke, and the head is high on dope,
Where foodgrain's not in store but alcocol galore,
Where world lives under the reign, of the mightiest hegemone,
And individual gives a shit, they must save their own(what? Anybody’s guess)Where whoever triumphs is on the side of truth(satyameva jayate!)
Where a hopeless birdie’s voice is unheard or turned mute,
Where clear stream of liquor flows in place of blood,
And no action is born in absence of sensuous flood,
Where the mind is entrapped, entangled and stuck
in ever-recurring thoughts, actions, and beliefs
in that land of Bliss, please! my Father, let that creature sleep

AN INDIVIDUAL'S DILEMMA!

The more he appeals to the world,
the more he finds himself at decay.
Knowing not what to do, he turns to Bulla for advice.
"If you find yourself and lose the world, what remains to find?
If you lose yourself and find the world, what remains to lose?",
THUS BULLA REPLIES!

BULLA'S REPLY

"How did u become Bulla?",a curious individual asked. "Long back wen i ws an individual like you, the irressistibly sensual whore MAYA approached me and said- "they are all head over heels in luv wid me, hw cum u show the audacity to remain indifferent?,and I replied thus, "coz I haven’t got wht u demand, and wht I’ve got to offer you take not". Then holding me at the point of her dagger she murmured-"then earn 4 me wht I want or die". I couldn't earn for the one i couldn't luv, 4 nothin less than luv cud receive my luv. So I chose to die, and turned into Bulla" You either learn to luv her or die. THUS REPLIED BULLA, AND THEY BOTH SMILED.