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Prithviraj Kataria Poem
With a spine of steel
I walked down the lane,
The mortals lacked the pluck
to cross me in disdain!
To the trader i quizzed,
Buddy, 'Hows Business?'
Mum was the trader
With his lungs in distress!
Flummoxed was my mind,
To see the traders dread!
His Action made me wonder
"Did i ask him for his head?"
Shivering were the dames,
When i heard'em mumble!
He's the mafia who bashed,
the goons till they crumble!
Zapping in my mind were scenes,
when i beat the ugly teens!
N now i knew the reason why,
No one dared to cross me by!
Convicted- Guilty was I
in the people's dumb court.
Outcast was the name
and seclusion what i got!
I tried to mix with people,
I tried to make'em laugh.
But in a world of hoax faiths,
My feelings were so dwarf!
As the winter came in
the birds set sail.
My comments lost worth,
My gags were old n stale!
As the trees dried
I failed to create dread,
Humans took me for granted
in my brawl for bread!
The drive-in was to glow,
when i came for rum!
Ignored by the crowd,
I felt like a bootless bum!
Smothered by this Scene,
I walked home in despair.
Baffled by the Question
"Why these jerks don't care?"
TO BE
CONTINUED................
Copyright © Prithviraj Kataria | Year Posted 2010
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Prithviraj Kataria Poem
Waiting for me next day
in the bar,
In the biz of gangs
they called him superstar!
I whips his crims
so he came for payback.
BAM! a bottle on my head
he yelled "Welcome Back."
Blood on the floor
and on the pane,
Not a single cloth
was left to stain!
Though they were more
and single was I,
I proved a handful
with a swollen eye!
Honkies flung me out
I crawled back at the door,
In stake to crush bones
I lead the score!
Czar behold me
with his hawkish orb,
Stirred by my guts
he gave me a job!
My CV read my name
and subscript GANGSTER,
In race of gangs
I sped as a roadster!
I wasn't the reason
for me being bad,
It was the world
who made a beast from lad!
The words of pride
in my eyes they saw,
You don't owe me fear
You owe me AWE!
Dedicated To my friends............. Shivjeet & Jose for
Encouraging me!
Copyright © Prithviraj Kataria | Year Posted 2011
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Prithviraj Kataria Poem
Her Monalisa smile set my teeth on edge
In my hitman diary her name i etch!
Dusk to sawn i hit up for the shooting star
Rolling around with a 9mm and a old guitar!
Copyright © Prithviraj Kataria | Year Posted 2012
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Prithviraj Kataria Poem
Dangerous is presence of the feeling
called Power
The notorious fist that clenched the
sun
An abominable eye that bridled the
dark
The pride when blended with ego is
sour
And so dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called POWER
The gift of respect is wrapped with
fear
As the meagre mortal not accustom
to that touch
This simply classifies the Hut and
the tower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called power!!
The dirt u dust beats the yellow
metal
Toadies besetting like the laughing
beasts
Affection denied, only lie left to
shower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
feeling called POWER
Copyright © Prithviraj Kataria | Year Posted 2015
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The Sapient and the Sages
Instilling in the veins of Ages!!
Masked is the armour of love,
Narrating Fables of Gravity thereof!!!
Gravity was never for Mortals!
Moon behold the Earth with Chortles!!
Blazing in the form of Gravity !
Earth Tugged the Moon sans privity!!
For the love of the Orb of Night!!
The Blue Sphere displayed all his might!!
By Bearing the torture of the Wight..!
Although Smoke Blurred Its Sight!!
Gravity was never for Mortals!!
It was the love of Earth for the Moon!!
Copyright © Prithviraj Kataria | Year Posted 2015
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Prithviraj Kataria Poem
Dangerous is presence of the feeling
called Power!!
The notorious fist that clenched the
sun
An abominable eye that bridled the
dark
The pride when blended with ego is
sour
And so dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called POWER
The gift of respect is wrapped with
fear
As the meagre mortal not accustom
to that touch
This simply classifies the Hut and
the tower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called power!!
The dirt u dust beats the yellow
metal
Toadies besetting like the laughing
beasts
Affection denied, only lie left to
shower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
feeling called POWER
Copyright © Prithviraj Kataria | Year Posted 2012
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A silly damsel in the pursuit of
peace
Missed the still, while she was
serene
But how cud she behold the sight of
her ease
Coz her sleep was blessed by
goddess irene!!!
People talked to her,said she is
mean
But i talked to her, she was squeaky
clean
Her feelings are high as the
mackerel sky
Sight of mere mortals cant go that
high
....... To be continued
dedicated to the lady who from
nothing has turned to something
and can turn into everything
Copyright © Prithviraj Kataria | Year Posted 2011
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