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Alhad Barbadikar Poem
Summer's late,
I am left here to die,
Stuck in a phase,
And time wouldn't fly.
Asking me to change,
What do I be?
More like you?
What's in it for me?
Do I be a two faced man,
Or a ten tongued woman,
I'd rather be,
Alone & Inhuman,
She's selling my soul,
She's getting her gold.
She's got an endless greed,
More of me she needs.
A soulless man,
I do what I can,
Kill me now,
Like you kill my men,
Kill me in the middle of my dream,
So, I won't feel the pain.
If you see me in a piece,
Shoot me again.
Summer's near,
For her it's a fear,
She has to now bear me,
For I will be near,
In her home,
And on her bed,
While she's dreaming of others,
Inside her head.
Asking me to change,
This summer breathes a new life,
Look at her face,
Doesn't look like my wife,
She's already found,
Another man,
I'm a soulless body,
I did what I can.
Shoot me now,
While I'm alive,
Let me watch my blood,
Can't take anymore of this world.
All the kids playing outside,
Oblivious of this ride,
This ride called life,
Death is my wife.
Summer's far,
I am closer to death hour,
Do I bury my grave,
Am I so brave?
Or do I find a rope,
My only hope,
One thing agreed,
By all the wise,
Suicide,
The best advice.
Let this summer,
Take away my life,
And breathe one in her,
My beautiful wife.
I have nothing to live,
I have no place to stay,
Where is the light,
I don't see the end of my day.
I've got her by my side,
I'm promised her the best ride,
She's smiling,
So hard, I know she's pretending.
So, I take a gun,
Shoot her in the head.
I promised her,
This one last ride,
A beautiful death,
To my beautiful bride,
Drifting away,
Into the Sunset,
Love is an illusion,
Built in your head.
Shut all the voices,
Shoot yourself instead.
Summer's here,
And I am not there.
The price for her lie,
We've both died.
She's getting her gold.
She's got an endless greed,
More of me she needs.
A soulless man,
I do what I can,
Kill me now,
Like you kill my men,
Kill me in the middle of my dream,
So, I won't feel the pain.
If you see me in a piece,
Shoot me again.
Summer's near,
For her it's a fear,
She has to now bear me,
For I will be near,
In her home,
And on her bed,
While she's dreaming of others,
Inside her head.
Asking me to change,
This summer breathes a new life,
Look at her face,
Doesn't look like my wife,
She's already found,
Another man,
I'm a soulless body,
I did what I can.
Shoot me now,
While I'm alive,
Let me watch my blood,
Can't take anymore of this world.
All the kids playing outside,
Oblivious of this ride,
This ride called life,
Death is my wife.
Summer's far,
I am closer to death hour,
Do I bury my grave,
Am I so brave?
Or do I find a rope,
My only hope,
One thing agreed,
By all the wise,
Suicide,
The best advice.
Let this summer,
Take away my life,
And breathe one in her,
My beautiful wife.
I have nothing to live,
I have no place to stay,
Where is the light,
I don't see the end of my day.
I've got her by my side,
I'm promised her the best ride,
She's smiling,
So hard, I know she's pretending.
So, I take a gun,
Shoot her in the head.
I promised her,
This one last ride,
A beautiful death,
To my beautiful bride,
Drifting away,
Into the Sunset,
Love is an illusion,
Built in your head.
Shut all the voices,
Shoot yourself instead.
Summer's here,
And I am not there.
The price for her lie,
We've both died.
Copyright © Alhad Barbadikar | Year Posted 2014
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Alhad Barbadikar Poem
I've put on a watch
Yet i ask you the time
You ask me if i'm okay,well thank you I'm fine
My life's in a pit,it's all too confused
And all of this is my fault..i am the reason why this situation aroused!
My bro comes home,he says he,s got a cramp
Few people tell me,my poems don't make sense,they are just stupid rap
I wanna write something nice,win people's hearts
But i never managed to do that,I guess I am not sure of what I want
My life's confused,I don't know what I want to be
I wanna watch Simpsons for the whole of my life,I wanna feel free
But I'm bound to these chains of education,they won't leave me alone
Damn,I'm writing some crap dawg,dont call me on my phone
I'm sarcastic,I'm sick and I dont know why i write
Especially when i don't know what's wrong and what's right
I can't see my future,maybe it's too dark out there
I want a soul to show me the light,to put in some flair
Some inspiration in me,Some topic on which i could speak
I've been rejected so many times,I feel weak
I sit in my room and i keep on dreaming
I want to write something,but there's too much of noise
It's not the noise from outside,it's just my mind
What am I talking??? I am screaming,yelling actually nothing's fine
Everbody around seems to be so happy with their life
They've got a purpose to live & I'm still searching for mine
Been through 6 rejections..I question myself if I am truly in love!!
Damn..I cant write anymore..my head's too loud..too noisy it's disapproved
I want peace that state of mind
Well something which i never will find
Oh,wait a minute..I look at what I am holding
It's a pen with a sharp tip..then why am I scolding
Well I..I just pierce it down my chest
Red ink comes out,well everything happens for the best
I can see the light.. now that it's fading
Well no more does education hold me in its grasp
No more of criticism..no more of people calling my poem a rap
No more of girls rejecting me,No more of misery to see
No more of the stupid study study warnings
No more to hear that this world's starving
Darkness is coming back,ohh she's carrying me
I guess I found my soulmate,It was the devil
That i was supposed to be with
Well I realised how imprecious my life was a bit too late
The pen i was writing till now suddenly became my
"PEN OF DEATH'
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Copyright © Alhad Barbadikar | Year Posted 2011
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Alhad Barbadikar Poem
I know what you're thinking,
How did we get along,
It was going so perfect,
But I had to make it up all wrong,
And I know that you're thinking,
About the good ol' days,
How you never noticed,
but when you did you saw my ugly face,
And all the ugly things of mine,which were earlier fine,
Now seem to bother you,
All those walks we had,how I lost thy friendship,
In order to make your love mine,
But this wasn't lust,this was something true,
If love is blind,I lost my eyes when I looked at you,
Girl,you always wanted a better man,
Wanted someone true,
I was here all the while,
Wanting to be with you,
But girls about them,I'll tell you one thing,
They'll date anyone,but not somebody like you!
I'll tell you what I'm thinking,
About a few people who think I'm cheap,
Whenever it rains,it feels like the clouds weep,
For them my love's a lie,just a physical attraction,
My words never spoke,nor could my actions
For these words I never said to you,let me say
I wanted to be your better man,
Always stick beside you,
Do things that you like,and heal you if I wound you,
Now all I am searching in life,
Is for a direction to follow,and a thing to do,
For beautiful are many girls,but I'll never find anyone like you.
Copyright © Alhad Barbadikar | Year Posted 2012
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Alhad Barbadikar Poem
There lies a place beyond the pines,
A future filled with golden times,
I, for the life of me,
Cannot look that far away,
There seems to be no road ahead to choose,
I've frozen & yet time hasn't,
Am I stuck in a forest,
That's of my own making,
What is this place of golden times they talk about?
How are they sure?
As life passes away, a fading memory,
A fading memory, it keeps on passing,
I sometimes imagine not being born,
I close my eyes & I try to look,
I was just a child, ignorant & happy,
Happy in the coat of not knowing & in the arms of a book,
I look back & often find myself wondering,
Can it ever get better,
Will it ever get better,
Can you look me in the eyes & promise me it does,
Offer me the comfort of your advice,
Can you look me in the eyes,
Hold me a little & whisper your lies?
Memories like crushed photographs,
Even the bad ones make me smile at times,
I wonder if there lies something in the making,
Am I just on the starting line?
When did things change & these responsibilities like mountains.
Tower me & ask for acceptance,
I never asked for any of this,
I say take these away from me,
Can you borrow from me things that somebody lent me?
This feels like a bad dream,
I open my eyes & I know it is not,
There are no pines here, it's winter now,
It's always winter here,
The lies of warmth that you've been told,
I feel sorry for you.
If apologies help, do let me know,
If not, we'll burn down these pines together,
I promise I shall light the fire,
A fire that never ends,
Swallowing everything in its path,
A fire that you & I,
Shall both stare in the face of & laugh,
Come, sit with me here,
I'll talk to you about the pines.
Copyright © Alhad Barbadikar | Year Posted 2017
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