Boyfriend and Girlfriend!

Defend.

That's what boyfriends do.
Defending their territories.
They are like warriors,
protecting the thing they own, they possess
-- their girlfriends.
Always watchful like a dog,
smelling piss of any other dog
in their marked (with the piss) territory.
And if they find marks (piss)
of any other dog on their property,
they bark
and sometime they bite.

Their mouth full of rabis,
ready to peel flesh off the new dog.
When they ensure
that their bitch are with them,
they fuck them -- in doggy style.

And the puny girlfriends
would let go of anything
for the sake of their boyfriends
-- their dignity,
their social circle
and most of all the right
to "hold their heads" high.

They are always willing
to bend on their knees,
bow their heads down
and give a great blow job!



Swapnil Bhartiya

Misery!

I am a writer.
I am the creator of worlds.
I decide people's fate.
I decide who lives and who dies.
I snatch happiness from them
And I give them misery.
I seldom give them happiness.
I can't give that.
I don't give that.

Misery is the word.
I aint no self made man,
I am made,
whatever I am today, by 'the' God.
One god created another
And still creating many more like me.
We, the gods, get up at dark night,
When every one else is sleeping
And build the worlds.
Worlds you live in.
Do you feel miserable, ever.
God did it.
He will give it more.
You are still not in my scripts,
So don't blame me for that.
You deserved it.
I deserve what I got,
What all I am going get.
The pain I have is something
I have earned.
You have earned your pain.
The happiness you have
has been a charity
donated to you, you haven't earned it.
You just can't earn happiness.

-- Swapnil

The Girl With Fair Skin

She craved for love
she was often surrounded
by those who wanted
to love her
in their own manner
not the way
in which she wanted.

She would test
one man after another
and conclude
they don't know
what love is.

She was waiting
for her prince charming
in 21st century.
In the age when
love is a commodity
The age when lovers
converted into
dispensable
boyfriend and girlfriend
who care more
for their own freedom
than bondings.

The age of
attractive packages
and manipulated
stuff inside.

She would refuse the one
who would want
to accompany her
back to home
to ensure she is safe
And expect the same
from someone else
and then when the other
refuses and leave her
at the train station at night
would sit and cry
why can't people give her
what she needs.

She would refuse the one
who would ask her
to come to her place
and celebrate here birtday
And expect the same
from someone else
and when no one else turn up
will sit and be sad

She will always value
what's not going to be hers
and will always refuse
what wanted to be hers
She, the deprived,
owing to her own desires
sit at the window and look out
while the door was open
and she could have walked out
and felt what she saw.

A girl with a fair skin
lived her whole life sitting at the windows
while the door was wide open.

Life's Comin To Fuck You...Again

Life will fuck you so many times
that you will forget
when was the last time
you had the best fuck of your life.

And don't worry,
life will return...
to fuck you again
and again and again
...and only death
can release you from that pain

...but you ain't gonna die that early
...it ain't over yet
...there is no quick escape
...there is no easy death
...its like breathing
with all your ribs broken,
every breath hurts you like a hell
but every time you hold your breath
your lungs began to explode
its a choice that you can't make
its a choice that you 'have' to make
to breath and to get hurt
life is returning
to fuck you again
I am all fucked up,
I don't know about you....

Swapnil

Nothing!

Who am I?
Why am I here?
What am I doing?

Why am I not someone else?
Why am I not somewhere else?
Why am I not doing something else?

Could I have been someone else?
Could I have been somewhere else?
Could I be doing something else?

Would I want to be someone else?
Would I want to be somewhere else?
Would I be doing something else?

Being myself is being nothing
Being here is being nothing
Doing this is doing nothing

I am nothing
I am nowhere
I am not!

People. Life. And Me

I have met so many people in my life. Some became friends. I have made few friends in my life and have lost few too, one by one. They came and they went, at the same pace. This transaction still continues. I believe lot of new people will come into my life and they will walk away, too. That's what people do. But I am lucky that these were the good people, these were the best souls one can come across.

But, I need something to stay. There is nothing to stay. Or there is?

Books. They are my best friends. They have not chosen to walk out of my life. They have not chosen to be read by someone else and not me. They have not told me that they have found a better reader than I was, or I would be.

A man who has not been loved, who cannot be loved, should not be loved!

And this is the way I am going to live my life.

The Drops!

we are all drops
for a romantic is a drop of rain
for a worker
its a drop of sweat
for a loner
its a drop of tear
for a mother
its a drop of milk
for a soldier
its a drop of blood
for me
its just a drop

we, wanting to be oceans
always remain drops
scattered here and there..
All over


Swapnil