“SeLf CoNfrOnT”- the admittance of truth…

Peace all if goal..
Where is the path..?
What made you lost..?
Why being so harsh..?
Pain all do exist…
It needs to be apart…
What thats intense..?
Making you from world depart..?
“She” can heal it all..?
If yes than why you don’t…
All could be can…
But never you just won’t…
What made you this..?
What cares you so far..?
Everyone you “against”…
Why with self this “war”..?
Every night you “cry”…
Later than you sleep…
Whom you think of, why..?
Immense pain, sorrow belief..?
You make your work all best…
No but your soul enough…
Whats that so far..?
You live your life so tough…
Its been ages, you haven’t smile…
Ain’t haven’t yet you think…
You even don’t realise…
That tears when eyes blink…
You achieved all by “own”…
Yes things yet to “admit”…
They can all by your side…
You but haven’t let “permit”…
Wounded yes, you are…
Rest all you need…
Nuance of care…
Love as to feed…
What you are going to do..?
Have anything yet you planned..?
Atleast for a moment…
Remove all boundaries n banned…
Tears won’t give you all…
All that which is “must”…
Few smiles, nature n time…
Bit care of her n “lust”…
Take care of your tears, atleast…
They sometimes come with blood…
Burning each n every time…
Like a bitch, paid slut…
They go for lunch together…
You open your box alone…
What there is your box..?
That you never let any, none…
Busy all world is…
Hence yes you too…
Halt exist sometimes…
You halt but never your shoe…
How you live such life..?
So much of limits n law…
Who lives like such, look around…
No one like this to “saw”…
You are also a human…
But why then all so..?
Why you be so serious..?
So down, deep n low…
You are present, yes but not…
Among people in world…
Silver jubilee as your age…
Ain’t interacted yet with “girl”..!
Bizarre, rare and strange…
Thats all what you are…
Ocean contains some limit…
That limit you kept in “jar”…
You made all alone…
Alone you walked n made so far..!
Ain’t yet you felt life the way…
The way it should be so far..!

#HiM@Nshh ReCoRds 2K21

“BeNcH oF ScHoOL”

Ink all again…
Few things and stuffs…
Things to rewind…
Some truth with bluffs…
That time n phase…
That race n the “life”…
Ease, calm n happiness…
Irrespective of options n “choice”…
Heaven was the “space”…
All hence the “rule”…
Dreams, aims n wannabe…
All sluggish, innocent n “fool”…
Start of the day…
All to begin hence…
First come, first serve…
Battle of the “bench”…
That bells “noise”…
Happiness at the peak…
Smiles and the laughs…
So immense, intense n deep…
That friends, that clan…
All hence went “rest”…
Beliefs, emotions, thoughts…
All was at “best”…
Exist few things…
Fight, argument n beef…
Attitude, things to continue…
Shall, but, will n if…
Still in soul that girl…
Where she went in grief..?
All could have been better…
Things we hadn’t brief…
Mind still in that “zone”…
Lecture n that “mam”…
Mind sometimes “delete her”…
Soul says “she still in spam”…
Many things to say…
Hard but all is…
All went away n away…
Soul sometimes still “miss”…
What we are today…
All just by “belief”…
Pain n some “sorrows”…
Gain n some “relief”…
And today is the day…
Balling day n night…
Where are but those days…
Cheers, happiness n delight…
Change do the time…
Also but the “goal”…
Irrespective of region…
People, community n “role”…
Gained alot still…
In future will gain some more…
Heights but not those “time”…
That intensity all “hardcore”…
Limits are as “sky”…
Life rule as “fence”…
Protocols, rule, the game…
In memories that schools “bench”…

#BeNcH oF SchOoL

HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…(2K21)

“VoiD oF CaRe”…

Ink again to mark…
The marks on heart…
Time passes, life goes…
It never but departs…
Void of care…
Somewhere it feel…
Exist n persist…
Ain’t any to heal…
Among this world…
Between the caste…
Hence it exists…
Just to stay, never departs…
Void of care…
What can be done..?
With self, belief n past…
With someone or with none..?
Who creates this void..?
Time, they or us…
Need, will or desire…
Starving fast n deep thirst..?
Results are to harm…
Life, soul and heart…
As just all “world”…
No support or impart…
Void of care…
Right people n their nuance…
Irrespective of set backs…
One easily can bounce…
Who being right..?
Hence to admit…
In life and heart…
Head to head persist…
Right company if one get…
Ain’t than can one betrayed…
Many came in past…
Hardly any stayed…
Its all about the time…
Peace and screaming voice…
Changing yes all world…
No fit for any void..!

HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…(2K21)

Void of care…

NuDiTy of SoUl- ThE JuDgEmEnTs..(InTerNaTiOnAL WoMeN’s DaY)

Believe of one…
Questions of many…
Admired by all…
Accepted ain’t any…
What’s all to judge..?
Judge but for what..?
For flower which got broked..?
Or for that broken pot..?
We all have perspect…
Hence being the life…
But world all to “judge”…
Words, sentences the “knife”…
She has a close “Relation”…
She had been found “twice”…
Who the hell are you..?
To keep an eye for “thrice”..?
Thrice if she found…
Talks continues and still…
Words, judgement, allegations…
Cruel world’s aim n will…
We pray for all of “best”…
Best but can’t be seen…
Game still continues…
For gossips they so “keen”…
Good as by soul…
Advice by many…
Support, understand, help…
Never ain’t by any…
Bodily level of judgement…
Her pains n sigh…
Shorts, open legs…
Their eyes, but why..?
Continues all the stuffs than…
Who, what to be care..?
Democracy, law, exist…
In favours all “unfair”…
Good if all “we”…
Why than all so..?
Ain’t any justification…
Designation high, thinking slow…
We all need a space…
To be love, respect n let…
First night, white sheets beneath…
She bitch, if ain’t that red..!
She already being married…
If she with other got “spot”…
Things again round n round…
Who, whom and what…!
Nudity is dedication…
Its by soul not by world…
Judgement still continues…
Women, men n young girls…
World turning around…
Moving ahead to mark…
We still stucked “somewhere”…
Dim that positivity “Spark”…
Ink can’t all…
If yet to express…
Ain’t even to convey…
Such a mammoth mess…

#International women’s day..(2K21)

HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…(2K21)

“ArOmA oF MoNeY”…

Rules and base…
Base to inhale…
Money all if hence…
Ain’t any to be “fail”…
How much you earn..?
What you do all hence..?
They all just to “judge”…
Till “money” as the “Fence”…
She have enough “choices”…
His only option n choice…
She all were around, community…
He exist being silent “voice”…
Standards and class…
Classes and the group…
Money again behind all…
And all continues the “loop”…
He gotta big exchanges…
She rollin round and round…
Day and the night…
Riding Euro, dollars and pound…
Aroma of money…
The biggest drug to addict…
Children to ancestors…
Many died, many Verdict…
Aroma do spreads…
Limit ain’t to define…
Irrespective of distance n clock…
India’s 02:30 pm to UK’s 9…
Money all as so…
Relations but suspect…
What’s over if any…
Religion or countries “perspect”…
This ain’t what all…
Even if ink try…
Will remain many questions…
What, so, being and why!!!
All hence the game…
Few chilling it all…
Few picking that meals…
From streets which was fall !!!
Some donating for good deeds…
Few balling all for “black”…
Money still is “the money”…
Being “Ace” among “all Jack”…
He neglected at the “parties”…
Groups and hence all…
Money riding force behind…
Between spaces hence the “wall”…
Man creates money…
But money creates man…
Hence all the ability…
“Will vs CaN”…

#AroMaoFMonEy…

HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…(2K21)

“DaRk N DaY”

Day when “start”…
“dark” among DaY…
Not but the “NiGhts”…
Stars never “say”…
Dark as “pain”…
Past, few Regret…
Open eyes smile…
Closed as being wet…
Day all exist…
Never easy to face…
Dark being “within”…
Fame n fate…
Nights already “dark”…
If one to see…
“Stars” being as so…
Bright, spark to be…
Day all of those…
Farm, cloud and air!!!
Nights became day…
Few notes, all “fair”…
Darkness of “Night”…
Brutal than the “Day”…
Molested,killed, raped…
Freedom when “may”…?
Darkness of day…
“Ancestors” do stand…
Boys n the “Girls”…
Cheeks, palm, “hand”…
Days all world…
Nights to be in your “space”…
Irrespective of person…
Designation, position, state…
Story to continue…
Thoughts change “may”….
Life continue and goes…
Dark n the “Day”…

DaRk n DaY…

HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…(2K21)

PriOritY Vs PrImE — The ReLaTioNs…

Friendship, relation…
All this time to “mark”…
Betrayal, daunt exist…
Positivity still to “EmBaRk”…
Being with them all…
Events, movies n show…
When you mention it…
They deny being “low”…
Whats the thing then..?
Priority vs Prime…
Dedication all rock…
Whatsoever slow “time”…
“Priorities” are of theirs…
And hence all prime…
“Good” being rejected…
“Accepted” sins and crime…
Who was there at movies..?
Fashion shows, or DJ nights…
When someone recognise it…
Ain’t they accept hence “fight”…
Priorities you need to mark…
Not “people” but of “self”…
Ain’t any yours in battle…
Nobody hence to “help”…
You made all alone…
Why than today..?
Their ain’t with you…
Why to think than “may”..?
You don’t know what goes…
People n the “crowd”…
Your respect to guilt…
Silent but “loud”…
“Glamour” all they want…
Crowd to “realise”…
With them all “pleasure”…
Best n being “precise”…
What can one’s emotions???
Affection ain’t right…
One dying to have words…
With others trip of night…
Its hard to accept those…
Martin, Julie, jesicca…
Lefted in pain, alone…
Her “David”, his “Erika”…
Few words would have “healed”…
Concern if they…
Best for them…
You even, still may…
Whats your priority, now???
Limits being “time”…
All about the rule, hence…
Priority vs Prime…

#PrioRity n PriMe…
#HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…(2K20)

ThaTGiRlwaSBuT “a BiTcH”…

Again pen to drop…
Few unclear spotted ink…
Holding it all still…
Every time when eyes blink…
We make best for them…
Whom we worth n so…
Irrespective of any entity…
Whatsoever high or low…
But rule of all world is cruel…
With exclamation n sigh…
Unbalanced emotions relation…
Successful all humans, being high…
A bitch is all what she…
Makes warm your bed for “buck”…
One exist whom you love…
Your life all she “Fuck”…
Ain’t any reason to explain why…
It exist and persist together…
You beg, n beg for her…
She sucks you ever n ever…
What made her to do this..?
Oh yes you ain’t a “fool”…
Fun all she wanna hence…
Your emotions all as “tool”…
Pain pierces into soul…
Soul ain’t wanna peace…
Something broken in a manner…
“Piece of cake” to cut as “ease”…
Time anyhow pass…
Ain’t just it stop…
Irrespective of any…
Bottom n the “Top”…
Human beings all are…
One for another…
Hence all to move…
Hence so further…
But fucked when soul is…
Intense blood in eyes…
Every breathe a “question”…
Who suffers, only realise…
But nature exist all too…
To give what you gave…
Right from poor to rich…
Cowboy hence to “brave”…

Every thing ain’t fine…
Goals today but gained…
Everyday but guilt, sigh…
Intense of that girl hence pain…
World exclaimed what n how..!
Achievements n the grades…!
You never give the damn…
Who cares now, being love or hate…
You travel day n night…
All taking all with you…
Inspite world’s glamour, spark…
Irrespective what false n true…
Nothing to get regret…
Remained but a “glitch”…
You trusted that one “girl”…
That girl was but a “bitch”…
Whom to stay n stand…
Happy by whom or which..?
She took away your life…
That girl was but a “bitch”…
You earned a lot by yourself…
Enough among marked “Rich”…
Money ain’t just can’t “heal”…
That girl was but a “bitch”…
Why but you get hurt..?
When world call her “bitch”..?

ThaT GiRL WaS But a “BiTch”…

#HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…
#2K20

“LoNeSoMe” – ThE MiNdSeT

Ink again few drops…
Few drops but to freeze…
Reality n belief…
Hence “expect” so “ease”…
What we want..?
What we wanna so..?
If all is that, whats upto..?
Getting down n too “low”..?
They went away, all gone…
All gone or our “belief”…?
Battle is with self…
Neverending but the “beef”…
Its good towards the best…
To stay with and to stay…
We are all humans but…
That feels too hard, bit “may”…
Who cares for whom..?
In this materialistic world..?
Some expect with boys n men…
Few hang up, just for a girl…
Its all just the mindset…
But exist one true fact…
“LoNeSoMe” being the reality…
“Gregary” all just “act”…
It may leave nothing…
Or maybe the “peace”…
Nothing vs all…
“Peace” ain’t that ease…
React or response…
For what which till being..?
For that you hold today..!
Or for that you were so keen..?
We ain’t got any…
But yes we can give…
Attitude all as “game”…
Positivity the “belief”…

2K20- a HiM@Nshh ReCoRds presentation.

“WaNnaBeS”…

Ink n soul…
Again just to “maRk”…
So as to glow…
Grow by toiling “SpaRk”…

On the top n stable…
They want to be…
Open eyes “black”…
With close they wanna see…

If by own, than may…
But, but not as so been…
Work like a “moody bitch”…
And they say they are “keen”…

Best comes out…
From soul, tears and pain…
Whatsoever situation, state…
Spring, winter or rain…

All just they wanna talk…
They talk for what to “make”..?
What made them against you..?
For what, which aim or sake..?

They want to mark their name…
How will it, they “won’t”…
Behind the back, all politics…
In front so sweet but “don’t”…

“Simple” is the game…
So hence is the rule…
“Karma” fucks you to all…
This is how its “cruel”…

Tears Pierces into blood…
Blood sucked by the soul…
Irrespective of any support…
Hence one achieves all goal…

Not by barking about…
World n of hence…
Limitations you define…
Within or beyond “fence”…

And when someone marks it…
They feel jealousy n hate “immense”

#Wannabes…

#HiM@Nshh ReCoRds…(2K20)