Saturday, April 14, 2012

THE LAST BULLET


Target photo -   Assassin’s phone flashed the message and picture,
Prepared to hunt the victim; he readied himself,
Carried the gun to shoot and machete to cut the prey,
On mission to earn livelihood,
Best killer; as he was known among his benefactors,
Always elusive and anonymous to his hirers,
Makes a deal and always asks motive to kill,
Killing was his game to fame,
Stalked the gullible to fetch right time to shoot,
Got the chance at deserted street to take down the prey,
Fired the gun and bullets pierced the ill-fated man’s body,
Blood spilling from head to toe,
Last bullet still in gun’s barrel,
Murderous hand holding the gun,
Paced near the body; knelt before the body and wept,
Gun pointed by him on his forehead and last bullet smashed his brain,
Assassin just killed his brother and followed the path of self-annihilation,
Murderer's brother conspired to kill him,
As killer's phone  dropped near his idle bloody body ,
Target Photo- Showed his face.

Friday, April 13, 2012

SPEEDING CAR

Adrenaline rushing feeling surfaced upon his whole shacking body,
As the engine of his car roared louder than lion,
Excitement revved from car to his soul,
It seemed to him that he is on journey of awakening,
Driver's Will power escalated more than the durability of car's alloy wheel,
5000 cc displacement  coupled with 16 cylinder engine boosted car's speed and his spirit,
Speeding car more than 250k/h and drifting perfectly by skilled hands on deadly way,
At last science of extra momentum surpassed his proficient driving,
Car smashed into peaceful lake and glided on water for few seconds due to pace,
Drowned in water that fabulous piece of metal with human body,
At last driver is feeling soothing as his morale was peaked,
Water in his nostrils didn't made him frightened,
Ecstatic to perish along with his red metallic car,
Poked by his friend which made him woke,
Who was sitting next to him driving a car he was dreaming of.


Journey of a timid

Forbidden graveyard filled with gory obelisks,
Walked the fainthearted with just silvery half moon as a guide,
Each step towards destination made him shiver,
His promise made him tread as vigilante,
On land where dead's are buried,
Trying to keep foot on track,
Closed his eyes and walked in utter darkness,
Air was thick and cold was increasing,
Inhaling oxygen taking all the might,
At last he succeeded and kept his foreboding,
Respectfully kept the snook's  ball on grave,
Wept for his dog and came back.