Serial killer escapes jail and assaults innocent dreams

Clear as muddy sea
I’ll telltale of a killer
Who got caught but fled

Spring of hearts mastered
Got best of us he bastard
Then he killed our selves

He chanced our fine smiles
Left this unending distress
Crushed hope and then bailed

Soft hearts and kind souls
Ours that but turned to black coals
Burned then drowned then sold

One who that rules lives
make us tremble like leaves dried
and fear godly thrives

Dreams, Friends, Lots of fun
Children as we were pondered
Now mortgage, rent, runt

Under our nose he
pinching evilish fork teeths
bleeds ours good souls dead

Serial killer
Murdered our innocent dreams
Known as mister fear

He destroyed more lives
Then anything else that’s known
in heart feels like a kidney stone

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Flickering snow

I would like to know how it feels to grow

with life so good and company above

I would like to see how it feels to feel

the love exists in hearts of yours

I would like to hear the sound of breath

when I put my head on bosoms of yours

But maybe I would not be able to taste

your flame with my flickering snow


You picked me up when I was fragile as glass

was already broken when you cast me far

you fixed me well, you made me strong

You left me then, again broken and alone


I wish I knew if you loved me at all

You lifted my spirits, then threw me down

You killed the dead, before shining him light

You just gave up on me, left without a fight


I wish you loved me, I wish you do

If ever you did, I wouldn’t have let you go

But I guess it’s my fate, to that I bow

to your farewell, my flickering snow.

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Lost Soul

Lost Soul

Last night I slept half past four
Couldn’t sleep while my three brothers snore
I stared at the ceiling which reminded me of sky
Like a jolly daylight, moon lit our room bright
I thought of having a dream as I sleep
Lucid to be, I’d like demons to creep
They would not scare me, I’ve seen enough dark
Cold as coldest winters, days fierce and stark

I would like to be scared though; I really need some sleep
How Am I supposed to wake up early, if I don’t stay in my kip
I stood up, emptied snacks into a bowl
Felt too random, curious, anxious, have I lost my soul?

Lost Soul


Lost Souls

Lost Soul

I try to wake up early, and I try to make it out
with a blurred vision I would see, I would hear sound that loud
Then I would put on my glasses, to see the world as it should seem
with stiffed back I would stretch, nature again would look so mean
I’ve seen good times and bad too, but I never seen the best yet
my days would pass by as I, climb up or fall back
I don’t laugh or cry much, I feel very emotionless
I’ve always helped as much as I could, but never heard that one yes
I think God looks after us, or as this was what I used to think
but this is one possibility, and so is that God does not exist
Like this, my day would pass by and as I would go to sleep
And time would go fly till past four, and I would still not even blink.




Just a casual poem, in which I expressed my heart and the story of “how I got fat in last summer” which, to be frank, many of my dearest friends have been asking. So yes, I empty the bowl of snacks every night, I am sleep deprived and my day job includes sitting on a desk for 6 hours straight. Anyways, for more reasonable and logical stuff, follow my Instagram/twitter/facebook @reesgargi

I am including a healthy diet and good workout routine now, for a good mind, you need a healthy functional body.

Cheers ?

Lost Soul

Melody O’ Whit

I was not much into poetry when I first penned down this poem. In fact, this is my second poem among the nine I had written so far. This is about a woman, under a dilemma. I’m not a feminist, to be honest. We all fight for our own rights sometimes, let it be any gender among the two. But this woman, in the poem, has two choices under the circumstances. She can panic and run like a normal person would do, or she can just sit, enjoy some mild music and her cuppa. It’s a war going on for god’s sake.

Melody O’ Whit by Rees Gargi

Fancy a black tea in the hammock

Wore in velvet gown and fedora

With a mild sound of verginal

Tore she red sock lit the menorah

She is a woman of Christian

And her father was a jew

Murdered many men for religion

But she enjoyed her tea like few

She knows she would die alone

Just the like she was born

All the troubles and one of wit

She drinks tea, melody o’ whit

Her smile is innocent as a child

But she is none like religious gits

She knows better to enjoy the state

So she drinks tea, melody o’ whit

Her brother turned to Islam

But he chanted the name of Ram

Stabbed and hanged in the east

Name of Quran uncomely crimped

Politics rised with a mask of skit

She drink tea, melody O’ whit

Families are cramped in a box

Families of others owns heaviest rocks

No one lives religious but divide

Lives in false happiness with fake pride

But the world is heavily biased

Name of God dragged to a sham

She is powerless lest many throats slit

And she drinks tea, melody O’ whit

by Rees Gargi