Gym Class

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they’re made of cheese
Or spoiled rotten meat. The toilets are all backed up,
And the floors are soaking wet.
The stench around the benches
Is from everybody’s sweat. The shower stalls are moldy.
All the uniforms are stiff.
The air reeks of deodorant;
I dare you—take a whiff! I’m not the smartest person,
But I know this much is true:
Instead of calling it P.E.
It should be called P.U.

-Neal Levin

Other poetry

Its not the way you think
Its not that I want to hurt
Its just a wrongly put effort

Its not that I mean to offend

What Lies

 

You told me you loved me,

but your eyes were empty.

You told me yo

Tumhari Sau Galtiyan

 

Tumhari achchai bahut achchi lagti hai,

Tumhari burai bahut buri lagti hai

Nazar lagao gey kya, meri eklooti mohabbat ko...

Q Bar Bar Dekhtay Ho Sheeshay ko tum...

Nazar lagao gey Kya, Meri eklooti Mohabbat k

Losing The Best Part Of Me

We fight we struggle

We kick and scream

Please let us back in

And wake us

NASEEB BADAL DE

वक्त से लड़कर जो नसीब बदल दे,

इन्सान

The Lost Soul
Scorching heat and sand
burning the feet
sweat on forehead
Oasis nowhere found..

Sur

kya pata hai tumhen

Kya pta hai tujhe?

ki mere jajbaato ka alfaaj tu hai,

mere hontho par bikhari mus

KHUD KO KABIL BANA

khud ko kaabil bana manjil ko apana bana…

Thak bhi gaya to 1-2 daud phir bhi laga&

TERE BIN AB CHUP CHUP REHNA

Bin tere ab chup chup rehna acha lagta hai,

Khamosh reh ke is dard ko sehna acha lagta ha