“7 Angry Men A few gentlemen, occupy a room They laugh and talk and gossip and croon Whatever they do, they do in unison Until it was time to leave, for the night is done The first agonized, with rain but no cover The second agathed over the fallen quarter The third in a hurry, stubbed his toe The shriek he incurred, woke those below The fourth, drunk enough, walked but failed The fifth, nonchalant about his car being towed The sixth, why, he can't leave Until everyone is gone, and hands over the keys! Seven angry men, They reside in a room Last one, you ask? Ah, beware - it might just be you” FictionHumourPoem Author:Dishebh Bhayana
“SAYONARA FOR NOW Sayonara for now Though it's been a short while Maybe we will meet again somehow Spelling off all the nasty vile Adieu for now The forlorn April has been stupendous Maybe our role in your life's play ends with a bow Arigatu for teaching someone like us ignoramus Au revoir for now Your influence shall be in our memories now Maybe we won't ever forget thou Hopefully, we will fullfill that vow anyhow” PoetryPoemsGoodbyeThank YouSee You SoonHappy To Meet You Author:Dishebh Bhayana
“Bad Decisions In the face of the duality of the world, line starkly drawn The good follow the decree, the bad frowned upon The rules and desires lived side by side Who was truly free, and who was straught bide? In the decisions you make, your path unfolds Either stradled by the norm, or the scowl of the desires Living in denial is the perpetual rite Was the darkness first, or was it the light? In life, the weight of the bad decisions are akin to levy They are the simile to the stigma of the society But ponder, had Fleming not left his lab in disarray, Would we have the Penicillin and its astounding fay? Would the harry potter's tales be as elusive Had Rowling's work not cast aside, intrusive? The abysmal decisions are the callus to the fractures The trump card in its dreadful adventures They aren't the woeful stories or substance But, a paving tale in the life's grand scheme of nuance” LifeAdviceDecisionsBad DecisionsGood Decisions Author:Dishebh Bhayana
“The Last Smoke (By Dishebh Bhayana) 'Tis was a fierce and growling night Mind and cigarettes, both were running tight. Thy packed up and called it a day Whilst an asian man showed up, in all his hazy gay. With all the pleads and all the prays Thy let the man with the big hat to have his ways. Eventually, the storm in the antheneum passed out And along with all the clues and all the proofs, they both sailed out. "For what it takes, we must catch the culprit", said the man with the pink skin "I will quit the cigarettes. For whatever it takes, we must catch the culprit", smoked the reporter with a blonde grim. The gentlemen nerves got tight When the castle came in sight. 'Tis was there chance, the only chance They barged in all along with a careful stance. "Say something! You can't be...you can't...", Sobbed the asian man Whilst the blood gushed out with the scream of the blonde, Wolfgang. "Finally, I can see it. The landscape of the end. Ahh! Can I...can I have one last smoke, To cherish this beautiful en...” FictionFantasyEmotionsEndFiction Writing Author:Dishebh Bhayana
“The days can be long and the nights be scary Questions may arise, and all can be awry But realise, if you have hope everything can stay If you believe, all will remain at bay Now the day has gone, and the darkness yet unknown I wish you good night, and the courage to stand on your own” DreamNightDreams Author:Dishebh Bhayana
“Into The Abyss In the midst of the wailing winds In the thickets of the ghastly fields I found a ring lying on the ground With the footsteps to follow around Frightened yet resolute, out in the dark i go In the willows beside the river An old man creaked in his chair in a queer "It has eyes everywhere, You can't escape once you're here" He whispered, as if his last breath And out in the dark I go In the cricket's cries, under the hollow moon I saw a graveyard with tombs dug through "Dead celebrate when the night is nigh For they revel in the living's cry", Said the men with the axe in tow, And out in the dark I go Somewhere out in the dark, distraught The footprints I stumbled upon were gone I had to return the ring, i thought But the one i was carrying was gone Where am I? I wish I would've known I stared into the abyss, all alone No soul within, nor outside stark I shouldn't have gone out in the dark I shouldn't have gone out in the dark” FictionDarknessAbyssForestMythical Author:Dishebh Bhayana