Poetry

1. A GENERATION WHICH NEVER LOSES. WE ARE GENERATION
Y
Out of the clutches of societal desperation,
Out of the realms of spurious religious conflict,
Out of the gutters of frustratingly penalizing politics,
Out of the traditionally barbarous mindsets of the typical chauvinist,
Out of the tunnels of superficially illiterate darkness,
Out of the battlefields of fanatically baseless bombarding and war,
Out of any brutal offerings of flesh and life to the feet of the Omnipotent God,
Out of the stinkingly deplorable hell of feckless dictatorship,
Out of the monstrously malaise mansions of tyrannical rules and regulations,
Out of the sinister dungeons where definitions of 'caste', 'creed', 'color',
remained jailed,
Out of any frigidly exploiting caves of 'tantra', 'yantra', 'mantra' and
astrological drama,
Out of any evil spirit trying its maniacal best to forever taint the fabric of
humanity,
Out of any impractical preachings which ludicrously seemed applicable only
after death,
Out of any anecdote of self inflicted loneliness which only led to dementia at its
very best,
Out of mush-mushy candy floss romances which only led to shattering of the
heart into an infinite pieces,
Out of the dusty roads of laziness and foolhardy stagnation,

2. Out of the holocaustic perverted mindset- which massacred at random in the
robes of a holy priest,
Out of the non-existent shadows of anarchy—which'd cast a pall of morbid
gloom across each aspect of our priceless senses,
Out of the blackness of ignorance which let us breathe only to the song of
strangulating death,
We're here. We're back. We're roaring n alive as the generation of the new
millennium—as the generation which never loses—as the generation of now—
as Generation Y .