Works of Adityaa Wagh

Once upon a time there lived a man, Don't know his name but people called him Stan. Maybe he forgot that he had nature's rules to abide, And went ahead and declared the taste of Cyanide. He told this matter to the News, And within seconds he got thousands of views. His life then became a joyride, After he declared the taste of cyanide. People asked him how does it taste, And he told them licking that toxic paste. Its like a spicy ocean with a salty tide, Yes, that's what's the taste of cyanide. Soon he was referred as one of the gentic mutants, Because he used to taste all the toxic reagents. He had a secret talent that he didn't hide, It was the talent of tasting Cyanide. Companies started fighting for his appointments, And were ready to spend millions on this immortal patient. His energy drink was now Hydrogen Sulphide, After he declared the taste of Cyanide. But no girl wearing a wedding gown stood by his side, And poor Stan never did find a ...

What's the use of a poem in which rhythm ain't stationary. a poem for which the reader needs to refer the dictionary. What's the use of a poem that won't create suspense, sarcasm or fear? A poem that would appear just to disappear! What's the use poem that doesn't rhyme, A poem that'll consume a lot of time but eventually lose all its chime. A poem without rhyming words, Its like writing integers in surds. What's the use of a poem without a rhyme scheme? Just like a sundae without an ice cream. What's the use of writing in which stanzas are messed up and unequally spread. You could've written an essay instead!                               -Adityaa Wagh

No need to get sad about incidents, Nor become too much happy. What is now a scorching desert, Was once a lively sea. Learn to face situations, Don't escape or try to flee. For what once was trapped in a cocoon, Is now a fearless bumble bee. Not all people are meant to fulfill your expectations, Maybe not all of them were just. Not all have stood behind your back, The ones whom you used to trust. Sometimes it doesn't matter who; is real and who's fake. But who took a stand for you, When your dignity was at stake. But see that you neither become sad about this incident, Nor do you become too happy. The desert that I talked about, Is still a lively sea...                           -Adityaa Wagh

For others that building may seem cool, But I can't describe how much I hate my school. It's the primary source of pain, Oh god, tomorrow's school again. I dishartedly go only twice a week, And rest of the days I tell I was sick. Sick of this harassment to the brain. Oh god, tomorrow's school again. There are only a few there whom I can call mine, And rest of them I hate from the fringe of my spine. Bitchy behind my back while on my face they're like a sugarcane, Oh god, tomorrow's school again. And no matter how much I try pleasing them, They'll still call me lame and search for fame. And all my efforts will be in vain, Oh god, tomorrow's school again.                         -Adityaa Wagh                             ...

Sweet as sugar and everything nice, are the ones who have hearts of ice! No matter how much the matter is precise, They'll still add their own spice. At first they'll become the best person in your life, then they'll back stab you with their evil knife. I personally hate them from the spine, but they're a proof that their life is less interesting than mine. They call many people their best friend, Still no one ties them a friendship band. Neither anybody takes a stand, Nor does anybody hold their hand! Hugging from the outsides and burning in the insides, A body in which a jealous devil resides. They're not from their mother's womb, They're straight from the honeycomb! 😉                    – Adityaa Wagh

Who is a female? Someone important. Whose anger and love are variable, While care is constant. A female means trust. She is the base and she is the crust. Without females civilization will rust. And the world would turn into fine particles of dust. A female is a sign of loyalty, purity and innocence. And the one who posses the sixth sense. Apart from being an intricate synergy, She is the strongest form of binding energy. We must preserve her like a goddess; She's the one imparting life to an infant. Who is a female? Someone who's important.                     -Adityaa Wagh🙀

Life is a miscellaneous fable, That starts on the operation table. A heterogeneous mixture of oceans; Karma is the controller, we're just its minions. It is a real pain in the ass, At least till you become a carcass. It has its own monotonous to and fro. And you are in a brocken boat that you need to row. Understand that people will leave, Like the mist leaves the dew. And stop crossing oceans for the ones, Who won't even jump puddles for you. Do not care for what they think. No one would remember you once you turn into the leaves of maple. Life is a miscellaneous fable, That started on the operation table.             -Adityaa Wagh