Splat.

You remind of a saggy ball lying splat on the terrace surface,
All open to interpretations,
Can you give them when men come to ask you for their part of air,
Which you said you know to give, to put it loosely.

Reflection

To the reflections of the world,

It can be said that you will receive what you show. 

Thought

"If you visit socials with your aunt do you become aunty social "

Spotlight.

When it shines upon you speak your voice loud and true,
Make sure the words are as well structured as the painted house across the street,
With its windows and lines all extremely wavy and asymmetrical when they meet,
The passing thought is exhibited in this funnel of divinity and the air around it swirls with the mist of a curious fleet.

The murdered cow.

A thousand tongues awake at night to spread knowledge like wildfire,

Like wise sages pondering over the carcus of a murdered cow in Ayodhya, 

Sit around the blood and ruins only to spend the next day eating the same meat,  with the same tongue.

Cc

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Life is a maze.

In the maze of life one often forgets that there are many ways to reach the end,

As one comes to the end one may often think about where one started out and where one was in between, 

It is through it all that one finally reaches the end of the winding circumferential path and looks back only to see the turn going left or right as per ones own imagination as you realise you define your maze and not the maze that defines you,

And then you look ahead and realise though there are many ways to the end you may never see it. 

The way she is.

The reason behind the way she acts is because of the particles of the past stuck in the inside of her skull she says,

The way she acts is not by choice but it is the force of the surroundings that propel her forward or sideways or backwards,

The reason behind the reason behind the way she acts is the circumstances she grew up in, the way her father laughed and the way her mother caged her,

The way she chooses loved ones, is dependant upon how people smile rather than whether they are smiling at smiles or smiling at tears,

The reason behind the reason behind the reason behind the way she acts is the way the clouds and planets and birds were positioned in the sky during the eclipse on the night she was born,

The way she is, oh the way she is... only a blind man can see... but what happens when one day the blind man can see.

Words strung together

The soul craves nourishment, feed it, embrace it,

When you walk upon fields filled with flowers of all kinds ranging from begonia and zinia to aster and yarrow, 

Think also of the poor homeless children who are thinking of more meaningful morrows, 

Think for a while and then let the thought go and carry on with the smile, 

For in this moment you are only here,  you are not fighting a war against poverty just because you want to, 

You are not a dreamer just because you dream, 

Nor are you someone for whom no one stays,  just because you do things you don't mean.

Looking glass.

Racing in the wrong direction against the flow of the eventual rat race that is to start, 

His heart felt a numbness and his nerves an inertia, 

So he moved faster assuming the colder wind may bring comfort to the cold body, 

As he reached the destination he strategically placed himself, 

Not so that the world can see the looking glass, 

But so that the looking glass can see the world...

Magnificent hope

They wandered upon the trail side by side,
Men in arm in arm in arm,
They saw a paradise that few had witnessed,
A huge change from the hell that had passed,
It was a twisted path in so much that no's were yes's and yes's were also yes's,
Forever forward never back,
It was a beautiful journey, the scenario was there for all to witness,
Once again perhaps, maybe in another life, when a blue moon pops up in the night sky,
But then all moons can be blue if you wear coloured glasses on your eyes,
And another life is always just a thought  away for those with hope like you and I.

Never say never

Do whatever makes you happy and brings a smile on your face. Whatever it is. Don't hold back as no one is defenseless other than the defenseless, in which case they shouldn't cause a problem. Everything goes.  Everything. When we come out of the shell that is the mind and see oneself looking at oneself looking through the eyes of another who is looking at a mirror we realise wow... Where was I all this while. The tale of the non believer goes untold but as long as there is belief...  No man shall be left behind.

Hand of God.

It is this hand that many has called the hand of God. It bringeth down Gods fury on all those who shall dare to question his will but at the same time it lets Lucifer be heard because he is the only angel that posseses free will. It is beautiful and it is ugly. For death defines life and life , death. For arrogance defines the lack of it and underestimation defines the right amount. Laughter defines , sadness and sadness is contained within depression. Which depression shall be present on the faces of all that is punched by this hand. It shows no mercy to those who have none and showers it upon those who have it in abundance. For every man makes his own choices, and lives by it. The hand exists in servitude to cleaning the surface of this impure earth from all that is unholy. The hand of God has intentions clearer than holy water and the hand of God does not ever shake.  It creates as much as it destroys and it seeks out the devil wherever the devil may choose his abode. It does not say "leave it" in between a gruesome task of peeling away the layers of filth such as that of cleaning the skin of a man who has not been graced with the gift of a bath ever. The hand is always steady, it is always ready for the ungrateful as well that may bite it as it feeds them. It is a part and parcel of its duties for it knows loyalty cannot be guaranteed as that is the beauty of loyalty in itself. Hell hath no fury as a hand such as this, nor does heaven have one so holy. It walks upon this earth neither doomed nor destined to anyplace. It lives where it lives, it does what it does, it sees what it sees and it goes where no man dares.

Fine lines explained

The endless feeling of wanting more,
Of wanting to do more, Of wanting to need more,
Of wanting to be more, Of wanting to want... more,
That is the only feeling which I know to be true,
Eminating from my stomach, it stops when it reaches my brian,
For somewhere along the way it loses its way,
Like an alcoholic who accidentally takes the escalator that's moving down to go up,
That way makes it less efficient but it makes for a good show.
Tired of the more, need less, tired of wanting to have more of less, tired of there being less of the more,
So much confusion out of so little thought.
What is it that one needs, is it more?? or is it less?? so you feel you are getting more if you do get something, while at the same time you still have less than you want.
Content-ness is a fine line, Decency is a fine line,  A human can be drawn using fine lines, and at the same time...
A bottle of whiskey has curves that are fine.
Besides the point.
Point being, the feeling stops at my mouth...
An angry scream I need to let out...
Pent up... it builds each day that goes by without my utilising this rage.
I need it. But I dont wan't it. Not less of it, for then I don't need it.  Not more of it, for then I don't want it.
A soundwave can be depicted by fine lines.
An actor's words are called lines.
But a liar's word's amount to him lying.
A liar is an actor, that's a line about fine lines.
An actor is always a liar, that would be lying to make a line.
Words are easy to twist. And lines are a series of words.
Two negatives make a positive.
But two wrong's don't make a right.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,
Or does it just leave two angry men with one eye each.
A man can be seriously funny or funnily enough serious.
Everything is perspective. Hitler hated jews but loved juice.
Gandhi loved peace but hated peas. Everything is a fine line.
And if a policeman chases an overspeeding car, over a state boundary just to give the driver a ticket,
That would be crossing a line to give a man a fine.
Everything is illusion and there is only one truth...
That there is none.

Hope is Black

What do you do when the lines that defined your soul has withered away,
Not because of anyone else, but your own acts and now you pay,
The hard way, but always, that's how you learn, they all say,
What makes it harder is the hope that it will end, not soon enough apparently,
What do you do when hope makes it harder, isn't it supposed to ease the pain gently,
Improve your well being, Like god 'heavenly', Hope ' o ' Hope where art thee,
I'm here bitch, look at me, now wave and smile back at me, I dictate your sorrow now,
Tomorrow's shroud, Blacker than clouds, Rain promising, an upside down frown,
A glass half empty or half full, doesn't matter if you can't see through, glass is black,
Hope is black, it all stacks, like creep camps.
One, two, three, four, when you walk out the door, in the morning you may never see,
The eye in the corner, looking right at thee. When you do, you are the fool, no matter what you do,
He will do too, the hope in the eyes, you cannot see, for hope is black, so are childhood memories.
Wonderful people, amazing world, good friends slipped through the cracks of my fingers,
Unable to retain, what comes in to your hands, because you're holding a bottle in one hand, and a
cigarette in the other.
You let go of the bottle and it breaks, whether half full or half empty,
Letting go of the cigarette is the easier gesture, adjust your feet for good measure.
Hope is black, which is why everything else seems brighter, when your mind is full of it.
A rant on hope is impossible, bordering on illegal if "nigga" you call it.... for Hope is Black.

Fine Lines

Have I suffered enough, sometimes I wonder,
Maybe not enough, and maybe too much,
Fine lines divide what's on top and what's under,
Like a fool who asks you about your spiritual journey,
Or another who thinks that might is right,
Like thorns of a fresh rose prickling into your fingers,
So beautiful and yet about the pain, only your skin knows,
Such is the wonder of nature and gods creations,
Of how fickle beauty and perception is,
Fine lines divide consciousness from one another,
Yet they believe that this is something else,
Or maybe it's something else because this believes it so,
A man who has faked death and pain,
Will never know when he is dead or if he is injured,
A constant buzz of nothingness consumes him,
Till the afterlife and maybe even beyond that,
To what lengths he used to go cannot be tread upon anymore,
Because he rebuked the very soul that taught him how to.

Life times infinity

Being born again is always an interesting thought,
Forces you to do good for what's beyond this life,
A ball and chain that have tied around you a knot,
Karma in the current world will surely decide,
What will happen when you leave this one behind,
So be good, be kind, do not kill any corrupt ministers,
Above all darkness and evil, try your best to rise,
Demonetisation hurts but killing would be sinister.

Being born again is always an interesting thought,
Some say they've experienced it before and they may be right,
If they can remember they're past who are we to say it's not,
All of us feel it sometimes but dismiss it as mere dreams of the night,
If one of us had to be born again, one should choose to be a Kite,
An Owl or an Eagle or even a Canary to entertain Sylvester,
Something with wings as all the suggestions involve flight,
Or pick anything else from the big book which is the animal register.

Being born again is alway an interesting thought,
Will we be conscious of the previous journey of life,
We had a while back and the joys it had brought?
The heartaches, the difficult decision we had to decide,
The bucket list that we were forced to leave behind,
The people we loved to be with, the ones we pestered,
even the ones to whom we made no difference dead or alive,
Just wondering if we'd be aware that's all or will it all be sequestered.

Hope we all are reborn, hope we are all able to fly,
Wish the whole world ends, just like a college semester,
Just to be born again so we can go on again to die,
The world is a cycle of energy, whether you are a Mrs. or a Mr.

Buried Alive In A Coffin

Damn it I can't see! Is there something wrong with my eyes,

Well it has to be that, not like I've been buried alive,

Only darkness all around me, why can't I see the sky?

Wait a minute... is this really happening? Am I underground?

Am I really being buried somewhere I can't be found?

I guess I am huh... Oh my God!! What in living hell do I do now?!

I do know that David Blaine was once buried alive for 7 whole days,

But he had a supply of liquid and I think even razor blades,

Maybe not to shave, just to end it all if he didn't make day eight.

Alright stay calm brother, don't scream and panic just yet,

Darkness will come and take over you, only if you let,

Maybe I should start thumping this coffin and start working a sweat,

I need to break out of this, that would be the hard part,

Starting to thump the coffin lid, seems like a good place to start,

But damn it the dirt keeps going into my eyes, I need to be smart.

I'll rip off my shirt and tie the bottom into a tight knot,

And then put my head into the neck hole and that will help a lot,

Alright done. Wow! This actually works, maybe hope is not lost.

*thud* *thud* *thud* why is this thing not breaking?

*thud* *thud* *CRACK* finally, I seem to be making-

progress in getting out of this hell-hole and escaping.

The wood is easy to tear apart... one more push.. yay! I'm out,

Don't get ahead of yourself man, not just yet, don't shout,

Need to dig upward fast before, by the earth, I'm drowned,

Damn my fingers hurt when I'm clawing at the sand,

"Damn it son! Life is unfair, stay strong and be a man",

Good thing I have that fine and helpful memory of my dad.

Though it took a while, I can see glimpses of sunlight outside,

Ahhh!!!! fresh airrrr.. clear blue sky.. guess it wasn't my turn to die,

Whew! I'm exhausted now, surprised I haven't broken down and cried.

 

Rebirth... Technically.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Like when your girl is kidnapped by the HateMonger,
Actions speak louder than words,
We can talk, those that fly are birds,
All good things must come to an end,
Like when Osho chappals were a trend,
A picture is worth a thousand words,
But to us poets that saying is blurred,
A watched pot never boils,
Like a watched seed in the soil,
Beggars can’t be choosers,
So not much hope for losers,
Better late than never,
Is a saying so you won't take forever,
Birds of a feather flock together,
Like two crows that are tethered,
Cleanliness is next to godliness,
Like deafness is second to blindness,
Don’t bite the hand that feeds you,
A dog who loves you wouldn't too,
Don't count your chickens before they hatch,
Dropping the ball before you've caught the catch.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Like a pretty girl when she is older,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder,
Damn I said that already, poem has rebirthed, so I won't go on any longer.

Early Morning Thoughts.

"I slept off watching the movie Insomnia... woke up and watched the movie Irony"

"If there was a profession to create puns, would a professional be called a pundit??"

Demonetisation

"The policy became to eject black currency,
Into outer space without any clemency,
But the whole thing soon backfired,
Built the common man a nice funeral pyre,
What was black is now in 2k notes, come and see."

"Demonetisation was Modiji's goal,
To make corrupt Netas grow cold,
Little did he know the goal he shot,
Would make the farmer sell his plot,
Modiji now doesn't call the goal his own."

Leave no one behind unless they want to be left behind but then try again once more.

Thoughts of a suicidal maniac are beautiful in its own way,
Psych! I was just kidding you fool just to get you to listen,
Don't ever get the idea that suicidal thoughts are Christian,
It's just blasphemous and atrocious and deadly bait.
would you ever want anyone to look in the mirror and slay-
themselves, thereby forgetting their own life lessons,
Just because they felt like something in their life was missin',
Hope to God no other nor you have these thoughts and pray.

Jesus, I just want you to bless them and keep them safe at night,
Shiva, please don't take them away yet, let Vishnu watch over them,
Allah ,can you watch over these lost souls and show them the light?
All I ever want is everyone to be happy, Women and Men,
Keep them away from sadistic fools and please hold them tight,
Unless of course there is rebirth, we're born again and we're all German.

Obviously.. Then What?

A wise man once was,
Who knew a lot about a lot,
He was a man without a cause,
All he had were his thoughts.

His thoughts were wise
But apparent as sunlight,
And that was his demise,
For what he knew as wrong and right.

He expected everyone to know,
But little did he realise,
That some would just show,
They knew just to penalise.

Others for their wrong acts,
Not for their belief in good,
Just to be saintly and talk back,
And maybe get ahead if they could.

He was too wise for his age,
Too much power, in just two hands,
He realised the simplicity in a man's rage,
In a child's smile, a woman's dance,

In a teacher's words and a birds' chirp,
He started to see the reason of being,
That reasons to be are in dearth,
And there are no reasons to be,

Because to do is to be and to be is to do,
One said by Socrates, the other Plato,
Just proves once again what he already knew,
is the truth and it doesn't have to be propounded by NATO.

Toe To Bottom

Eeny meeny miny moe,

Catch a tiger by the toe,

Wait for him to bite your hand off,

either that or it's a Mexican stand-off.

Between you and a beast, that's double your size,

for that furry feline, your heads the prize,

All he wants to do is rip into you,

Bite into ur flesh and see what's new.

We forget sometimes what the writer said,

grab a f**king tiger that wants to rip off your head,

So that you'll shoot him without thinking,

With all that adrenaline you don't need drinking.

And just like that you're the villain now,

The beginning of how they'll try to bring you down,

Cause all of a sudden you've been sinning,

Just cause you did what they thought of from the beginning.

So maybe this saying was just a trap,

For a taste of tiger blood and all' o 'that,

Who would be so devious so as to devise,

This devious plan and get you to victimise,

Yourself and the tiger, oh yes that's true,

Don't just blame the writer for what you did too,

You shot the f**king tiger with a f**king gun,

Then u f**king act like your a f**king nun,

Cause the tiger was minding its own day,

When you came along and took it all away,

Just cause you were a fool to believe some guy,

Would u have listened if it was a needle to your eye?

But it's ok don't worry my friend,

You don't have to think that this is the end,

Maybe it's just the start to a big bright future,

of Poaching days to come, a new habit to nurture.

This may sound crazy but then maybe,

Somethings aren't meant to be straight just wavy,

With that thought, I leave you, my friends,

A poacher or not, the end will be the end.