We love to hate them
Politicians who engrave love into our hearts
By promising us promises that we love to be promised
He said, it ain't my fault that am rich
Because your ignorant
He said, your poor
And you love stories about being rich
And am rich
And I have stories for poor, about being rich
Mediocre
So you used to go school get yourself educated
Information is all that matters, but too late for you.
You'd rather be home and watch movies and ****
Impressing nobody,Vibin, old school and ****
Untill one day you wake up, your life wasted
Bulding companies that you'll never own and ****
You realize your just a laborer in this chain of life
And your the right guy for promises and ****
Evolution
I like poems that rhyme
A symphony, the ultimate beauty of ryme scheme
Like a sad pathetic story, that suddenly made it
A perfect song that touches the soul, and the lyrics,
Blend with your everything
From your failing ralations and weight of the universe
Choking your existence
........ And the lyrics, blend with your everything
Except the reality that your probably stuck in a maze,
And humans are always depsrate to be lead.
So we selected an enticing promise and we collectively
Elect it
And we feel happy
And We toast to our independence, or evolution or whatever you call this type of ****
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
Then I'll be stuck in the epicenter
Of a very catastrophic outbreak
I'll be exposed
Maimed
and wonder if technology
Is the cause or savior of my fate
I won't listen
and settle on a very reasonable ignorance
I'll cling to God
Like we always do
And wonder if I'll go back when this is over
I'll blame everyone but myself
Rant and explore probabilities
I'll do what we do best
I'll be human
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC
Dear 18th century
I thought you should know that
earth has officially been destroyed
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
Am just a lazy poem born, crafted by a tired soul
Words seem illusive when you try to
Pound them out of a dead mans brain
Some poems feel like a resistance
Against some invented ideals
Tainted by imposed patriarch
Who know nothings
but holds onto a scripted reality
Ugh, Am just a lazy poem tuning into
A frequency of love
the ballads and broken heart
the blissful days
the trust cemented by hope
And the wishes cealed by prayers
Some poems feel like funerals and weddings
the tears that can't be held back
the flowers, the scent
the memories and cealed fate
And the promises of what the future holds
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 1:24 PM UTC
Life happened
And dust settled on silence
Nothing could be said
Nothing could be heard
But memories
Could be felt
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
Peddling through her dreams
Wondering if she has sacred spaces
In a world deluge by darkness
She needed to trace those places
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:30 PM UTC
Took a break from writing
Been enveloped in what seems to be a
Confusing reality,
And the repercussions of everything
Been arguing or discussing
With a friend about world economy
And how the world has become a global village.
And the warning signs of how this could be devastating than 2009 recession
And the devastating consequences of our ignorance when it comes to politics
Been 8 months, since I truly sat down and wrote something
Something like a poem, a shade of reality or a rant, as I famously call them
Been awhile since I wrote about what I believe
My perception on our cultural activities, societal uh-uhm "clings"
All that ticks with our behavioral patterns
Religions, last I checked I was reviewing lord Shiva ( Hinduism) and Buddhism
Intresting stuff
Isolation and social distancing
Got me thinking of how we live our lives
Wondering if social media has been isolating us and the governments are just making it official?
How we are dependent on virtual reality!
How lonely one can be!
What and who matters, me, you, us, them, vanity!
Why we fear death and never live our lives preparing for it!
Life
I don’t have a certain answer to the big questions of why and how to live, but my best guess is that life is a playful act best guided by curiosity.
Children intuitively know this, of course, but the rest of us become rigid over time
We harden ourselves to deal with change and uncertainty. We forget how to play, and we get so busy making plans that we no longer know what it takes to lose ourselves in simple moments without always being bound to a clear purpose.
This is the problem of seriousness — an entirely passionless state that gets mistaken for maturity
That's it
I don't know whether to call this a come back, or a faltered decision inspired by humans or the current events. But nonetheless, I'll be writing and sharing my perception of certain or uncertain realities. This is the best way to share myself with the world.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC
The way things are going
Soon we'll be asking
What is good about this morning
With covid showing its might
And money literally loosing its value
Suddenly we remember those days
slaved away
Not lived, but skimmed
And your entire being
To its entirety
Flashes before you
And you begin to ask, is the virus
An enemy or a stern reminder
Of ways forgotten by many
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
You sit down and grumble
Sulking about the world
With all its treachery
You should be spared
It's ludicrous you thought
What's happening, shouldn't
a pearl so captivating
a marvel of what was
Now, a life smeared with stained roses
Voyaging in an intricate uncharted territory
peeking, searching for that speck of what isn't
But once upon, it was
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
This emotional gabbage you people keep posting is draining me of all senses, am not complaining its your life. But seriously, silence is Gold. Life is simple, If they want you in their life they will be in your life.
Blaming everyone and seeking sympathy from God is as sad as your life can be, don't get me wrong, worship and seek guidance and clarity.
Align yourself with people who give a **** we are all ****** up, trying to live while dragging our coffins with us. Yes! Death is real and we are all mortals,let that sink in.
Most importantly switch off your phone for once and connect with real people, not virtual reality. Am just a megabyte and you are a kilobyte away, and not everyone cares, such is life
Signed without notoriety
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC