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 ****

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.

Am a human, left alone to drown
stuck here, and all I remember is that you don't care
It's crazy how I remember you, like a fine nightmare
Like a story stitched, while hopelessly being held onto

Am a poem, scattered, but still breathing,
dying to be remembered while still living
Living in this drudgery times
Where reasons and lunacy seem
to hold the foundation of a desperate fate

Am a poet, drained and maligned
beaten and my hands broken
they said, go hang yourself
and the malice freely poured,
and a broken soul caved into,
the mighty brute
and I promise
Promised never to paint their existence
and with every stroke they were forgotten

Reduced to nothing but a speck
we tried
With every syllable
we tried
With every hand  written poem, slowly drifting to oblivion
We tried

Struggles that know no bound
Gave this soul a peek
at a daring reality
a vitriolic beauty
sometimes forgotten
by many

And am forced to make sense of everything
People cling to emotional stuff
And shove love down our throats

I care she said
That's why my tears never dry whenever you are far from here

That's why I die a little
Cause my brother felt sadnes
And my sister stumbled
And suddenly family is everything

But you have to wonder
What happens to family
If greed takes over

And the love for possessions
Takes away the love
And its value increases
And suddenly you care
And you care so much about the earth
And the wealth that blinds
Most if not all

But you don't care about them
Or love
And suddenly they
Ain't everything
But MONEY is everything
you thought

Perhaps maybe I should have asked
what is loyalty
If not some sort of conformity
that we mostly  seek in return

And you wonder
Why do I agree with you
if its not to fuel
Some sort of
Social agenda
that is either
Useless or filled with
Sycophany

The ones that have condemned us
To always believe
And follow
Like a sheep to a slaughter house

Cloaking ourselves
On what should be known as
Fundermental of stupidity

When it dawns on you that
The planet will still rotate around its axis
With or without your existence

And suddenly
You cant hold on to whatever *******
You’ve been keeping inside

tell me how it feels to be an introvert
with all emotions tucked tight
no one to access them

tell me how to sing a song
that slowly tears your soul apart
but you still cover it with hope

yesterday i saw pain in your eyes
and your smile
suddenly changed into sadness  


tell me why you chose to drown
instead of letting my hand hold yours

Perhaps maybe an interactive piece
Pages upon ages
Of what seemed to be a decision.

Decision, a thought that made it out
Of the cages created to keep
The illusion flowing

A decision was made
Overwhelmingly without considering
the consequences but rather
the satisfactions that came with it

on this highway of life
that decision never left you
slowly wrecking your soul
and in tears you held and hoped for more

was that decision a morphine or an addiction
is it a hopeless will that haunts
is it a rope on your neck
slowly taking your days away

so you sit and wonder
if the decisions you’ve made
are made for you
or your subconsciously following a pattern
a laid foundation
a culture that was created to control, without you knowing

The way of the world is odd in extremes

And no one cares about your dreams

Old is grey

This is to us
The ones who've been broken
Shattered and felt like dying

Pour yourself a drink
Take a long sip
And know that you'll make it

I belive that I'm alive
Even if am dead

With all the sins I carry with me
Perhaps maybe am a Saint

Yes I lied
I know am a plagarised soul
don't lose yours trying to find mine
and yes, yes yes yes I lied

Ive never written a poem about you
Without thinking about
the delicate
Beautiful texture of those rosy lips

Yes I lied
Sometimes I lay here
thinking about it all
What and whatever we could have been

Yes I lied
Your words were like gasoline
and you poured them on me
like there's no tomorrow

Yes I lied
I loved you and forgot about me
I chased you and forgot to see what's wrong
I desired us and forgot to crawl for my sake

Yes I lied
There's no fire
without smoke
and ive been burned
cause I forgot the I.
There's only i
I in we

She said
corrupt my poem and give it rhythm
A tune,
A glorious sound from  a flute

a dimming hope for the poor
for the voiceless nation
condemned into filth

She said corrupt my poem and give it bills
For the years I've  spent learning
how to collect debt
from school to jobs
that I've never had
a Mistake or maybe a choice
I don't know

Corrupt my poem for the useless knowledge
that I've gained
for the money that I'll forever chase

I've heard stories
Lived some stories
And hated most stories

The regrets of being human
Follows me like a shadow

I've felt everything
now I feel empty

Tired of being
Tied to my own thoughts

I slowly try to crawl away
But to where
to whom
to why

I've been contemplating about this life
Humanity and suffering
What we do
Why we do what we do
The rarest occasions that offer us peace
The happiness
The harmony
What gets us by
What breaks us

We live on a scope of dictated reality
Your life lightly making sense
Or does it
The struggles of getting by yourself
Pulling pushing and clinging
But clinging to what
Believing in what

Hapiness
What is happiness
Is happiness a matter of choice
Does that mean that we
Chose a scorching brutal life
In place of happiness
Was suffering forced on us

Beauty pageant
Whatever names we deem fit
Or intricately constructed
to award our highly dopamined life
Lies that  cushion us
A spongy dream that never ceased to amaze me
Or us

There's only an us if your willing to think
shun the ignorance
that strungles you
If that's even a probability
But i cannot blame us
On a reality that is shoved on us
A choice never made
But imposed

Today I've realized the weight of the word someday
It's empty
It has no hope
It's painful

It's the worse kind of torture
For an innocent soul.
It's not today
Tomorrow
Or the next day
It's someday

Walking by the railway trucks
Thinking to myself
Is it right to believe in right and wrong?
Is this where I belong?

The atmosphere is a bit nostalgic today
I surrender praise and worship song plays
Everything else just levels to the latitude

A moment to be savored

But my reality fought for its existence
As if it was being forgotten
The wind blows
and it all dawns
that the thorn still grows

Felt like a pinch into reality
a discarded memory crawling into my brain
these are the days that made me
Or sometimes broke me

Its been awhile since I went to the mosque
Clerics say
The fact that you feel guilty,means your faith is still around

So ive been sitting around feeling all guilty
But havent done nothing much about it

But today a friend or mine changed me
With a few spoken words
He said
“I have to pray, I feel that good things are coming my way and I should at least thank God  
I want to leave these darkness that I've sorrounded my self with”

These got me thinking
Whatever is happening is what I want to happen
Ive ignored my connection with God and settled on distractions
I've invested heavily on regret

Its about time I change
So am writing this down as a reminder to myself
That i've left the old me behind
And the new me is Born

By  the way ,my friend is a christian
And I'm a muslim.
So am urging everyone to draw wisdom from wherever you can
Instead of judging each other based on
Religion
Political affiliations or
Color

Choices regarding life
leaves us scavenging for existence
a carrion limping towards tomorrow
To-morrow, morrow whatever it holds
Whatever it begets

Today crept in
Sagaciously took you over
though a blessing
Sometimes
felt more  like a curse

At the pinnacle of your ignorance
you made choices
the ones with traces of uncertainty
shadowing your day
or is it nadir of life
finally taking shape

Choices
Sometimes oblique
Sometimes a painful reality
forcing us into uncertainty
and confusion
So we decide
what will be taken from us  
or benefit us