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One of the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen
Is in your eyes
 Dec 2015 Sanam ojha
Oscar Mann
People took pictures of each other
Just to prove that they loved one another
Just to prove that they really existed

People take pictures of themselves
Just to prove that they’re happy with themselves
Just to prove that they’re really existing

So they filter their faults, like their Instagram photos
And they summarize all that is good in a sentence or two
And they practice their smiles as if it is worthwhile
To try to like life just to get a few likes

And the only thing that is left to be real
Are the things that are real and that people feel
They shouldn’t be sharing, thinking it’s scary
To actually share what they feel is too real
On balance the scales have been tilted. Truth has given way to spin doctrine. Equality is not what it should be and the lady has lost her blindfold. The court of man has failed as it has forsaken divine guidance. Now the bribe has blinded justice in a different way. The unfair balances tilt in the favor of the powerful and the well to do. Poverty which was once a problem is now a curse. In hallowed halls that once gave a voice to the oppressed, now the kings ply their trade as politicians speak with silver words. Justice is worth the price you can pay for it and the unwashed masses are left to fight over crumbs in hope of finding some favor and redress.
I have been programmed
Been tighten with the wires
Cant move and think beyond the limit
I am smiling as no sadness got place

I work, care and love
Dont have choice beside that
I make myself happy
Dont know how to express hurt

Can you please make me feel
That I can cry& share my problems
Can you give me time to feel the love
Want to do the thing you are doing for long

And poor me , he switched me off
Reprogrammed me
And make me robot again
:(  :(
the hunting party
just love their sport
each day they track
their quarry
o'er the terrain
even on days
when it snows or rains
once they've caught a sniff
of the quarry's trail
they move with stealth
and close in
once surrounded
and well encircled
the arrows fly
with the designed
intention
to hit the target
the quarry is a wily
old fox
he's aware of those
eager arrows
which are marked for him
he darts and weaves
through the assaulting missiles  
to quickly evade
the hunters
gaining a result
the fox employs
his survival techniques
out in the wild
ever he's fleet of foot
in cramping the hunter's style
 Nov 2015 Sanam ojha
Torin
my feet
 Nov 2015 Sanam ojha
Torin
I've got my feet
They are real to me
Able to take me where I want to go
The mountaintop the beach
To you
And away

Because my words are trees
Being chopped for firewood
They keep you warm
They make you hot
And I'm sorry

I've got these calves
They itch with anticipation
But my toes stay still
With fear I can't be
To you
Away

Because these words aren't what you want to hear
They scare you away
They make you fear
Then make you feel
And i'm sorry
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