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Àŧùl Feb 2015
Oh beloved princess,
I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You are daughter of the king,
I lack any maids or servants,
You are protected by shawls,
I lack even a blanket or rug..

Get married to a moneylender,
Marry a lucky man...

I have pieces of purity,
But I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You live in the palaces,
I roam the wilderness,
You are not used to it,
I am used to roaming.

Get married to a rich man,
Marry a lucky man.

I just have purity in me,
Yes, I'm a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank is all I have.


I carry on my austerity in incense,
I drink a slurry of cinders,
I tame hundreds of snakes on my neck,
I will scare you off my saturnalia.

You need a man with wavy hair,
A man with wavy hair.

My hair is dishevelled,
I am a commoner,
And I drink cannabis,
All I have is a lime & shank.
Translation of a Haryanvi folk hymn.

According to folklore, Lord Shiva tells this to his future wife Sati who was a princess that wanted to get married to Shiva.

She has things her own way in the end and marries the God.

In the story, Sati enters the fire when Shiva drinks the venom after Samundra Manthan - a tussle for the Nectar and thus sparing Shiva his life.

Sati was reborn as Parvati who in turn is a manifestation of Shakti - the energy.

Such are mythical love stories.

My HP Poem #781
©Atul Kaushal
me-mow Dec 2014
sprinkled sunsets over a lush green landscape
as you hold the flame and watch it evaporate.
inhale mothball secrets, let it expand your lungs
what did you expect, for this to be fun?
new dimensions and planes of existence,
no longer questioning your existence.
shamanic swirls and colourful twirls
if you've had a DMT experience and you'd like to collab on this, please let me know!
Coop Lee Dec 2014
eloquence in this. kiss
& cough.

from dirt to
light to
love.

days begin
with dreamcoast, cast, and chase the air,
or rhythm of rain.

raygun.
& flashpoint to ember.
to knuckle.
to cortex.

she smells fantastic.
she she she
like, a
sweet kind of thing.
like, a
nice incense.

& i feel today is a holy day of the week.
Pick up
spliff
Grind it
spliff
Roll it
spliff
Light it
spliff
Smoke it
spliff
I love
*spliff
I love spliff
I hear the taps of pencils
Drumming in my head
And the drowned voices of chattering
"Have you heard the news?" or "Oh my god look at my shoes"
I try to keep my head down
And cover up my eyes
Suppress all of the coughing
And tell minty-breathed lies
I smile through it and take everything slow
         As if not to fall over
And let my scars show
             People yell in my ears
But all I hear is buzzing
                                   I fall to the ground
Merely only laughing
                                At such great visions
Hearing colors
                               And see the invisible
But merely keeping it to myself
                                                       Because I do not want people to see
That I'm addicted
                           And ever so lonely
If power was to the People,
Cannabis would already be legal;
instead, this life is lethal,
and filled with broken steeples.

If you don't see who's controlled,
open your eyes and know --
in this world, there's evil
and different kinds of people,

and when we feel threatened,
our mind becomes a weapon.
So, all that we can do
is enjoy a better view

of a better life ahead...

If we don't,
we're better off dead.

— The End —