Farm laws They want Govt. to withdraw In toto What? In toto Amendments Farmers adamant Withdrawal Govt. adamant Are farm laws bad? I am no expert Are farm laws good? I am no politician Then what do you want to say? Sirs and Madams I want to say There is a jungle of laws Implementation biggest flaw Inefficient judicial system Makes laws virtually non existent Litigation remains on earth Litigant goes to Swarg Further, law no exercise in linguistics Intention behind it is to be seen So law is like plasticine Judges mould it the way they deem Good or bad farm laws Shun hooligans and hooliganism Dear farmers give a try If you don't find suitable Don't sell to private traders Don't enter into contract farming There's no compulsion at all If Govt abolish APMCs Withdraw MSP Stop growing pulses, wheat and rice Let people die You are already expert in dying I am given to exaggeration This is my way of expression
Who knew life would last so long. so tedious and constant in aging. ( birth - one - two - … - dead ) And if someone knew how long it would last, Why would they sign that contract, on the dotted line on an oak desk with all too important looking business men greedily grinning. (the devils favorite disguise)
Who knew of the beating of the heart- so exciting and focused on one lovely face. (or set of lips) Like a party with a spinning bottle, Soon to be the pulse of the first date. And first night cashed in bed, rolled over from exhaustion- excitement. (a steady rhythm takes on different meanings here)
Who knew that words would be so tough. so damnable and lackluster (until they line up just right.) And poems a love-hate-multi-night-stand. where we always bicker and fight, but always come back for one more line. or in my case, nothing at all.
writing seems to be increasingly hard and unbearable- although just as excitable and confounding as always. I guess somethings never change, although even that fact I doubt.
also, found a new poet whos style I'm currently in love and awe of- next poem will be about them.
Things are always not in same order They get broader and broader... Take me as an example Time ago my heart was temple Now I don’t care anything as I used to I was not treating people as I do… My heart was broken many times But I fool was busy in making rhyme… People make fun and say I don’t have mind Someone please go and tell them I have mind but you don’t have kind Things are always not in same order They get broader and broader… To have someone our heart act But after sometime it becomes contract This is surely not god’s creation If u acts just natural You will always remain bachelor... Don’t be what you are and be a fool Show the world what you can and remain cool.. This is today's happy life mantra (chant) Live life king size is only a sapna(dream) Things are always not in same order They get broader and broader...
In the State of mind... thoughts were solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short... where similes, metaphors and personifications were quarreling with words... until they decided to form a poem and gave up their natural freedom in order to obtain the benefits of embroidering praise around her.
i should have read the contract before dating you before loving you before you if i had read your terms and conditions -*** whenever i need it, your feelings aside - put up with my delicate ego, but allow me to slowly shatter every ounce of your self-worth -you must not say or do anything more intelligent than I or you have given grounds to publicly humiliate you -do not touch my fragile masculinity -i am permitted to treat you as inferior to myself
if i had read the fine print then maybe i wouldn’t have signed four years of my life away