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Dinamus Apr 29
It toils and it burns
In my stomach it churns
I seal my lips
To hide a choice of words

No wrong or right
In this cold night
I don't want to fight
But I just might

I'm not one to attack
But this knife
You've stabbed my back
I might just snap
Not a feeling I'm overly proud of, but I feel ashamed even feeling that way.
[अज़ान-हनुमान तो बहाना है,
असल मे तो महंगाई से ध्यान हटाना है!

(एक आदमी दूसरे कौम के आदमी से)
प्रदर्शन की सुनाई दे रही आहट है,
तभी सत्ता के गलियारों मे हरबड़ाहट है।
ऊपर से अपने लिए कोई संदेशा आया है,
फिर से उन्होंने आपसी सौहार्द बिगाड़ने को फरमाया है।

(संदेश पढ़ने के बाद वही आदमी)
मै लूंगा लाठी हाथ मे,
तुम भी पत्थर रखना साथ मे।
मै जोर जोर से चिल्लाऊंगा हनुमान,
तुम भी लाउडस्पीकर मे ही गाना अज़ान।

मै अपने लोगो मे, तुम अपने लोगो मे, फैला देना ये बात,
की सामने वाले कर रहे हमारे धर्म पर चोट की शुरुआत।
अगर हमने अभी ही नही बदले अपने ये हालात,
तो अगले ही पल खतरे मे आ जायेगी हमारी पूरी ज़मात।

उसके बाद, हमारे आका सामने आयेंगे, (हा वही आका जिन्होंने संदेशा भेजा था)
दोनो कौम मे नफरती आग फैलायेंगे।
मुझे और तुम्हे आपस मे लड़ाएंगे,
फिर खुद ही शांतिदूत बन जाएंगे।

(लेकिन उसके पहले, उनके शांतिदूत बनने से पहले)
खून की नदियाँ बहेंगी सड़को पर,
दंगों की गाज़ गिरेगी हमारे लड़कों पर।
खून के आँसू रायेगी मासूमियत,
किसी कब्र मे लेटी होगी इंसानियत।

आग की लपटे होंगी चारों ओर,
हर तरफ होगी चीख पुकार की शोर।
आपसी भाईचारे की तो कट ही जाएगी डोर,
हर तरफ धर्मांधता की होगी एक नई भोर।

कट्टर हो जायेगा इंसान, कट्टरता होगी हर रस्ते मे,
पेट्रोल-डिजल का तो पता नही, पर इंसानी जान मिलेगी सस्ते मे।
निंबू का दाम कोई नही पूछेगा, क्योकि खटास तो होगी हमारे ही भाईचारे मे,
हमे लड़ता देख वे हँसेंगे, और अट्टाहस होगी सत्ता के गलियारे मे।

(फिर वही आदमी कहता है)
लेकिन इससे हमे क्या, हम तो है नफरती मजदूर,
लाश पर इंसानो की चलके, बन चुके है हम बहुत क्रूर।
जरूरत कुछ हमारी भी है, तभी तो तलवे चाटने को है मज़बूर,
देखने मे लगते इंसान ही है, पर इंसानियत से अभी है कोशों दूर।

(अंत मे वही आदमी)
हमारा तो है बस इतना ही काम ,
हम तो सिर्फ है अपने आकाओं के गुलाम ।
जिस पल हमे मिलता उनका फरमान ,
निकल जाते उसी वक़्त, हम बर्बाद करने को सारा हिंदुस्तान।
It's my observation that riots don't occur by themselves. The people in power plan and create it; they appoint goons from both religions (Hinduism and Islam) and ask them to spread hatred against the other religions in their own community; these people are known as "नफ़रती मज़दूर" or "Labours of Hatred," don't know about others, but at least I call them. Riots are usually created when the people in power think any protest is going to happen against them regarding their policy. And this time the issue is "inflation" in India, which is why several riots are occurring in the name of Azaan (ISLAM) and Hanuman (HINDUISM)..! 

Planning to recite it out on my YouTube channel... So that, it may create more awareness.
shwiwi Apr 5
Oh, all the things you could be
If I wasn’t a mere fantast
Taking refuge in the solitary
Of my chamber.

The next Mona Lisa in the Louvre
Or the Bohemian Rapsody
Or the greatest film of all time, which was never made
Or maybe I’ll be the next William Wordsworth
And you, my muse

The vital to my soul
A Novocain to my pain
The yin to my yang
June to my Cash

But yet, here I sit
And decide to do noting
I learnt it the hard way
That potential isn’t a promise
If anything,
Potential, is the inception of a grandiose self-demolishing
For they said I got so much potential
So, I thought- I thought- I could just waste a little of them
Now, I got all wasted
          Left with nothing
          Watch everything slip away
          Through my very fingers

In the desert of sand,
I am a quicksand
Hell bent on bringing everyone down
In the desert of water,
Atlantic would never had a chance with me
For I have Titanic at my bottom
I call it my home now
I live with sea monsters
In the form of every child’s imagination

I’ll pretend that I finally had peace
And bring desert storms
And thunderstorms
And every disaster
At my wake
I'll particularly choose one fine beautiful morning

Take it world
This is what you get
For saying the word ‘potential’

I hope there’re ones like me
Who’d do the same
For the words: ‘hope’, ‘eternal love’
And the ultimate line,
‘It’s not you, it’s just me’
Because I know it's definitely me

May all of us bring you down
I can already see us forming an army
Like the skeletons in the Triumph of Death
Maybe if they never said the word,
I would’ve been the one who painted it
And hang it next to the alleged next Mona Lisa that you’d be
In the Louvre
Leah Carr Mar 29
If this is what I signed up for
I want to take off my signature

If this is care
I dont want to be cared for

If this is the life of a sinner
Then let me have the death of one

Because if this is love
I dont want it
𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 , 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵

Peace is getting far from us!
Lets not print chapter of world war III into upcoming world history textbooks!
Tony Tweedy Feb 25
Whatever happened to the happiness,
from all those early childhood days.
Where laughter. joy and sunshine,
filled all of imaginations endless plays?

What became of the joyous music,
giving beat and harmony to the world.
When dream and hope could exist,
and all possibilities could be unfurled?

When did all this darkness fall,
to lay shadow so dark upon the lands,
as a dense foreboding that has been
summoned by greeds unsated demands?

When did dream and hope become,
just mere folly and wasted thought.
What happened to the morals and the ethics,
that as kids we valued and were taught?

When and where did all this go,
for everywhere I look such is just not there.
All has been replaced by a selfish world
of greed, hatred and down-trodden despair.

I know that in the course of time,
I am meant to see an old man's view.
But what worth and value of a world,
where hate and lies are sold as true?

Death and hatred fill this world,
in every rank corner that I see,
and in silent, desperate fear I wonder,
why we stood-by and let it come to be?
Ukraine burns. The climate rends retribution. Hatred is no longer hidden but openly endorsed or encouraged. China sits and waits while democracy suffers dementia. You can't tell me things are alright !!?
Tøast Jan 25
One more swipe.
One more swipe across one more greasy face.
My finger slips, skips down the page.
My finger pauses at your gaze.
The taste of your smile as it wonders through
my maze.
CJ Jan 21
It is normal to be in a relationship
enjoy the company of each another
be there for one another
co-exist with your love

but It's not normal to be around them
I'm suffering from every sweetness
breaking from each affection
dying from other's love

I don't wanna survive in this world
where I am a beggar of love
a sucker for woman
and a history of failure

I just don't want to feel anymore
this emotion of injustice
that I can't different
If I am lonely or am I just jealous
I hate having to be around people of even numbers, When I am the only odd one out...
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