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You who goes by "Lonely" Yes you, who reads these rhymes Please pause here for a moment I won't take much of your time You see my friend, I'm lonely too In the dark with paper and pen So I'm writing you this poem and signing it "Your Friend" Though I'll prob'ly never see you nor ever know your name I do not need to see your face nor know your cash and fame I do not care what color you are how short or tall or fat I'm weary of all these parties and creeds So, for a moment, forget all of that Yes you, dear friend, forget with me Inhale this moment serene where we are not opinions or castes Just two humans with two glowing screens Be human with me, simple and pure For a moment breathe deep and feel free then should you have the time, and a halfway good rhyme Perhaps write a poem for me. Signed, Your Friend
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
To You
Maverick Don’t Panic A Bad Boy, with a good Heart, at the tail end, of a head start, “Oh he’s prolific, he’s profanic, he’s depressed, he’s manic, he’s processed, he’s organic, he meditates and sits, when he just can’t stand it, and remember this is just a test so for the love of God please don’t panic, or take anything for granted, **** it, I’m a good kid, but got some bad habits, got a good plan too, just have to enact it, bad, but not the baddest, and if they want it, they can have it, the map is, my plan and, in other words, the Atlas is how I Nav this, a Maverick, like Cuban, not Gooding no Sir., no Jr. a señor, well not in age but in position, in other words they’re minor leagues and we’re major, a Maverick, like Cuban, not Gooding no Sir, no Jr., a señor, like Mark, Zuckenberg, a stark, contrast between Comcast, in other words, Light & Dark are different castes, in communications at least, ComCast Communications Caste, same waves just different frequencies, in the sea, the internet catches, big fish and small fry, Dark Shadows and Bright Lights, right?… ∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC
∆ Maverick Don't Panic ∆
A beautiful nation, In the middle of the pacific ocean... Filled with all races, its multi racial... A paradise where the sun rises first... Lots of people come as tourist or guests... Sun shines brighter in the west... Heat smearing enjoyed by rest... With coconuts to quench your thirst... You bet, we are the best... Fiji as a small country with a big heart... Welcoming people from all different castes... With majority population of Fijians and Indians... We are given the citizenry to be known as Fijians... Hindi, English and Fijian are the spoken words... Once you come you may never feel among odds... Hot springs, hike place, wonderful beaches... Friendly people and no dangerous creatures... Waterfall, country rides, water dives and much more... Am sure you would enjoy and not get bore... This is my home, a paradise heaven on earth... I seek nothing but to live here until my death... ©sim
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
From the Isles of Fiji
Who is the world to define mine right or wrong? I am the one who decides it on my own The world a crazy place, people so weird Finding faults everywhere, while hiding in their beard When you stand for the right, They will advocate the wrong Justifying the same With million excuses in their thong Nirbhaya ***** they say girl was characterless Skirts, shorts, boyfriend, night shows - shameless And inchoate, rightly arousing men to **** One in coma now a four year old gang ***** Society mum when humanity disgraced??? Where are the people of so called decent family? Who judge n criticize from hair to lamellae If smoking kills, why is it not banned?? Beef eaters killed, man eaters praised on the land Alcohol, marijuana bad for health While more people die from terrorist attacks Crores are spent to maintain a terrorist To a soldier dying for the country, not even lakhs A rich is a witch flaunting their gold A poor a leech for things they cannot afford? Without external beauty a person is a waste? Your pennyless pocket how shall I grade? Other’s loss is a righteous act of God? Yours is a tragedy, unfortunate loss??? And then you have religion & morals To justify your notions Right or wrong, judgement filled oceans I am a free spirit, Born not to please your beliefs Enough of hypocrite world I see Killing and dividing on castes and creeds.                  © Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 13 Oct. 2015
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
STANDARDS OF RIGHT & WRONG
*"As the same fire assumes different shapes When it consumes objects differing in shape, So does the one Self take the shape Of every creature in whom he is present."* (Katha Upanishad II.2.9) *"As the rivers flowing east and west Merge in the sea and become one with it, Forgetting they were separate rivers, So do all creatures lose their separateness When they merge at last into pure Being. There is nothing that does not come from him. Of everything he is the inmost Self. He is the truth; he is the Self supreme. You are that Shvetaketu, you are that."* (Chandogya Upanishad IV.10.1-3) *I don't understand, Why, in this land,* Where these sacred scriptures were written, Were so many religions born-- *I don't understand, How, in this land,* Were differences encouraged, When the backbone of all life Always was recognized as liberation-- The acknowledgement Of all different religions, castes, creeds, Really broke the deal you know... Imagine, if all the cultures were mixed Instead of being separated, unconnected, segregated; And churned into a liberal philosophy The Philosophy of Liberation (read: Moksha) We'd have prevented so many wars, All fought under the cloak of differences and disparities; We could have averted So much bloodshed, So many innocent screams-- And these shudders down your spine right now? They would be the product of fiction; Not the echoes of cruel reality...
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
Moksha: Liberation
Sunglasses stolen from Wingz in Duck, NC a $15 thrift shop suit - just in case the car is used and the cashiers at the GoodWill down the street all know his face bagged eyes morning after hair in need of a shower and a smile He just bought a $200 laptop now he masturbates in style shoving Lenovo 2in1's and iPad's up their *** please sir - may I have some more status symbols symbolic of castes and he hides among the untouchables but this **** is loud and I don't drink ***** unless P Diddy made it Memento Mori when we die - we'll leave behind remnants of our false idol
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
Memento Mori
The stars above dot the midnight sky, As the full moon castes a watchful eye, As we walk along the deserted sand, Our arms swing gently, hand in hand, I cannot help but stop and stare, As the moonlight shines in your hair, As the stars alight your pretty face, I feel my heartbeat start to race, Without another soul around, We lay our blanket on the ground, As I watch the starlight reflect in your eyes, Like the tide around us, my passions rise, Our bodies together, we begin to lock, Like a ship that's nestled in it's dock, Surrounded by nothing but the stormy sea, Soon we are the lovers we long to be, As we join together we begin to ride, Like a boat set sail amongst the tide, Our bodies entwined in constant motion, Like a ship set sail on a stormy ocean, Your pleasure in waves as you call for more, Like the waves crashing into the shore, When it's over we keep each other warm, Calming, like the sea after a storm, We lie together in each others reach, Just two lovers on the beach. 01-26-10.
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
Just Two Lovers On The Beach
Its as cold as ice and hard as stone; no positive emotions are radiating off of it. The edges are sharp like a razor, ready to cut anything that comes it’s way. When the light tries to shine over it, a darker shadow castes under it. The shadow is so dark that people get blinded in the darkness. You can feel the hatred and lust for vengeance from just looking its way. When you turn around a soft voice tempts you to look back at it. And when you do, everything goes black. Just like her heart
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Untitled
We have two castes, the rich and the poor, The rich focus on increasing their assets. The poor focus on repaying their debts. But, The rich becomes richer, The poor becomes poorer, Atlast, The rich fly and the poor die. And we call it 'Incredible' INDIA.
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Filthy rich among the starving poor
As the setting sun denies its light, And the darkened sky cloaks the night, As the full moon castes its gentle beams, I'll be alone again, with my dreams, And if my dreams shall come true, I'll be alone again, holding you. 10-08-10.
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Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
Alone Again
What if all the species on earth except humans Got united and attacked us:- For being so stupid and inhuman For being so idiotic to destroy our own common place of living .. For mining our own resources to the bottom so that nothing is left for future.. even for our future generations.. For being so cannibalistic, for being in war, for being parasitic, for killing our own species.. In the name of religion, caste, colour and creed That big nations manufacture weapons To be sold to terrorists To **** its own people? And then hunt the so called terrorists Which are their own making? What if there were no religions? What if there were no castes? What if there were no Gods? What if there were no fights? What if if there were no wars? What if there was only peace?
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
what if...
I am king of the world, universe and everywhere, But I have only a hint of power. So all I can give you is attitude. Just pointing out injustice Where I see it. Classes and castes and religious divides I see as evils To be opposed With all my might. For sure I’ve little might Of course, But I still have the right To say that it’s all wrong. Classless society is what we want: Well anyone who’s worth his, or her salt wants that. Religious discrimination is another thing We need to remove From our way of life. There are many more evils in our world, So we must do All we can To obliterate them At every opportunity. I can’t put this any other way, Poetic or not, We have to stand And fight Against all that we see As bad. For the Common Good. Paul Butters
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Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
I am King
This world...our world , got it's differences.. It held a beautiful statistics..a brilliant geometry of lives.. People sketched, the unnecessary graphs.. in the name of castes , colour , gender , nationality and what not!! Hence created the ugliest line of division.. about ,who can be the numerator and be above the community line.. and who can be the denominator and live under the poverty line.. Some crafted wealthiest names..while others had to hide their tears under unfinished roofs.. Some  chased for their own rise...while others have to eat the only rotten rice.. Multiplied the division deliberately.. Added up the differences wanting-ly.. We should evaporate the boundaries ,  we drew in our life's charts.... should redefine our lives ,  to decrease the death rates... Let's choose humanity over cruelty.. Helping over hindering.. Love over hate.. Remember ,we all are alike.. 'cause every being has to make their first cry after birth.. 'cause every being has it's last breath.. every being has to breathe till death.. every being have to bleed when cut..
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 10:59 AM UTC
Math : The Serial killer
From my Dark Watcher series: Evil rage strikes forth from his soul, raw with the pain of rejection. Reaching out to callously feed on another. Caught in a web of deceit so lethal as to – infect the lives of the innocent with his poison. He cripples their future with angry words, painful blows, Castes them out with vile actions of revenge- destroying all their dreams. He tears at the last vestige of hope, till there is nothing but darkness, and despair, dragging them into the same pit of rage that swallowed him. Love and hatred embraced in a pitiful- dance of conformity,resignation in every step. Contagious venom leaks from one to another, creating a bane of evil, so corrupt, and secretive, the damage-sometimes irreversible. Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski This may be difficult for some to read, as many shall see themselves within the written words, either as the perpetrators or the victims of abusive relationships.
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Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
Infective
India is our country And we are told It's a great country However, I beg to differ Rather, we are sold The idea of an utopian nation A country with a myriad variety of cultures Races, religions and languages United by a common feeling of brotherhood However, look beneath the hood And the idea implodes spectacularly Crumbling in a heap Instead, emergeth a divide so deep That it can be bested not Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation In all but name Instead, we put the blame For all our evils On the British, one day And the Mughals, the very next day While more and more blood spills In the name of religion and caste How long will this last? India is our country And as per the Constitution All Indians are our brothers and sisters However, if you use your imagination Understand, you will That this is just a facade Designed to protect our international image As you turn page after page Of our so-called glorious history Emergeth the true picture A land comprising thousands of castes Fighting each other since the beginning of time Something that would put to shame Even the fickle-minded Romans During the reign of Julius Caesar We Indians are indeed pathetic humans Falling like nine pins At the slightest hint of pressure While boasting about past wins That no longer matter India is our country And a time there was When, a proud Indian I was However, passed have light years, since then Oppressed, have been our women More so, those who are underprivileged Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano And hence, did they go unpunished Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy Something that truly makes my blood boil Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail Because, our justice system is an epic fail On the other hand, you have innocent people Languishing in jail for ages Because nobody bothers to turn the pages Of the Constitution of India Yes, India is our country indeed But patriots we are, no longer Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger A field where India can never take the lead Yes, Indians we are However, humans we are first
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Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC
India Is Our Country
India is our country And we are told It's a great country However, I beg to differ Rather, we are sold The idea of an utopian nation A country with a myriad variety of cultures Races, religions and languages United by a common feeling of brotherhood However, look beneath the hood And the idea implodes spectacularly Crumbling in a heap Instead, emergeth a divide so deep That it can be bested not Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation In all but name Instead, we put the blame For all our evils On the British, one day And the Mughals, the very next day While more and more blood spills In the name of religion and caste How long will this last? India is our country And as per the Constitution All Indians are our brothers and sisters However, if you use your imagination Understand, you will That this is just a facade Designed to protect our international image As you turn page after page Of our so-called glorious history Emergeth the true picture A land comprising thousands of castes Fighting each other since the beginning of time Something that would put to shame Even the fickle-minded Romans During the reign of Julius Caesar We Indians are indeed pathetic humans Falling like nine pins At the slightest hint of pressure While boasting about past wins That no longer matter India is our country And a time there was When, a proud Indian I was However, passed have light years, since then Oppressed, have been our women More so, those who are underprivileged Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano And hence, did they go unpunished Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy Something that truly makes my blood boil Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail Because, our justice system is an epic fail On the other hand, you have innocent people Languishing in jail for ages Because nobody bothers to turn the pages Of the Constitution of India Yes, India is our country indeed But patriots we are, no longer Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger A field where India can never take the lead Yes, Indians we are However, humans we are first
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Look look look   At this huge clay    Clay is  falling on top of  clay     The end of clay is also clay       Hey!!! stop stop stop......         Stop saying it "my ,mine"            Nor its yours , nor  its mine              Its four days !!!                World is festival of four days                      Then the clay is just waste                    The end                        Dont make                          here hustle bustle                          Also i am clay                            also you are clay                              This Castes is clay                               Those Clours are clay                                   "  Just God is high"                                       Everything else                                          Is just                                                " clay"
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:44 AM UTC
I am clay , you are clay
In this violet hour, as dreams court demons and the seams holding the ocean of your soul threaten to split and spill forth your essence into the sky above, time almost seems to stand still. The space around you becomes skewed as gravity gives way to weightless flight above a world that never made sense to you in the first place. All the pain, persecution, and perils that are inflicted upon such immense portions of the populations of no one single nation, but all races, creeds, and castes, and at the end of the day it all boils down to the search for the almighty dollar. But none of that matters to you anymore. As you are borne on by invisible wings along the waves of the universe, guided towards the boundaries of feeling, you begin to embrace the emptiness that is nothingness. Your once harried mind now free from the chaos of being, unclouded by delusions of grandeur and eternity, you allow yourself all the time you need to enjoy this respite from thought. Time has become meaningless. Eons pass, knowable existence collapsing inwards on itself, only to explode into radiance and vitality once more. The cycle continues, hundreds of times in the space of time necessary to form a few sentences, while at the same time accelerating to such a point that galaxies could be traversed in the breadth of a heartbeat. Adrift in the void, with no tether back to the realm of mortals, the only course of action is to allow yourself to be lost to sightless visions and wordless descriptions of an existence that you can no longer remember.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
The Violet Hour
In this violet hour, as dreams court demons and the seams holding the ocean of your soul threaten to split and spill forth your essence into the sky above, time almost seems to stand still. The space around you becomes skewed as gravity gives way to weightless flight above a world that never made sense to you in the first place. All the pain, persecution, and perils that are inflicted upon such immense portions of the populations of no one single nation, but all races, creeds, and castes, and at the end of the day it all boils down to the search for the almighty dollar. But none of that matters to you anymore. As you are borne on by invisible wings along the waves of the universe, guided towards the boundaries of feeling, you begin to embrace the emptiness that is nothingness. Your once harried mind now free from the chaos of being, unclouded by delusions of grandeur and eternity, you allow yourself all the time you need to enjoy this respite from thought. Time has become meaningless. Eons pass, knowable existence collapsing inwards on itself, only to explode into radiance and vitality once more. The cycle continues, hundreds of times in the space of time necessary to form a few sentences, while at the same time accelerating to such a point that galaxies could be traversed in the breadth of a heartbeat. Adrift in the void, with no tether back to the realm of mortals, the only course of action is to allow yourself to be lost to sightless visions and wordless descriptions of an existence that you can no longer remember.
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There was a time When I used to be proud Of being an Indian However, that feels like light years ago Since then, so many things have changed That I wonder sometimes If this is indeed the same country Where I was conceived Imagine surviving a plane crash Only to have your face charred in such a way That it resembles a piece of barbequed meat And thus even your own mother fails to recognise you That is the India of today A democracy only in name Where the gap between the rich and the poor Is even wider than the river Nile The way in which the so-called upper castes Treat the so-called lower castes Is even worse Than the way in which the Nazis used to treat the Jews Nearly a century ago Not to mention, to insult a cow Is considered nothing short of ****** However, harassing a woman Especially a woman from one of the underprivileged sections of society Is treated, in the manner in which a simple traffic violation is dealt with That is, all you have to do; is pay a fine And you are free to go about doing whatever you were doing Including harassing more women Then we come to the small matter of mental health If you are undergoing therapy or counselling Or if you are meeting a psychiatrist As you pass people on the way You might hear a lot of whispers and murmurs Making it sound as though you were dying Or worse, on the verge of insanity Therefore, whenever you air your views publicly The chances of people taking you seriously Are even less than that of Netherlands winning this year's Men's Cricket World Cup!! It may have been seventy-six years Since we gained independence However, the reality is We are as much independent As Salman Khan knows how to drive a car Without killing people in the process As I mentioned earlier, I used to be a patriot However, when I think of India now I feel a remarkably similar kind of shame That I used to experience during my Engineering days Whenever I failed in a subject After all, when your country's international image Takes precedence over the living conditions of your people Then it is only a matter of time Before you are headed down the path of the Nazis Yes, I am an Indian And difficult as it sounds to believe, I used to love my country However, my love for its people Exceeds that by thousands of miles
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Sep 22, 2023
Sep 22, 2023 at 1:24 PM UTC
What Being An Indian Feels Like Today
There was a time When I used to be proud Of being an Indian However, that feels like light years ago Since then, so many things have changed That I wonder sometimes If this is indeed the same country Where I was conceived Imagine surviving a plane crash Only to have your face charred in such a way That it resembles a piece of barbequed meat And thus even your own mother fails to recognise you That is the India of today A democracy only in name Where the gap between the rich and the poor Is even wider than the river Nile The way in which the so-called upper castes Treat the so-called lower castes Is even worse Than the way in which the Nazis used to treat the Jews Nearly a century ago Not to mention, to insult a cow Is considered nothing short of ****** However, harassing a woman Especially a woman from one of the underprivileged sections of society Is treated, in the manner in which a simple traffic violation is dealt with That is, all you have to do; is pay a fine And you are free to go about doing whatever you were doing Including harassing more women Then we come to the small matter of mental health If you are undergoing therapy or counselling Or if you are meeting a psychiatrist As you pass people on the way You might hear a lot of whispers and murmurs Making it sound as though you were dying Or worse, on the verge of insanity Therefore, whenever you air your views publicly The chances of people taking you seriously Are even less than that of Netherlands winning this year's Men's Cricket World Cup!! It may have been seventy-six years Since we gained independence However, the reality is We are as much independent As Salman Khan knows how to drive a car Without killing people in the process As I mentioned earlier, I used to be a patriot However, when I think of India now I feel a remarkably similar kind of shame That I used to experience during my Engineering days Whenever I failed in a subject After all, when your country's international image Takes precedence over the living conditions of your people Then it is only a matter of time Before you are headed down the path of the Nazis Yes, I am an Indian And difficult as it sounds to believe, I used to love my country However, my love for its people Exceeds that by thousands of miles
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*LOVE can happen not merely By touch, words, and beauty But even by a glance, a fragrance and pathos So proclaimed Eros Did it now become clear That within each one of us resides LOVE When the LOVE of East meets West North meets South Everything merges with LOVE Thus the wisdom of LOVE never dies Amidst classes, castes sects, regions, gender & age The core of LOVE Always endures itself Let us all promise To light the flame of LOVE Within our heart Let us LOVE Without hesitation Let us not reject Anyone's LOVE Love is the purest gift of GOD One truth is clear to us now From the bereft of sunrise Rises LOVE From the lorn of moonlight Lits LOVE For those possessing LOVE within Even a Coal is SUN*
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
Even A Coal is SUN
Rhymes like Blinds. Stay, masking out the light. Of that vocabulary mime, but just so vast while in a fight. Or, when I'm right. Or in a cyphe. Just like I'm hyped just to be spoken to. Anxiety feels me funny. Yeah, this sucks. But here's a joke, or two And I make them laugh through this gruesome mask trying to break castes. To solemnly swear never to raise thy mast.
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Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
Wherever Thy Water Takes Me.
We are all lost in a world so vast, With so many creeds and so many castes, But there is a belief strong enough to unite us all, Giving us hope, enabling us to stand wide and tall Friendship, the key to happiness, A great virtue, one which can bless, A desire to protect, an aching laughter These are the effects of what comes after It fills us with a power like none other, Friendship can be between anyone, even a mother or a brother It's a light that never diminishes, A relation with a promise to fulfil a thousand wishes So live, love and laugh, Make it last all it can, Sever your feelings of anguish and hate, It will truly take you far and make you great!
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
Friendship
I want to be a patriot But it's very difficult Because we aren't really independent That's the harsh truth Divided by thousands of castes And a handful of religions Steeped in poverty Hard to find humanity In this third world nation Easier to find depression! I want to be a patriot However, I am hurt By the sheer apathy Ever present in our society Towards the sufferings Of the depressed and so-called backward classes As well as mental health Not to mention, so much filth Leading to countless diseases And thus deaths of thousands!! I want to be a patriot But nothing to be patriotic about Most people are selfish For gossip, they fish However, when you truly need help You don't get help In this society, only pain Not a single gain!! I want to be a patriot But no use for it This country protects the corrupt And the morally bankrupt The good people suffer Especially the women And of course, the needy and poor I am ashamed to be an Indian!! I want to be a patriot However, I cannot All I care about is my close circle Of family, cousins and friends Call me anti-national I won't give two hoots I'm done With this so-called nation!!
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Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
I Want To Be A Patriot
Shhhh..... Do not speak Listen to the Silence Whispering in your ears Words of wisdom To wake you from the slumber Castes by the spell of Reality's lies Rise from the nightmare You believe to be life Living awaits your return By the bed side. Shhh...... Do not speak Pay no heed To the songs of Sirens That has made you captives of greed. Hear your thoughts It's through those waves Your being tries to reach your body To lead you to your needs. Shhhh.... Do not speak Learn to listen For you learn When you listen The secrets that are never spoken Yet are floating in plain sight Only to be perceived by the seeking eyes.
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
Sound of silence
I really do offer you my apologies, Esther for I killed her. She was a poet, you see and she made you fly jump leap she made you f e e l— love, anger, hate and all the sadness in between blue, red, black and all the purple in between she made you f e e l euphoria, heaven, hell, misery she made you f e e l GOD. she made you GOD. So I offer you my apologies, Esther for she left you— like one of God’s abandoned creations empty, blank, lonely and all the confusion in between she left you crying, silent, sobbing and all the screaming in between she left you ME. I’d offer you my condolences (you haven’t felt in a while) but I doubt you’d take them after I dragged her carcass from under my bed and stuffed all-nighters back into her eyes and pumped ink back into her veins and wrapped castes of crumbled sentences around her bruises and she was still dead. So I offer you my apologies, Esther for I killed her. She was a poet, you see, and she made you ALIVE. and left you DEAD.
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
Apology to Esther- Part II
we are not a country, we are not patriots, just individuals, meant to follow our heart, the rest is ingrained, indigested, strained into us, we are not borders, we are not boundaries, not religions, not castes, not higher, not lower, not holy, not untouchable, we are much more than flags, shrouds and two days in a year of tricolours... who am I? is where it begins...
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
who am i?