A decade ago
A small child cried
With all his might he tried
But he still lost to Don Bosco    

He came and conquered the arena
Along with hundreds of companions
But from his first day began the division
Lachit, Phukan, Bordoloi and Bezbaruah

The teachers dominated him
Homework increased his load
6 hours soon became a bore
The strict discipline frustrated him

He survived only for friendship
Together they defied the rules
To resist he rarely brought his books
With the teachers he created a bitter relationship

The school responded quite effectively
Punishments soon became frequent
Parents were called often
Indiscipline was not tolerated so easily

When he roused to secondary
He realized it wasn't like he had though before
His hatred was no more
He now began to see everything differently

He saw the teacher's love and care
All the hardships they had suffered
He repented those he cursed
So much hardships they had to bare

He changed his attitude
He paid attention in class
He began to get positive remarks
The teachers loved his new look

Not a single favor he denied
Without questions he obeyed every order
To win their love he kept on going farther
For their trust he strived

Finally he got what he wanted
His fame spread among them
Every teacher began to know his name
The boy on whom they could depend

Today he is about to leave Don Bosco    
All those memories will just remain as a phase
Never to forget till his last days
Those years seems just like a minute ago

The boy is now a man
He laughs when he remembers those memories
The fun they had will never cease
He knows most won't understand

"No matter how hard you try to learn,
You'll never know the perks of being a Bosconian"  
  
                                                                                 - Swarnabh
                                                                               6:22 pm,  12/10/13

Reading poems is the way of discovering
that people  write for fun, they write of
the very things that you think preposterous.
They write of love, and you write of hate.
Poetry is in many ways charade of indiscipline,
even gross indignity. Gives you joy rides and goose
bumps. Why do people write- poetry?
I deliberate and out of it curse people, write a poem
send it for publication. The laptop creaks. The editor whines
when flooded by my irksome mails.

In the streets of the city, and there are plenty, I see a rag picker.
I see the *****.
I see the blinded with begging bowl, but singing. Chanting.
I see barely seven or eight a child pleading for coins and mercy.
I stalk away. Walk away. My hauteur a new demeanour.

Why do people write- poetry?

Khabele is an enemy from the spiritual world
Debacularly rocking peace of people in my village
My Hamlet, or my country, my continent or in my piety,
He starkly hates anything human, especially the family,
His tool box against human family is a composition
Or dark Patchworks of opportunism, ethnicity, poverty,
Fluidly disordered gender, abortion, ****, diseases, war,
Crude religion, divorce, self-pride, shallow thought,
Infertility, love for money, laziness, corruption,
Politicization, public indiscipline, self-idolatry,
Shameless thievery, looting and gambling,

In divine school there is a boy who does blare
The horn of indiscipline all over the school bare
Met me very day when I furiously did glare;
Felt though sad and bad, moved a bit with prayer
I intended to sing for him to change without spare.
Kabir is that boy who was found on hostel stair -
Roaming and singing and running like a hare.
Moved by ‘No one is lift behind’ by me. “Beware!
You have to be careful.” I used to say at square.
Now is the time, when he has changed a lot by flair
Which he had in him – half known to him I swear.
Then was the naughty boy, one of the corsair –
Now is the sincere and calm though not so clever.
Will take his father’s and mother’s good care;
I know that in future he will be a successful bear
Who may forget me but I will never to such mare.

CONSCIENCE
TIME OF THOUGHT: LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT: LOST
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-Nativepen

The incorrigible judge of the universe
The voice of man's spirit
The breaker of the stone heart
You should get one

He pounds the accusssed heart to confession
A mortal pessil
The rod that punishes
The accused mind

He chastises the mind of kings and priests
He makes the most secretive to voice out
The arch angel in our heart
Who dare resist him

He changes the mood of a friendly one
Whenever they misbehave
He never condone any indiscipline around him
Whenever he sights any bad deeds

The ever faithful companion
He is no respecter of anyone
You should get one
You sincerely need one

Dear friend
Do you have a conscience?
Dear friend get one
You really need to.

I was at a bar,
Against my will,
I don’t drink…
Alcohol.

The people laughing,
Hollering, Wallowing,
And swallowing the
Brew to a counterfeit
Reality…
A reality of invincibility,
A reality of incomprehension,
A reality of  abstract visions,
A reality of indiscipline,
A reality of the minds,
A reality of blurriness,
A reality of sheer…
UTTER Stupidity.

They stutter and stumble,
They rock and ****,
They slam and slam
More brewed bogus
Reality.

They call it an escape,
But while in that faux-reality
They forget;
There is no reality
More genuine,
More intricate,
More perplexing,
More marvelous,
More sobering,
Than one within sobriety,
Made from all
Natural ingredients.

Mom
an unconditional soul
remain behind son success
often credit goes to his wife

Dad
an arrogant soul
bring discipline in indiscipline way
often credit goes to the teacher

Teacher
a feared soul
bring conditioning in control way
often credit goes to the school

God
a ultimate soul
bring fear to become rational
often credit goes to the religion

Coach
a trained soul
bring talent in practice
often credit goes to the team

Singer
a divine soul
bring life to lyrics
often credit goes to the music director..

So This Line Was Expressed...
By... ANOTHER Poet... !!!
  
Who Calls Himself...
... SUICIDE SUSPECT... !!!
  
So Now It’s Subject...
Is One I’m Gonna INSPECT...
Within This Here Poem... !!!
  
Because EXACTLY Which One Is It... ?!?
  
That DEFINES It’s ACTUAL Position... ?!?
  
Do BLACK Lives Matter...
Or Do SLACK Lives Matter... ?!?
  
When It Comes To How We’re Living... ?
And Who DIES Because of KILLINGS... !!!
  
But I’ll Start Yes With...
... “ Bill Clinton “...
  
And His Treatment of Women... !?!
Because EVEN With A Wife...
He Told BARE Faced LIES... !!!
About Monica **** LICKING... !!!
But His SLACKNESS Was QUICKLY FORGIVEN... ?!?
  
By Hilary And The Minions...
Who CLEARLY Did NOT Treat Him... ?!?
  
In Ways That Were UNFORGIVING.. ?!?
  
Because His Chatter Still Seems To Matter...
When It Comes To Political Business... ?!?
And Now I’m Wondering What’s The THINKING... ?!?
That Now Has Things... POSITIONED...
When It Comes To New ****** Missions...
  
That Biblically Were Written...
As Being Something FORBIDDEN... !!!!!!
  
To Now Be COOL And DRIVEN...
To Be Taught In SCHOOLS To CHILDREN... ?!?

Don’t You People See The HYPOCRISY... ?!?
In How SOCIETY Now Has The CHEEK...
To Hold CEREMONIES...
In Places Where Bibles Now Be... !?!
  
So DON’T You Dare Try To Deem...
This Verse As Being HATE SPEECH... !!!!!!!
  
When It's Just... REALITY... !!!
  
Because It’s SLACKNESS To Me... !!!
To FILL ARSES INSTEAD of *******... ?!?
  
With **** That Helps BREED...
And Create PREGNANCIES... ?!?
  
So Let Me Quickly Change The THEME... !!!
And Now Get To BLACK PEEPS’... !!!
  
The Police And These ARMIES...
of PROTESTORS On Streets... !!!
  
So Now Black Lives Apparently MATTER... !?!
... Are You People KIDDING Me... ?!?
  
Y’all Better Check Through HISTORY... !!!
And Yes That Means BLACK Slavery... !!!
  
Because There Were BLACKS...
Who Were TRULY SLACK... !!!
  
When It Came To How They’d Treat...
And SELL Black Families...
To White Colonial Fiends... !!!
  
And Let Me Just STRESS...
That When It Comes To Black Men...
  
I’ve Seen SLACKNESS...
BEYOND BELIEF In TODAYS Societies... !!!
  
And DON'T Even TRY To Say That’s A LIE... !!!
Let Me SHOW You What I Mean... !!!
  
...... INDISCIPLINE......
When It Comes To Children...
And Black Women They BEAT... !!!
  
And Black ATTACKS...
Against OTHER BLACKS...
Are Not Some FALLACY... !!?!!
  
These Are FACTS...
That DON’T Need To Be Backed...

Because They Are REALITY... !!!
  
Now As For The Police And The MILITARY...
Their SLACKNESS FEEDS Off KILLING SPREES... !!!
Which Is Why Protestors Are NOW On Streets... !?!
  
But Is That The TRUTH REALLY... ?
When Those Who MATTER And INCITE Today’s Scenes...
Are Shrouded In A World of... “Secrecy”...
  
So You’d Best CHECK Who It Be... ?
Whose Working BEHIND The Scenes... !!!
of Protests... We NOW SEE... !!!
  
Could It Be The... LGBT... ?!?
Or The Q’s Who In TRUTH...
Are Behind These Groups... ?!?
  
So That THEY Can INCREASE...
What It Is THEY DEEM...
To MATTER WithIn Society... !!!
  
Now REMEMBER Those...
... BIBLICAL Themes... !!!!!!
  
That I Spoke of EARLIER In This Piece...
of... TRUTHFUL Poetry... !!!
  
Because MY BLACKNESS...
DOESN’T Deal In SLACKNESS... !!!
In How I Choose To Be...
Or WITHIN MY POETRY... !!!
  
So THINK On THIS...
BEFORE You Start To RESIST...
The Words In This Poetic Script...  
  
Because What It POSES...
Is A Question Like... THIS...
  
To Those Who THINK They’re CLEAN...
And HOLD RIGHTEOUS BELIEFS... !!!
  
When It Comes To Those Who LIVE...
Or DIE Because of... IGNORANCE... !!!
  
From *** To The Streets...
To... HUMANITY...
  
Do BLACK Lives Matter... ?
Or Do SLACK Lives Matter... ?
  
In This World of CRAZINESS... ?!?
  
When It Comes To What...  
People Now THINK... !!!
  
“EXACTLY Which One Is It ?”