I can’t speak up for myself, will YOU
I can’t speak up for myself, will YOU
“appetite for rhino horn is so great that it now fetches up to $100,000/kg, making it worth more than its weight in gold. (Horns average around 1-3 kg each, depending on the species.)”
My addiction does not leave my side.
Repenting, I went to you my love,
Alas, you are also addicted to the same,
and embracing your lover, you ignored me.
I sent you my beating heart,
Isn’t it lovely, my love?
Please like it,
My Android is waiting to acknowledge
your iPhone like.
I am sure, drugged as we are, and can’t talk,
my Android and your iPhone,
will surely connect.
After all, they are are choke full of
emojis of beating hearts.
what is life,
if not colored by a little fantasy?
I shall rather fly away
on the wings of my imagination,
than wither slowly by
dripping sands of time.
is there anything more painful,
than dying by grinding of the mundane?
let them ridicule me,
for my feet not being grounded;
will the bean counters ever comprehend,
ecstasy of riding the winged horses,
and flying away?
Conditioned by heartbreaks such,
that I now look at praise askane;
if you find me aloof and distant,
know it’s not me, but
the fear of rejection
raising its ugly head;
I now fear the light that
hides the truth,
and embraced darkness unpretentious;
darkness that glitter with false light,
where hopes are drowned
in promises of elixir of life,
and love is traded and exchanged
in flesh markets;
Oh ye all with high hopes
of a bright future in your hearts,
enter here at your own risk,
for here hopes come to die,
and heartbreaks reign supreme.
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beware ye all who enter here,
words lie around here,
not to soothe thy heart.
here desires are stocked,
and hunger reigns,
quench your thirst at leisure,
when the liquor flows.
open thy mind,
let the exhilaration course
through thy veins,
feel the exquisite pain,
and see thy heart bleed.
immerse thee in the beauty
but beware of the thorns,
thou will be challenged,
may sometimes be titillated,
words may sometimes bite,
but they will not curse,
they will prick, and they may poke,
but they will never incite.
violence is abhorred here,
and love dispensed freely,
so take what you like,
who knows what tomorrow brings,
the glaciers recede,
and the river dies.
the price of indulging incitation,
paid by our silence to timely confront.
failure of the world at large
to stand up to a bully,
paid by bloods of millions of innocents,
and two atom bombs.
the world will never be the same again,
never again, we say
and then we keep mum,
when silence serves our purpose.
countless millions on the street,
the world lumbers from crisis to crisis,
many, a paycheck away from being on the street,
and our silence may put many out there soon.
one flash and boom it goes,
years of dreams down the drain.
the hearth has been stocked,
the fuel supplied,
a word evil, spoken from a distance safe, enough to spark
the fire of hatred.
as Rome burns, fiddles Nero.
and those who indulge and condone,
won’t even have the
rights to remain silent,
when they come for them.
The most profound ideas of the day come to mind in the toilet because they are worthy of being flushed out of the system at the earliest.
Why does the sands of time
drips so slowly, and then
the hourglass turns?
Why can’t time remain at
standstill as we mourn
the scores that departed
to the unknown shores?
do you hear the blood curdling
howls of the hyenas circling,
to rip the coffins before
the bodies are cold?
the vampires do not dread
the light anymore,
ready to suck the blood
as life goes out.
as we mourn, somewhere else
a life mortgaged to luxuries
while living, slowly ebbs,
and street dogs stand in
guard of honour
for the one who has no home.
the sands of time drips ever so slowly,
and the hourglass turns,
as we mourn.
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I came looking for a place to write upon your skin,But it was far too gentle.To hold the weight of my words. I bought a sheet instead. I went hunting for words in your precious smile,But it hid pain far too vicious.For me to even tame. I bought a dictionary instead. When I finally came […]I am a poem
an exquisite poem.
O thou extravagant,
with the luxury of time to waste
to indulge in nostalgia of
a bygone past,
spare some of it
to explore the beauty
of the present,
and nurture it well.
reach out and embrace
lest the future passes you by,
and you are left with
the luxury of time,
to waste and rue,
what could have been,
what could have been!
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