A knickknack box
With a leech on its flap,
A horn of a fox
And a crumpled cap.
A five bucks coin,
A plate and a cup,
And a mat for a nap.
Food and shelter,
Lust and life.
All in one
With luck and strife.
Simple tastes
Or thrifty living
I know not
It's a stealthy viewing
The pilgrim of Sansara
Comprises these,
Myriad Sankara
In different degrees.
Hidden among the lost lives
Lied living lies.
Ridden amidst the cross fights
Cried both sides.
Ceased with a dazed ease
Leaderships appeased
Pleased with the leased bleeds
Talks did proceed.
The fame and names played a game
Sans a tinge of shame
The pain and brains took the aim
Never to lose again.
In haist to be in the Wild Wild West
They cherish their dreams in force-worn breasts
To groom the groins of wealth with zest
They nestle the nozzle for a blood-stained crest.
The smiling lips betray their hopes,
The craidling teats portray their slopes,
The grinding hips resonate their tears
While the scarlet sheets emanate their fears.
Bends and curves plus hills and falls
Mend their way for the clubby-hubby waltz
Tamed and lamed in one-way roles
Lives are lived for rock 'n' roles
Kitties for some and cookies for some,
Chewed and licked like nooky-house gum
Pinched and slapped cheeks made-up plum
one-night wives may chunk their chum
Silent bridal seas astray
Shown no marks of the boats that sway
Throne overboard with a price to pay
Forever they live their lives' last day.
Modeled figures lack models for life
Whim and vigor just melt with the stripe
Jingling haggles swop slots for a wife
Untoled tales stuck still in the windpipe
Athenian sons of the fancied lineage,
Saddle the horses for the divine passage
Fairies alight at the end of their hemorrhage
Chassed for their shares at Vegas's hermitage.
The long awaited moon
Has thus taken its seet
In the starry sky
Right above our room
My lovely young bride
Along with her pride
Takes her time
To show me all she's got.
The stage is set
The eyes are met
But alas! I fret
the night ain't perfect.
I can't align
My mind's design
Within her figure
That lacks more vigor
In fact our hearts
Were the perfect match
Yet my eyes craved
For more in her.
To hold tight
I yearned for sleek hips
To tenderly touch
I wanted coiled hair
Oh poor dear
Shan't shed a tear
But with her failed gear
I'll only be her fear.
How can I juxtapose
Her plain-Jane figure
with the physiques that made me froze
filled with lust and vigor
It wasn't her,
my eyes wanted most
But it was her ,
Who was drawn to me so close.
I was told that she ditched
A mad goggle-eyed fool
With whom she saw no future
Which she neither shall have with me.
It's not my fault
She made her own snare
To trap us both
in an undue share.
Everything in my power
I did to turn her down
And yet none could cover
Her love that bore my crown.
By the grace of all we married
Never to keep it long
the morrow that sun shall carry
will tell her I've long gone.
"Neither here nor there"
That's how it sounds like;
That's how it smells like;
That's how it tastes like…
But does it really…
seem like that?
Does it really
Matter to you?
The outcaste imagines you mumble…
"mmm well… not really"
In your rat race you stumble
And you lose the links you cherished so dearly.
The mouth-watering carrots
That your all mighty(s) hath hung beyond your reach,
Hoist you above other parrots
Whose envy you win with your speech
When your faculties help you no more
To quench their thirst of lip service,
A shocking revelation shudders your core
When you realize that your days are numbered.
An outcast they call you hence
At first it'll make no sense
By the time you reach your fence
You'll learn it all in every sense.
"Democracy is a mockery"
Where? It's everywhere!
Nobody can deny
Leaches on the mattresses
Nigas in the sky-scrapers
All mighty whity fans
Rock and roll the nigas' cans.
To call us morons
Do you dare?
To say "Blame it on me"
Do you care?
You worry about some stones
Are they mightier than your nukes?
You query about Buddhist teachings
Have we slandered yours?
Keep your asses
Off our matters;
Cause you were toddling
At the time we were shimmering
Not in your neo-colonization;
But in human civilization.
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They wait and pray for an unknown angel,
An angel who breeds loads of pennies.
In those picketing dreams they see their angel
With the jingling and glistening pennies.
"The hand-to-mouth existence" of which they might have learned;
Is the only option left for some.
The others whose parents spend the pittance they'd earned,
Upon those efforts with just no out come.
With heavy hearts which lack consciences,
They play their parts in crowded streets
In public places they offer services,
Which cause the cops reach banging heats.
In the elecrtion-summer they get some sweets,
That make them trapped through their ecstatic senses
And of course they've to pay for those sweets,
With a cross that makes them forever losers.
There's no difference in the final outcome,
Cause both parties get a hearty laugh.
Though the company gets no income
The rates and statistics remain high
There lies the wonderful verity
Hidden in an unidentified global network
The company marked in the history of humanity
Expands further like a divine woodwork
"Second to none" I've heard they say.
If you haven't, scowl at me you may.
Whatever the things we strongly believe,
May be the things they've told to deceive.
Is it only us who have been fed thus?
Is it only us who are to be tricked thus?
Aren't we supposed to pass them on?
So that the future minds to will be gone
Efficiency, productivity and all this bluff.
Strategies and management just make them all stuffed.
It's this 'time' who does the trick
None can stop it from slipping it within a click.
"Old is gold" so does the 'time'.
All one wants is just the 'time'
Many to be achieved and more to be lost
Few may win but many get lost.
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