Thursday, November 23, 2017

DEEP INTO POLITICS

I thought for a moment
I Imagined peace laced with war
I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser
The beauty of it, I could never surmised
Together with my mind we fought for ideas
To see the visible tenets of politics

He kept on asking
He searched for the tricks
Oh! My Brother, is of no merit
Can’t you smell it?
The fragrance of deception
Unless you enjoy dicey issues

Shout! Shout! They cheer
They hope their lives in them
Without a pensive moment
They create unthinkable tendencies
They live their business in questionable abeyance
At the latter, they wallow in dilemma
What a decisive moment

We are all to bear
Bad criticism can stir
A game of sad happiness
A choice of I care not, could be suicidal
We strive for the sweet flavor
The bitter chunk is mostly tasted
We cheer them at our own peril and smile

Come to think of it
One of the tenets is liberty
So on we worked, and waited for liberation
It appears with us in limbo
Life is always simple
But society has created a difficult illusion

Who will ascend the throne?
The quest of it so we play
With his crafty disposition
Who will come with ambitions?
Who won’t be ambitious?
We love not a road of perilous adventures
But a nation with great ambiance for generations

Deceive us not in heartlessness
Our trust and hope in your hands
Our nation of promising future and prospects
Support in love we owe to you
Foundation of good prosperity you owe to us

Thee must desist from this
Try not to be a detractor
Out as good is out to all
Give out your noble ideas
The aftermath of decisive moments comes brotherhood

I prefer the word "decilitics" to politics
Pretend not for me to like you
Practice for me to like you
So take away the word campaign
But be free to implore the word convince

A million eyes on me
A thousand fears in me
A billion hopes I have
I need not disappoint
I fought to leave a legacy
Now I will make a nation of celestial beauty

INK ON PAPER

The brain is superior
It births to great thinking
It journeys from the ink and white
And goes to eternal
Generations come to benefit
And to latter digest
The greatest tools they attest
Visible with ideas
Without it, ideas could diminish
Whenever it flows an idea is born
On the road of philosophies of the ink and white we have trailed
And will continue to digest and make more avail
My people are suffering
From the hinterlands and afar
Their plight has voyaged through thousand people
And have reached thousand leaders
Oh! My adorable ink
Glare to them your persuasive powers
In this modern eras
It has become the greatest persuader
Think to write
Write to persuade
And persuade to impact
I get not the platform when time comes to voice
I receive not the attention I desire
For the airtime, I cannot pay
So I bow to my ink and paper
I feed them with my thoughts and ideas
And it will stay years after centuries
But when I command the voice
It echoes only for a while
And extincts after listened people are buried
So I say
My ink will continue to flow
From letters to words
Words to statement and sentences
Ideas in ink
Ink on paper
Together they form a legacy
This is mine
Where are your spoken ideas?
My ink will continue to flow
Just mere color
Plain white sheet
It strives to answer
Exposes the deeds
A voice could be lost forever
Certainly not the ink on sheets

Saturday, December 25, 2010

UNTITLED



What lies within brightened souls?
Hope or greed
We see much but none to know
The world is big but just a street

Indeed life is fair
It’s unfair to the undeserved
So they see blur
What thee struggle, is what is served

Sorrows may be gone
Like a believer, so believing
Or may be a quarter of a long
And like a baby, still teething

So even in felicitation
There could be moments of bleak
The life we know is in oscillation
Still believe, the hopes shouldn’t leak

The have determines not
Think of no future
The act determines what
But think of hereafter

My life perhaps an example
So don’t be too close to call
It’s all possible
Tide rises, tide falls

BROKEN SILENCE(PART 1)



Presently my soul lingers in limbo; not agnostic
The weary feet of me gets weary not; soon to be
No mortal seek what I seek; perhaps know what I hold
As one sits facing the glare of truth; surely true
I come to say there may be binary beliefs; but one truth
-Only this and nothing more-

That hour that all awaits; within a possible time
Will defame so called perfectionist; hmm
If many fear to say; I will utter
What I see now is religious politics; and many do flirt
And I strive to stand within reach
-Confusion and nothing more-

Then I realized all the leaves fell from one tree
Green, yellow and dried leaves; they were under its feet
Dancing to the melody of motherhood ensemble
Yet each thinks its better specie
And that began assertions; the latter is buttering
-Intolerance and nothing more-

So when he mentioned his father’s name
I found out it was my dad; unknowingly
We all sing his glorious praise; each on a convinced dogma
Lost within souls but found in soles
And who wears the crown?
-A question and nothing more-

In the garden of deities; the fruit stood supreme
Some animals crawled and some flew to have a bite
And each trusted his way; yet admired others
All souls after the supreme fruit; trusting and believing
And who saves the rancor? Each belong to one
-Appreciate and nothing more-

Who confers piousness and legitimacy and supremacy?
Certainly not a mortal being; never to be born
So as all seek and conclude to be the white Angel
You might be the black one in white
And where we think we will end, we might not
-And that is forevermore-

As I sit watching this painting of Leonardo Da Vinci
I appreciated it from one angle
But my fellow mortals may have different eyes
And it changes not Leonardo’s painting; still the Mona Lisa
And no one should be blamed; save us the invective
-Just that and nothing more-

I am surely a wonderer to you; I owe it to myself
As I scribble this, I fear no coming ignominy
Just a minute will tell the sweetest delicacy
And before that no one should claim the best chef
I say we all taste salty; sweet in our own eyes
-That and nothing more-

They save themselves through the stone; not your own
You redeem yourself through the sea; that’s what you see
I walk on the road that I believe; I won’t deceive
Hoping from one common power; and it doesn’t taste sour
Let my heart be still a moment; and don’t torment
-Don’t condemn anymore-

I sit and panic within; just for thoughts
Yes the end may seem ominous; and I hold on
As your are in your light; so am I and so is he
Think of no thee as evil; just escape the devil
Just believe your ways
-Don’t know what to say anymore-

I HEAR THEM SAYING

I hear them saying
That my life smells of success
Saying my genius is becoming madness
That my future might be hopeless
And I might be goalless
Bit I look up and say God, quarantine me not in sadness

I hear them saying
That he never agrees
And if I become a leader, I will rule with decrees
That my family will enjoy nothing but spending sprees
And I'll live my servants in shrieks
But I may need these lies to escape such deeds

I hear them saying
That I am a pervert
All I do to people’s relationship is to subvert
That I'm always wishing to covert
I'm far from that so I won't be perturbed
But don't forget, I'm not perfect

I hear them saying
After the fruit, he keeps the seed
I'm not myopic. I look beyond my feet
And my disposition creates me free
In future they shall quest my feast
But there was no quest when I was on the street

I hear them saying
He falls not on ground
And even if he falls, it makes no sound
Yes I pick up pieces not to cry loud
To help create a world where happiness abound
But they say I'm the foolish man with a crown

I hear the saying
That I delight in sin
And he who follows me falls in a ditch
That I'm so bad that I cannot be stitched
But as I sit down to think
I ask myself, are they not guilty of the same thing?

I hear them saying
That I have a good demeanor
That when it comes to my religion, I am believer
That I strive to be an achiever
And I tell them my falling doesn't make me a looser
It only makes me stronger

I hear the saying
That I am stupid and foolish
That my writings make them frown in anguish
That my style is fetish
That I wrote a poem titled, 'evil visits' and that makes me devilish
But I write to expose and also be stylish

IN THE HOSPITAL



Where is the nurse?
Please don’t be a mess
Help me out, I need to keep fit to end this week
Don’t tell me its malaria
Yes I know of the diarrhea

You are preparing me for admission?
I wish I could put in a petition
Five lab tests
You guys are funny, just like my pet
Tell me what is wrong?
I am a man, very strong

You have very low blood
Sorry, that’s too bad
Ahuh? Can you be a little faster?
Ok, you have ulcer
Hmm I like sleeping, so I eat late
That has left me in this miserable state

Please nurse help me to the washroom before I slip
And when I return, enough of the drip
I’m tired of being fed
Then think of being dead
Hey nurse don’t incur my wrath
Just think about your cash

You are a young nurse, you give me good smiles
I know Fadil, just for your eyes
Hey time for injection
Oh if it’s you, no rejection
I have to go now, so kindly sleep
And don’t think of me too deep

How are you feeling today?
Doctor I feel good, it’s a holiday
You have been discharged
Doctor, please give me a massage
Fadil you are very funny
Yes I’m going home and I fell funky

Nurse can I kiss you as I am going home?
My number is on your phone, when you get home, kiss me through the phone
Your mum is waiting for you
Yeah see you soon
Bye
Byeeeee..

TOGETHER FOREVER



Time is due as it is due
Our own will be a sample for mankind
Going and never to retreat
Envies from our foes will be a norm
The fragrance from our wedlock will be admired by all
Hoping to break all obstacles that come our way
Exposing each others lovely inner being
Raining love on each other

Fragile is the heart
Onto such hearts, we place care
Real happiness is our quest
Eternal bliss we will get
Victory in our endeavors
Everlasting love we pray for
Romance we shall never ignore

DEEP INTO POLITICS

I thought for a moment I Imagined peace laced with war I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser The beauty of it, I cou...