Gossip is junkfood-
Cheap talk dressed up like a
Meal,
Served by people who stay
And seasoning them
Hungry
For somebody else's
Downfall.
It hits quicks
Salty,
Messy,
Leaves the tongue filled
In things you can't swallow
Back
People snack on rumors
Like chips in a defective
Bowl,
Crunching half-truths
And seasoning them-
With their own self-doubt.
They pass around
Somebody's pain
Like hors d'oeuvres
At a party they weren't invited to.
But I spit fire now-
Clean fire,
Classy fire,
The kind that burns off
Nonsense
Without lowering itself
To their level.
I don't eat lies
I don't serve them.
I don't sit at tables
Where truth is elective.
Gossip is junkfood-
All flavor, no value,
All noise, no weight
Truth though...
Truth is a plated dish,
Made slow,
Made with hands
That know precisely
Who they 're feeding.
Never pick crops before harvest ,
?Because the sun won't let me rest.
?It was rotten yet never became ripe,
?This is what I got after all that hype .
?
?It bore the seeds of despair,
?It's something I can't repair.
?Stuck in a quagmire of panic,
?Should I...no I tried that tactic.
?Though the seeds looked promising,
?Nothing good comes from fantasizing.
?Thought picking it before harvest I'd still find it in a good state,
?I knew that those fruits were nothing but rot in my fate.
?
?For the bare land that bore them always buried my grudges.
?I guess my heart is hard and never budges.
?For every thought I plough, it sows the seeds of rot and I reap the pain .
?
The feeling was real in heart
A glance pierced the heart ,like a dart.
There was a spark,a different glow
Everything was smooth, with the flow.
Year after year,the bond got strong
It all seemed magical, but,I was wrong.
The words looked real,the emotions so true
The love grew deeper,there was no clue.
It was a mistake, to think it real
The pain is deep,hard to deal.
The wounds though invisible, are forever
I was fooled...I wish,I was clever...
The thing I never said ,is ,the regret
To have been loved,feels to be in debt.
Everything every time,was fabricated
It took years to realize, how deeply,I was hated.
Deep inside, my heart regrets and mourns
As the pain,from thousand piercing thorns...
A HAIKU TO RESOILING OUR NATION
Seeds of hate cannot
Germinate in soils of love:
Let our soils be so:-
CUT
It starts with a pinprick
A simple drop of blood
Lubricate that rusty wheel
Welling to a flood
A line drawn in the flesh
Expressions of self love
But all the while
That wheel turns
Somewhere far above
You hear it's pain
The rancid smell
Just another shove
A little deeper
Might explain
The person you've become
The mirror's lie
A piercing eye
A pointed loaded gun
Ugly sure
The only cure
Let blood like water run
Unified Call- We speak their names with
Reverence, and the ancestors rise in
The unseen to witness.
The world reads them before it knows them,
But the obscurity answers; their capital is
Older than any bias.
They learn caution too early, discretion too
Young, yet the unseen strolls with them in
Every stride.
Harm pursues them without petition
But protection gathers like a second horizon,
Shifting the air, not today, not this one.
Their names hold history, optimism, and the
Right to grow old, and the ancestors say each
Name is an ancestry of brilliance.
When the world looks away, injustice transforms
Into bold, but the shadows rise; we do not look
Away.
Truth returns to them like a safeguard,
Justice throbs even when unheard, and the
Unseen closes the circle:
Their lives mattered before the world began, and they matter now, fully incessantly.
The soul that sees all alike
O equality to strike,
Sees every soul as his own,
In all finds the soul his own,
He scarce can anyone hate,
As all equal does he rate. || 6 ||
_________________________
Translations | 04.09.2026 | hate, life, self/soul, creatures, Rhyme
Note: Only when we see the other soul/being as different from us, the negative emotions of competition, fear, envy, hate etc would take hold in us. If we see them in us, and in us them in a world of non-duality, such feeling would disappear, this verse says.
There is wealth of wisdom in ancient Sanskrit texts . This series on Jewels from Upanishads covers selected verses from various Upanishads of which there are as many as 120. We select a few verses only the major ones, beginning with Ishaa Vaasyam. The translation here is not verbatim but freely done. The transliteration of the verse follows. Alas I have to remove all the transliteration symbols.
yah tu sarvani bhutani
atmani eva anu-pashyati |
sarva bhuteshu cha atmanam
tatah na vijugupsate || 6 ||
See verse 6.29 of Bhagavad-Gita that talks in similar tone.
I wish I didn't love and I wish more
I wish we had never met or said hello
I wish you were still a stranger to me
I wish our love never started to grow
I wish all our mistakes didn't happen
I wish things had just gone differently
I wish you weren't the one I dreamed of
I wish when my eyes closed you I didn't see
I wish you could find forgiveness
I wish your heart wasn't cold as ice
I wish I wasn't so stubborn and mean
I wish I could have just been nice
I wish you would come home to me
I wish you would just go away
I wish all this never would've happened
I wish I'm coming home you would say
Forgive me, for hatred is all I have left.
Whatever love I bore you lies buried
beneath the sheer weight of my terror.
Flee now, before the beast takes hold -
for your time grows dangerously short.
A white tear bled from the foil seam,
a cold, lactic rot sliding down her woven leather heel,
drawing a pale, sour map across her instep.
I watched the porcelain skin of her shoe drink the milk,
and in that quiet curdling, my entire small frame snapped.
A choir of jagged iron shrieked beneath my skull,
tearing through the bone and behind my eyes:
a ruined child deserves no sun.
I did not wait for any reflex.
I dragged myself by the throat,
spat curses into my own ears,
and ran.
I bolted past the garden gate,
past the tall, unbothered grass,
my bare feet slapping the dirt in a rhythm of
self - contempt and fault.
In the damp dark behind the compost heap,
I pressed my face into the stinging nettles,
scraping my knees against the jagged limestone,
offering my own raw, bleeding shins to the air
to pay the debt for what I had done
praying the earth would swallow the wretched thing I was.
I hate the way you make my heart skip a beat each time you smile.
I hate that blue twinkle in your eye when you're about to speak.
I hate how my skin tingles when you gently stroke my hand.
I hate the way you rush to greet me because you say you missed me so.
I hate that music in your voice each time you're saying something sweet.
I hate the slight curl in your lips when you're about to say you love me.
I hate the way you call me sweetheart as the moon's about to rise.
I hate how natural it is for your arms to wrap around my shoulders.
I hate how calmness falls upon us when words are nowhere to be found.
But most of all, I hate the way you make it hard for me not to love you back.
AP: 2nd place 2026
All the blood that humanity has shed in wars throughout history
Succeeded only in irrigating the bloodthirsty battlefields of hate!
Demetrios Triiatis
16 September 2026
Sweet September morn Fall's freshness Natural normalcy was all around us
Soon something shifted, shalt not
Killing came - Monumental Madness
Hate hit our twin towers.
Pierced Pentagon caused fiery flames
"Let's Roll" rested in farmer's field
I hate good-byes.
There is nothing good
in them.
They are too permanent.
Ominous par excellence.
I said good-bye
to a friend once,
never saw him twice.
No, there is nothing good
in a good-bye.
I favour
farewell.
"I hate it when..." Fill in the blank
We can divine evolutionary purpose for most emotions
Fear, love, compassion, etc...
That rational thought is supposed to leaven
"I hate it when I wake up tired."
When will we grow tired of hate?
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