Great ideas have gone untold
Until one day when they unfold
Through the minds of plagiary
Comes great ideas- dishonestly
My usual meditation in the morning
Was abruptly breached by a mosquito
Tearing the quiet of the moment growing
The vanished scar is an adverse memento.
It was seen at my foot immovably stuck
Inflated with blood like a drunk
A billionaire sunk
Into the quagmire of life
Removed from the dishonestly acquired bunk.
The dead insect was scooped out using nail
The dead had to leave out everything including blood
It left no trail no trial to face to pass or fail.
Life’s accumulated blood
Would never be carried to the next birth
Of the inner resident.
This city is infested by mosquitoes
It accepts all insects and foes
In exchange of modern tourism with prearranged
Contact and appointment flourishing on its shore
With Nature’s endowment of Sea over the others to score;
After all citizens face no hurdle
From restrictions legal or illegal
They don’t have to stand any trial or battle
Anything beyond what they have
They don’t mind if life around is soothing or rough.
© Aju Mukhopadhyay, 2023
What love embodies is set in stone
Only a pickaxe can break
What's truthfully there, damage prone
What the heart wants is stuck with a stake
Maybe I’m the pickaxe who destroys all love
But I will never be so sure
Because the pickaxe can be anything, a gentle dove
I don’t know what love has in store
All I know is that love still embodies
Anyone who sets me up a glance
My heart seems to take many vengeful hobbies
But hey, my head won’t move it’s stance
What love embodies is set in stone
I’m the pickaxe that breaks
What's dishonestly there, lying prone
I must stick my heart with a stake
You achieved fulfilment thoughtlessly.
Deeply saddened,
Broken soul and bond.
You dishonestly left a once-thriving union, leaving wounds.
Your attention, tough.
Disappointment, hurting, and ignoring replaced liking and respect.
Depression is unforgivable.
Beware, for the soul you leave behind is valuable and caring.
Your anger will not move them since their commitment was beyond gentleness.
If all you need to ask, "Is beauty truth?"
It isn't much you need to know on earth.
It's less than what appraisers say it's worth,
This jar with frieze depicting frozen youth.
Curators and collectors both agree
If forged or stolen, sold dishonestly
Museum art debased on pedestals
Makes hiding art seem safely tenable.
It may be better beauty be destroyed.
A little worshiper of idols still
Resides inside and ever, always will
Until we're much less worldly employed.
While thirsty an ascetic often thinks
Urns beautiful when everybody drinks.
(8/29/22)
Name of Crime Under Section
1.Murder 302
2.Death by negligence,303/304/308/312/319/321/322
3.Attempt to Murder / Suicide,324/325
4.Thug / Exposure of Child / Concealment of Birth,327/328/329
5.Itlaf-i-udw/salahiyyat-i-udw,334/336
6.Causing hurt with/blunt/sharp weapon,337(A - N)
7.Isqat-i-hamal with consent/without consent/janin,338(A - C)
8.Wrongful restraint/confinement of person, 341/342/343/344/345/346/347/348
9.Criminal Assault / Violating Modesty of Women,352/358/354-A
10.Kidnapping & Abduction,363/364/365/365-A /366/367/369
11.Rape,375/376
12.Un-Natural Offence,377
13.Zina Sec 10 (i)(ii)(iii) Zina-Ord,79,279
14.Theft 379/382/401/411
15.Robbery/Dacoity,392/394/395/396
16.Criminal Assault / Violence,427/448/452/453/506
17.Cheating/Forgery/Fraud,406/409/417/420/430/477
18.Lurking House Tresspass,442-460
19.Wandering,55/109
20.Dishonestly recev.Stolen property,411/412/413/414
21.Arms Ord / 65 / SIA Act, 1991,13/20/65,7/21/91
22.Military Deserters 54 Cr. PC 17
23.Bogus / Bouncing of Cheque,489-F
24.Gambling,4-GO 5/7/78
25.Breach of peace,107/151 Cr.
The betrayal has cut to the bone
It never leaves my soul
I try to go about my daily life
But the pain creeps up
It cuts like a knife
It invades even my dreams
Memories that were happy
Have been decimated
Reminders have been tainted
Joy has been replaced with
Anguish
I hope it was all worth it
The eager conspirators
This greed you’ve shared
Has clouded your legacy
Turned you into pirates
Thieves
That steal
Tears fall for your souls
That will not
Rejoice
for your actions
Have determined your fate
I cannot forgive but I must forget you
To save my own sanity
I choose to honor not destroy
Have pity on your souls
Fortune
Abandonment
Money
Intitlement
Lost
Yearn for it all
Will never fulfill
For what you’ve attained
Can never bring joy
For it was acquired dishonestly
Destroying trust
Good morning - (H) (O) (W) are you today?
Ther is nothing better than remaining (H)onest, (O)pen-minded and (W)illingly willful.
Everyone and everything lives far better applying themselves towards, life, together, this above way.
Looking for just exactly where, and when, and if we can be truly helpful carrying this ever-exacting attitude towards all of life continuing.
Have a glorious day, friend, living in this above way!
If I will not, I live in the direct consequence, of myself just as relatively, but ever-dishonestly!
This is our choice, either way, that we choose and take action upon continually.
Friend, continuing on into and throughout the very movement of this very moment on into and beyond and throughout all of eternity.
Moving all of life on into, and throughout, all of, infinity!
To Mary J. Blige
Sister, you're gone through hell and back,
We know from what we heard but you know the facts
Of the drama playing like a daytime serial on TV
Or like a bad card being dealt dishonestly.
The bad breaks you've gone through and making bad press
And suddenly trying to get from under such mess.
"No More Drama" is your new theme song
And those around you who did you wrong
Are no longer parts of that "Young and Restless" life of hell
Or sometimes "Bold and Beautiful" days that just say, "oh well!"
The drama is finally gone
It's time to turn off the sad pitiful song
And start living again for once in your life my friend
Break away from the sadness and let it finally end
For this is your life
Now live it!!!!
April, 2004
It was nailed up at the huge door,
Where people dishonestly balked.
I wondered what for.
I walked up to watch the shuffling flock.
There are too many people in the crowd,
For anyone to notice now.
The silence here is far too loud.
95 could never describe,
Why I couldn't walk in.
Like I was doomed to be forgivable,
And on earth just to repent.
She told me
In another life it might make sense,
For things to explode with a single glimpse.
I watch them live to see the end.
I am not something picked off of the wreckage,
A vector for your epidemic.
The highest abuse is the great lengths
Repeatedly reached
For defeat;
To keep yourself down on your knees.
A lost soul is a soul set free.
I saw god when I saw the riot in me.
And if you'd rise, you also would see;
God is who you let yourself be.
If I explain you, that wouldn't help you
To understand the importance of a subject,
until you don't fail, you 'll never learn the values of a thing,
doesn't matter living is balanced or unbalanced that has swing,
Changing circumstances has everyone's effect,
you need to earn each single penny that's most defect.
you can or not become rich over a night
you want to live honestly or dishonestly is our fight.
you 're educated or illiterate a way for living you need to select.
you 're sufficient or need efficiency a precess our ancestor's hope,
developed communities, broken barriers to secure progressive crop.
when you doubt, raised a question, indicates you understand lot,
you dedicate contribution is important no care subject is cool or hot.
I'm a factor to live in present to walk forward with time,
to follow the roots of a problem to find the solution of lyme.
I stand so far and silent as I become invisible to the ever growing crowd, an atmosphere of consciousness building thoughts into an idea formulating like a cloud, I can see all the scared eyes concealed behind every veiling mask, a sequence of smiles and personality reflection where most dishonestly bask; Iv'e spent endless nights alone with a million questions to ask. Insanity shapes as chemical consumption psychologically rapes, enter my mentality but know first there are no escapes. The silent suffering seems to bring a smile, comforting darkness from a self imprisoning exile, glancing through the eyes capable of seeing truth beyond mask's of denial. maybe a blessing, perhaps a curse, analytically obsessing, a mind unveiling thy universe. The embryonic earth so majestic and frail, the womb so caressing and warm; Where only darkness has managed to prevail, I watch the destruction from the eye of the storm.
When we travel,
we do so rather mindlessly,
never thinking that others
are out to live dishonestly,
Some will stoop to planting their
illegal wares on others,
causing all sorts of confusion and bothers,
Many will try to attach their ill-gotten
gains on an innocent traveller,
who is completely naive and unaware
of private drug warfare,
If your luggage is left unattended,
They will "go to town" unless
apprehended,
If the snoops are greeted by a giant snake,
that is sure to make their tempretures boil
and their hearts to quake, or stop......
and even when they realize it isn't a joke,
The least of their troubles is the illegal coke,
The victim may accidentally drop the antidote,
The planter's death becomes a foolish mistake,
because the owner of the luggage wasn't forgiving,
The truth of the drama is......,
"Planting" is no way to make a living!
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