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(Onam is Kerala’s state festival based on the belief of the annual visit of Mahabali, the legendary king of the land, now an occupant of the netherworld.)
I am Mahabali, the king who ruled the land of Kerala.
Now a Time Traveler from the netherworld.
I loved my land and my people as best as I could
With unstinted commitment and devotion,
I served my people and strived for their welfare.
They loved me in turn, never a protest was raised.
The state was in its glorious phase with peace and prosperity
Abounding all across the far reaches of my kingdom.
Every village and town, each nook and corner,
Rang with hearty cheers and songs of mirth.
Freedom and welfare were the hallmark of my reign.
With my fame escalating day by day, even gods grew jealous.
Never suspecting any fraudulence and not knowing,
It was Lord Vishnu who came to me as a Brahmin avatar,
And when asked for some land to do worship,
That could be measured in just three steps,
I granted the boy’s wish, being compassionate.
Soon he grew into mammoth proportions,
Covered the entire universe with his two steps!
I realized that the boy was Lord Vishnu in disguise.
Seeing that there was no more land left,
I bowed before the boy offering my head for the next step.
He pushed me to the netherworld, but with a boon,
To visit my land and my people every year.
I have been visiting my people all these years
But with each visit I have seen only decadence
My land, once the abode of peace and prosperity
Has now become one of disunity, corruption, war and violence
Sadly, I have resolved not to visit my land anymore.
This is my final visit with a warning to all my people;
“Learn from the past, and the endless tortures suffered
That instead of division, oppression and disharmony
You should find common ground to stand and thrive,
For in unity lies humanity’s joy and progress.
Leave behind greed and the mad lust for power.
Alter your course and heal the wounds of the earth.
Let love and peace guide you now and unto eternity.”
Boobs: Now there’s a word that has two unrelated meanings
Your preference might indicate your private thoughts and leanings
But boob can be a word that means a silly little error
Not something that will trash your life for ever and forever
Funny how in digital some numbers look like letters
And that’s quite handy for us ageing PIN number forgetters
Boob reminds me of a fulsome girl I used to date
My pin number in future is Eight Zero Zero Eight
(Just a little note to people fraudulence inclined
If you just wrote that number down you must have lost your mind
I’d never use that number now... my I.Q. aint three cubed
And if I did then folk on Soup would tell me that I boobed)
So, if your girl’s a Dolly Parton or a Taylor Swift
Or if she just slips up a bit, she’s still your special gift
The boobs my mother used to make they always left me smiley
But boobs when made by Frankenstein are something else entirely
The white lies of late December are upon us.
Frozen fish dream of warm tape water.
Every step is a cliff-top until April
then we surrender again to the telltale myths,
the cheerful fraudulence.
Only the old survive all this;
beautiful people wash-up on sandy beaches
create more buttery lobster commercials,
evening gowns drip like sequined icebergs.
The young are headlong as usual
and will not stop
until they mend us into their dreams,
they sew our jester hats
with a pitying love just as we did.
It’s impossible to regret anything
when the very ground under our feet
is begging for more fables, more of anything
to keep us going in a direction identified as forward.
We who still dispense the sweet nothings
of glassy-eyes wizards,
must be seen as fully clothed,
able to function on the old fictions
steady, and not sinking into our frozen boots.
Shadow black blood floods flow silently wailing in whirlpools
Volcanoes of endless enmity erupt with vengeance.
It's not humanness. Here, the mores of 'might is right' rules
Against routing quagmires, lotus buds fight for transcendence.
We shake hands like friends while minds float on clouds of fraudulence.
Amidst rocking crowds in digital sounds, we feel alone.
Wearing torn costumes of cleaved conscience, we seek vigilance.
Weeds of weariness spring up, wherefrom seeds of smiles are sown.
Like weak rams, we follow the rushing crowds to hit someone.
Who do we want to hit? Why do we want to? No one knows.
We make weapons and enable our young ones fight for fun.
Roots of truth hidden, falsehood from friendship flawlessly flows.
Why is each one who toils not the owner of their wages?
Why don't we end all dead ends that prevent our pilgrimages?
In the course of predator and prey, there's a constant fight.
Amidst wild beasts, there's the rationale of might is right.
The might overpowers the weak. Vice is bound by virtue.
The enslaver is enslaved by you. Laurels are your due.
Deceit and fraudulence are weapons of the opponent.
Plunder and loot of hearts are parts of his soul's component.
Though guards his house fully armed, are his life and mammon safe?
His stronghold, by the stronger, should not waste into a waif.
Satan and strong man, you had put into the same balance.
Stronger was your sacred strength, which was beyond all malice.
Grasp of the strongman Satan's got smashed in your stamina.
Vesting the weak and wrecking the strong were your phenomena.
Fully armed, in his own house, could Satan win over you?
Word by word and deed by deed, you dazzled him through and through.
Carlos Ghosn makes a daring escape
It has now become Japan vs Lebanon
CEO had to literally think- Out of Box
This whodunnit as good as Mr Bond
In Japan he was in house arrest
Darling of Lebanese masses
A go getter, a family man
There is some charisma
Leaders and criminals
Dreamers and doers
Put In a tight corner
Resolve challenges
CEO was accused
Fraudulence and
Malpractices
Embezzlement...........................The Man Who Ran
Personal Gains...........................N I S S A N
The NISSAN boss
Le cost killer. Fix it
Had to shift gears!
From ‘a tight corner’
Came ‘grand escape’
Staged an unbelievable
Brazilian-French-Lebanese
Was trapped in sedated Japan
He smuggled himself out- In A Box
Maintains a corporatesque non-disclosure
Quite likely the story of the box is just an alibi
His motivation? “I did it for the love of my wife”
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CEO’s are known to write interesting biographies
Few things they do not teach while giving degrees
A post retirement flip; a Hollywood flick; or Politics
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Amitabh— 17-01-2020 : Visual - Text around Nissan logo.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=djyyWlCPFd4
You came into my life,
Knowing it's about time to rejoice,
As you brought my heart at heavenly above,
I was live drowned in you my love.
The darkened trail of my life now flashing,
The never ending corridor now ceasing,
Wounded heart of mine seems mending,
And grief music turned out romantically flowing.
With all my life it suddenly bloom,
As of Lois Lane kissing Superman,
All I can feel is you'll be my groom,
It's all because that's part of the Master plan .
But why I let myself to live with that trickery?
You avail my fragileness in just a simple way
The allurements you showed can't resist really
I know, time to bound it end for being silly.
I should stop on pretending now yet it hurts...
Goodbye...though it's painful no more flirts..
Bear on your mind that I love you endlessly
And even years lapsed you'll be in my heart vividly..