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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.”
We make it in digital so that nothing real exists
Beyond the firey belly thought horizon
Far beyond the fraudulence of existence
Numbers and symbols form and this replaces our language
The heart is gone, nothing but rom and unread messages
Cold to the touch and anger replaces our moral ethics
We make it in stereo so that we know it is real
Speakers pounding to replace the hole where heart once filled
She heard it in waste, on repeat three times a day
But it all somehow remains meaningless
Going in and out of dead space
Barely recognizing a recognizeable face
It swells and then it quickly builds
In empty space it lives
Made toxic but sweeter still
In sync the destruction of hope and heart appear
But it is all squalor and sickness
Thus we make it in hologram so that we can feel
One must erase or become deleted, otherwise it all becomes far too real
As a touching moment between friends turned lovers that will soon end
Because in the end it is all truly insignificant
What seemed impromptu later is revealed as scheduled
Proven to be hoax, planned and illegitimate
As it is wise to look before one leaps
Before the fall even the strong can be deceived
As I when I believed you friend, when in truth you all were enemy
Made strong by my hope, my naivety
They told me it's ok to grieve
But before my grief could last too long they all abandoned me
With care their lies paved and stupidly along its path I came
Because if one can't believe then how are we to have any faith?
So, they broadcast it in digital to make us into slaves
It's purchased and bartered, laundered and exchanged
In innocent blood they are all washed and bathed
Made pure by impure act and trade
Made in America and over time slowly degrades
We've all been duped, we've all been betrayed.
Happy would be the day
When each person will be literate
Developed will be the nation
For improvement, why should we wait?
Happy would be the day
When women will actually have equal rights
Healthy would be each family
If today we cure the women’s plight
Happy would be the day
When no one will run after money
Love will be the only essence
Everyday would be pleasant and sunny
Happy would the day
If every child learns his duty
To exterminate corruption
When a leader would grow against brutality
Happy would be the day
If every poor will be employed
There would exist no poverty
If the officials do not act blind.
Happy would be the day
If everyman leaves fraudulence
Right will be the way
To give a chance to every scientist’s inquisitiveness
Happy would be the day
When people will not fight for religion
Time will change, so will people, I believe
So there will be no evil in name of region
Happy would be the day
If the nation is forever united
No one will able to disintegrate us
Problems like Terrorism would never crush us.
Happy would be the day
When the nation will be a noble ground
A land of commoners and also of Richies
Who would respect every creation of motherland…
Happy would be the day
If everyone realizes the importance of time
Importance of words and dreams will also not be spared
And for the growth of nation every atom would be cared
Happy would be the day
When I will see my generation awake
Content would be my mind forever
If everybody will live for their own sake!
I am the Ego .
I am the All-Too-Measurable .
I am the great Inferiority .
There is no half full or half empty glass
My vessel holds no water
I am the anti-Christ of honour
From the vantage of the depths of Tartarus
I look down at myself:
the cursed prodigy of inadequacy
- Of unabridged stupidity -
I am Despair’s beast of burden
Even my tears are corrupt:
an overflow of swollen vanity
I would be pitiable
But pity is not small enough to find me
- The self-deluded
- The hypocrites
- The epitomes of common fraudulence
Of such I am
Not even in my sin am I
Unique.
I am a convoluted masochist
I would injure those who love me
So that
- via their sorrow and horror -
I could justify my self-loathing
I shall have no hope of a lover
Only a needy and emaciated soul
- A dreg of humanity -
Could be tempted to share the fungal rotten apple
That is my existence
But to such will I submit in the end
Out of craven animal necessity
Impotent for hot or cold,
My soul simmers eternally lukewarm
I am vomit out of your mouth .
I am the art and science of disappointment .
i am sorry.
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity,
The jewels, the money, all insanity!
No man is immortal, why don't you get,
Accept this and deal with it, your life will be set.
All the humans have endless desires,
Their life is nothing but a bizzare.
Unable to endure the suffering, yet creating pain for others
Why the inability in seeing happiness of another?
People come and people go, the sun remains the same,
Lightening the world with its flame, constantly untamed.
And like the sun, shines those people,
Who, in sniffles and smiles stays unchanged.
Fortunes & hapless, fraudulence & guileless
The sniffles, the smiles, all are worthless.
The joy of peace, the glee of soul,
Is only attained when the body is free of it's core.
I wonder why their is so much botheration,
The love,the hatred, all in consideration.
All is because of the word called 'expectation',
Yet it gives nothing, but frustration.
So much of chaos and so much of enviousness,
Oh man, why running behind temporariness?
Whatever you'll make in this life, you'll die living the whole,
The real gratification lies not in anything but peace of your soul.
Chasing the Fire
By Peter Paul
Born in world of violence
Hate , Greed and Fraudulence.
Wars are waged, citizens enraged
Innocence erased from the book of time.
The Tyrants that rule, Feed us lies with a spoon
And the truth that labours inside, is constantly being denied
But as wine is aged for the divine, so will truth emerge in a fiery design
Chasing the fire of truth
With the strength that unites our youth
No more spoons to feed the lies
Only coal to light the pyre
As we’re Chasing the fire
Their words will fall on deaf ears, as their subjects disappear
Their loyalty was bought and sold, as power is measured in gold
Yet for all they hold dear, they will never persevere.
Chasing the fire of truth
With the strength that unites our youth
No more spoons to feed the lies
Only coal to light the pyre
As we’re Chasing the fire
When the ambers diminish, and the tide subsides
Peace will return and no more divides
The values we harboured inside
Will indoctrinate those alive
Chasing the fire of truth
With the strength that unites our youth
No more spoons to feed the lies
Only coal to light the pyre
As we’re Chasing the fire
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
Life, I think, is a bit of a paradox.
Floating through this desolate void devoid of context and explanation, (some might suggest value as well, I suppose);
I conclude these idiosyncratic murmurings of bothersome almost-people
Reprimanding my almost-conscience are just a whit of an empty, emaciated white whale of a civilization proclaiming pseudo-camaraderie and disappointing undertakings as suitable solutions for contentedly concluding one’s existence.
Though some perceive fraudulence efficiently, soaring quilled shafts of deceit unavoidably puncture intimate electing properties of our conscious.
No barricade can shield humanity from himself.
With living comes a constant quality of inconsistency,
despite the state of existence itself being incredibly monophonic,
permeating my formless breath and solid heart like no other experience.
Well… there is another event I imagine could deliver a pure, unadulterated sensation of intoxicating eternity.
I will wait for him, peacefully, until he arrives on his sweet, milky steed.
O dear old friend, deliver me swiftly unto my end, the true undying void.
There it is, the consequencies of the results
The dream of the dawn of evolution,
Fraudulence time of reality
Being handicap by the morals of lack of dignity.
Ideas that engulves the mind of the naive ones.
Freedom, all but a joke .
Differencies the platform for chaos.
So what are the odds for peace?
The trend, the looking glass of the soule
The need for standard is a grave untold
That repetition, all but errors of the past
To enslave the waiting man to a new start
An eventual need for more
She who seats in the middle of them all
Nature but the least observed
The ages of WIFI to all to serve
A world that mimics the round is but a whole to a reality that drawns
Against the skin; that breeze that sings
For to see the beauty that breaths
Amongst they to whom the least.
The looks to which the judgement are based
That character that fades in the face to whom it gaze
To the beholder of the taste the tungue ready to lay its claims
The work that prey on the woman in pain
An action that comes from the fake and strays
Will dare the society in everyway.
By Lekene Paul
Dampen the nimble finger wrought by sentient numb
Five senses discerning feelings eventually to succumb
to chaos, blackness, soothing yet ravaged within
Whisper to the hand the deceives, don’t deny the sin
Illusory, ambiguous, settle upon the judge me not
Sail under false hope, entice the meek and unfortunate
Wing thyself from beguiled thoughts and guilty pleasures
Deliquesce into delirium and sense the battered measure
Empathetic disadvantage of devilish wit
Thy soul has drifted into the eternal abyss
Eloquent phrases bequeathed, befriending those close
Façade forged for protection in wrought iron and stone
Eclipse the spiritual sun, enter the center black mass
The latent inner self who desires not to envision the past
Seek and reap the martyrdom of intolerance
Chauffeur the soul through familiar fraudulence
Criminal content starving with motives of malice
Deliver yourself from evil, pray to glorious menace
The Rancid decay of carouse content emits a pulse
of foul stench within the mind finding no solace
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