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Premium Member Where Freedom Becomes A Memory


In God’s own humane world time often comes
when life is mutilated by despicable instincts,
people plunge in cesspool of vice and sin. 
Dislodged empathy finds its way astray in chaos
as morality is defaced by harsh intolerance
and kinship disintegrates within abhorrence.

In the cramped squalid suffocating state
the system of severe supremacy emerges, 
holds the reins of rigid governance
when even the thoughts are imprisoned.
Enwrapped within collapsed wings of caged birds,
the confined hearts crumble quietly
in the abyss of controlled isolation. 

For the helpless captured by dreamless darkness
where even the moon must be permitted to shine, 
thin streaks of self-respect get smothered 
like the rays of hope entwined with sparks of dissent, 
extinguished by the strict surveillance of fear
in the situation of silent submission. 

Deprived of the draft of ethical air, 
destroying the tenets of human values,
people with blank faces under watchful eyes 
walk as shadows of nonentity with muted souls,
trying to train their minds what not to believe,
when even the thoughts are imprisoned
as freedom becomes a memory.

Premium Member the ambiance is horrible

each day in this cage feels like a hundred days
I cannot sleep here
there is too much yelling
too little comfort, the ambiance is horrible.

I feel guilty about not appreciating good food
or my fuzzy blankets and soft pillow
I resolve to pay attention to tulips when I am released.

no one comes to visit me
I have become someone to be shunned
Ignored, a nonentity, a non-person

I have never felt more alone or unloved
each time I hear a guard say someone else’s name
it feels like a sword in my back
for no one comes here to see me
prison is not a place for my people

You


___ 

You cannot escape yourself,
I know we wish to be someone else.
Comparison is an easy deceiver,
no one is much cleaner,
Everyone has their faults,
Your not the only grain of salt.
No one can share a duplicate identity 
that would make you a nonentity.


Money

Money
A single metal penny or a piece of paper
I am countable with infinite power
I am ambiguous whether I can buy happiness
I can buy everything that makes one’s comfort
A share of mine can ease the house chores
A piece of mine can buy the joy of a toddler
A bit of mine can buy a rose for a lover
A part of mine can  help to fly and dive
I disclose truth of people when I leave your side
With me you are powerful otherwise you’re fragile
I have many forms of luxury
that can make someone smile
Who says I can’t buy happiness
I am a moderator to buy forms of joy
Instead I can’t buy love with sorts of attitude of my possessor
I am that which you want to keep safe
I am the breaker and also ligature
That makes your friends and foes
I am a blessing to the poor 
I can fill the palate of a hunger
I can smack a nation into dust
I can cover a body with cloth
With me you can get all articles
Without me you are nonentity in the world.

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Servitude, will I flee
Captivity, I sue.
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Like a lion,
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With the Iron,
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In the berth of little pen,
Lost in the depth of sinful den
And falls on the lanky route.
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I cruise like a soldier in his lusty hood.

In the emptiness of proficiency,
Dying in the bed of nonentity,
And finding not the aid box.
Agreeably, it caused the brain's burst
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    THEME:Appreciation

Whats His Face

His name could have been - 'What's his face?'
We hunt for an epithet to fit an absent memory.

In truth, he did escape many people.
Some recalled him, but could
only gesture a vague misshapen identity
with unsteady hands.

Some plotted a meeting wherein
X marked an intersection
where he once met our eyes,
eyes that floated away
as if he were a feature
in a landscape only half painted.

What's his face, escapes any cognomen,
not because he is a nonentity,
it was we,
we who were never there
to notice.


A Droplet In Sea

My ego rising tall from lowly lay, 
I often feel: world warms up to my song 
And plays a second fiddle in my play, 
I lead a vain orchestra all day long. 
But evening twilight setting in, I brood, 
Contemplate and begin at last to see 
Me in misty shadowy solitude— 
Oh, I'm no more than a droplet in sea. 

The world's now bathed in radiance all new, 
Beauty and bliss welling up from within, 
And a window emerges with a view 
That lets me see a world not before seen. 
  Man as a mere point in infinity, 
  He’s looked as a faceless nonentity. ______________________________________________ 
Sonnets | 04.04.2017 | 
Revised, one more version deleted

Chiefs of Mischiefs

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom

Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism

Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad

I Met Ratan

the other day,
 he was the usual self 
 bubbling and cheerful
 talking with a gusto
confirming with gestures

Half of his talk
I do not understand 
as he converses in a triple tone
without modulations leaving 
the  listener in a quandary.

He speaks of his  power 
and stature, harps on his wealth,
 builds slowly a caricature
 of himself,  he  an investing 
guru like Peter Drucker.

 My eyes  gets stuck 
 my mind travels elsewhere
wherein I see him as a nonentity 
who lacks sense, who confirms 
his  literality.

Like An Aborted Fetus

…LIKE AN ABORTED FETUS 

We had something so strong that she loosened herself,
And so many oaths binding us like a twine,
I said “You’re more valuable than gold”
She believed my words like the Marxist dogma,
At once epigrammatic and arresting.

It stood like a sacred and indissoluble covenant,
But she watched me walk away during a rainy season, 
Because she made me her private lover,
Then she squeezed hopefully her diamond pendant and prayed,
Yet the truth never came back, I was gone forever.

The fears and pains in her eyes,
The soul full of sorrow and agony,
Tears constantly cried and hope lost,
Resulting from betrayals and stabbed wounds,
All killed a limpidity, peaceful and lucidity of her life.

Today, the traces of the sunshine was erased,
She got broken and dampened to nonentity,
With a burning sense of ignominy and horror,
Alas, I was totally wrong,
Leaving her heart to bleed like an aborted fetus.

Kind of Woman

She's the kind of woman everybody would want to have
So sweet and caring, with a filigree kind of heart-but a hard one
Very amazing and loving, She's a nonentity to her enemies preferably
But a shop of jeweleries to her people-who truly know her value
Even when her mind is taut and pale, her heart is tight and strong
She's my woman, my mother, my queen

Despite the difficulties and obstacles that comes along her
She stands out strong-like a real role model
Despite the pains and agony she faces, she still smiles at the end
The despair and negativity of people towards her doesn't pull her down
She's a real uber-woman with heart filled with love
She's my super woman, my love, my found treasure

More or less I don't have preferred words to describe your goodness
On this day I celebrate your existence in my life-you're an angel
Treasonable act I'll do if one messes around you
Hat-trick in your record for being a mother, a mentor and a father as well
Even on negatives you still remained to be positive; you cleared all our doubts
Rowdy as I was you still accepted me- My worrior, my best herb, I love you

When We Drew Lines

The line in the sand which we drew in my bed, do you recall how we drew them, the things that we said?  Was it just hot air to keep my balloon afloat, rambling and kidding before grabbing your coat and dropping an anchor to try sink my boat before disembarking?

The line, those words, full of promise and hope anchored me in a storm, my heart crashing on the rocks of harsh disappointment, trapped and abandoned.  Oh but for my resilient, stubborn soul, which refuses to be tied down and stay in the harbour waiting for another voyage to abound.  I am as tall and proud as The Royal Clipper and on every strength i will raise my sails and use the storm to draw new lines which you can see where it dragged that anchor back out to sea, i am free, no longer your nonentity, i am woman and deserve more you see.

Good luck on your journey, watch out for the storms, always look for the lighthouse, it has saved me.

Poverty

Poverty is not a slogan
It is a reality in our organ
Though for time immemorial it had begun
it is not to be treated as bygone

When in situational Poverty
There will be absence of property
May be due to job scarcity
Then you almost become a nonentity

For some it is a generational poverty
And so they give in to lazity
lack of great deal of ingenuity
may engage in unnecessary curiosity  

To be factual and kind
The worse is poverty of the Mind
Category of idiot such is lined
Even when given the sun he will not shine

His mind is on price and not value
Rice and lice may even mingle
Provided they bubble 
He may even want to burgle

For those genuinely poor
kept pressing but closed is every door
Sleeping at times on a bare floor
Despite observing every law

Facing it all
Ensure life doesn't play you like a ball
Be wise and read handwritings on the wall
Embrace it when opportunities call

sometimes you will need to start small
Rely on God you will stand tall
Surely, with him you will not fall
And your plane of life will never enter a stall.

Pit To Palace

Even after d death of Rachel
His son who is her Jewel
Though thrown in the well,
but since with God all is well
Especially for those in him they dwell

Joseph was sold
to the city of old
lies they told
Jacob was cold
He knows Joseph is gold
but lo and behold
as his destiny unfolds
Despite Potiphar's hold

He was taken to prison
For no cogent reason
That soon turned a lesson
suddenly his hope turned arisen
Sure he became a blessing.

The foreign land was not a barrier
With God d coast is clear
Challenges may be here n there

From the pit he moved to palace
That is the work of grace
on God he fixed his gaze
And blessings flow over his race

Though they say by identity
That you are a nonentity
Definitely that is a falsity
I know you are a celebrity
Because you serve a God that is Almighty.

Waste In Haste

My soul weeps and my heart bleeds,
We seem to have lost our core creeds.
Youngsters are now in a very hot haste,
not to wield wealth, but to wine and waste...

Character has been cocooned in a coffin,
True beauty gasps for breath in a bin.
Our ladies are weapons of mass distraction,
Men's rod roam around for mass destruction.

Women, weed and wine are the new normal,
purpose, purity and passion seem abnormal.
Men of integrity are long gone in deep sleep,
The one who upholds truth is now a black sheep.

Power, possession and prodigality now prevail,
money, music and madness seem to avail...
integrity is stupidity when men with money speak,
nobility become nonentity when rascality peak.

Hen now crows because cocks are silent,
Giants bow when greedy ants get very violent.
Wake up folks, the battle line is drawn uphill...
We shall win this war till justice stands still..

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