Ever since ‘rap’ replaced ‘tap’
Talent has taken a very long nap
Scared Mary,
Unprepared Mary,
Incomprehensible yet strangely legible,
Outside of the box in isolation Mary.
New Mary,
Old Mary,
Realities are a kaleidoscope,
Always big vision and big picture seeing Mary.
Spontaneous Mary,
Boring Mary,
Gifted the role of everything and nothing,
Multidimensional experience Mary.
Cyclical Mary,
Unpredictable Mary,
Goggles ethereal with physical on the side,
So strange and unable to be normal Mary.
Selfless Mary,
Selfish Mary,
Fiercely loving and Protective to a fault,
Contradictory and human at best Mary.
Celibate Mary,
Desperate Mary,
A Biological Divine combination,
Big impact but small blip in wider space Mary.
Marks can get you a degree or fame, But life doesn't play the same game. You memorize laws, quote the rules Still stumble when life bends the tools You can top every subject and win every race, Yet still lose direction in life’s lonely maze. You chase good grades because that’s what they praise, Yet no one teaches how to survive the hard days. You polished essays, following every rule But life has no syllabus and that’s it’s cruelest rule When the bills knock hard or the gas stove sparks, No one ask’s u about your calculus flair They'll ask you to mend what life tears apart, Not just recite what you've learnt by heart. They'll need you to fix a flat tire's plight, or cook a roti when the stove's not right. So, focus on skills that truly matter, Not just chapters that make your grades flatter. The answers that matter don't come from a page, They find you somewhere between fear and age Perhaps, Books may give you a career or name, But only wisdom teaches you how to play life's game. - MOKSHA JAIN
A MOON TUNING RAP
Peeping down
Through the closed blinds
Reflecting moon spy-tease
The created mind
Manipulating the running
Of ebony-hued time
Trying to canvass a poem
With lines that rhyme…
Now if you knew how to rap
This would be a snap
But it’s not so easy
In the wee hours
without a nap
Yet when you’ve survived
The trials of another day
It’s not really that hard
To scribe what to say…
Here in the home of the brave
And land of the free
We have to cave
Racism and abject bigotry
And while cold war debates
Continue their drum majoring runs
Sacred lives remain victims of hate
And it's free-firing, murdering, bloody guns…
No longer can we let the fearful majority
Keep us in such a dire calamity
For like the ancestors dead and gone
We too must fight against evil and wrong–
Rising up and claiming our prized liberty…
We can’t leave coming generations
Without worthiness and high hopes
And must not insult our ancestors
Who fought and won the right to vote…
Mow, mow let me out of this place
I want to go and hunt til I’m off my face
Put the birdies, the mice’s and the rats in their place
Watch out your gonna die
Misty puss is back on the fly!
I’m listening deeper than the words you say,
Hearing what your silence keeps safe.
The boy with the ladybug on his shoulder,
Guess they were right when they told us—
“No more you and me, now it’s we,”
Funny how truth sounds holy.
Love grows, feelings anticipated,
Lips touch, time stays satiated,
Dark abyss, starry cosmic, obliterated,
My body an oasis, water weeps, don’t keep me waiting.
Every second’s heavy, every moment weighted,
Heart like a hazy orange, dream sky in the morning,
Light spills through my soul, every thought still roaming.
No more you and me, now it’s we,
Falling slow, but it’s everything,
If love’s a dream, don’t wake me please,
Stay right here inside this feeling.
No more you and me, now it’s we,
Your touch speaks in poetry,
If happiness is believing, then believe with me.
Coulda woulda shoulda - it's just this sorta crap
Coulda woulda shoulda - that makes the regrets rap
Coulda woulda shoulda - sing it once again
Coulda woulda shoulda - the things that mighta been
4.In Time.
I find myself looking forward to the future,
Anticipating all our problems.
How we will fix them 'cause I have so much hope in us.
Trusting our belief in God,
Yet not knowing how I feel about how different we sometimes are.
While we are so alike where it matters,
I'm trying to figure out how not to die a little inside over the little things I overthink.
'Cause I'm such a whimsical weirdo
And you the coolest girl in class.
I come with insecurities I haven't told you about,
While you are a mother and the oldest child.
I need to get a grip and you need to let loose,
So let me twirl you amidst a field of daisies.
I would have loved to have a picnic and do taxes with you.
These are just my ideas,
Do you want to tell me what to do?
Your father set you a good example of what a man is,
but I had to learn to love myself as a human being.
I will till the soil should I have to,
But do you want to come and build sandcastles with me.
I have found love is not a compromise,
But a commute.
So let's always come home to our fragile dreams in our off days.
5.Temptation On The Mountain Top.
Follow the smoke signal,
And come put out this fire.
Or could it be that I'm camping out alone in this lonely island.
The view of the vast sea with its many fish isn't helping my apprehension.
God, come down and talk to me,
Cause I don't trust the morning star shining in the northern sky,
Telling me home is where the heart is.
Or just give me the courage to reach across the distance to my missing girl,
And hold her hand in this.
I've never wanted more for lust to feel like not sinning.
Cause the right thing don't seem to come fast enough.
I've tried fasting ,but maybe desire is just as much a hunger.
The truth is hard to swallow, but I just don't know which lie to buy
Living a borrowed life on wages of sin.
I'm convinced I can have another day to repent,
If only I can spend a night with you.
Turns out I'm not as righteous of a man as I'd like to be.
Not trying to see the big picture, I only want a peek(peak).
Sitting listening to the sermon on the mount,
Overlooking the kingdoms of the world and their glory,
I notice Bathsheba bathed in the light of God out in the terrace.
3.Watercolors.
I could talk about love,
The rainbows she painted at the end of my dark skies,
But I'm colour blind.
And this congenital defect is exactly why I'm the worst.
Kissing her is painful,
From sadness that injects into my lips like lip fillers.
Scars from going under the knife extending both sides of my smile like the joker.
The big picture filters everything else as we then pose side by side.
Disguising the stained armour with a polished glint
Because it matters what she thinks as part of the collective good
Maybe I'm not the hero she deserves, but have deemed myself one she needs right now.
The magic we conjured deceives just like the bible says,
It is a sleight of hand by a villainous clown everybody hates to love.
All along she's been the one.
0. Source Code.
Red pill or blue pill?
Antipsychotic to calm the rage against machine,
And see the light of God.
A love I had only caught glimpse of.
She promised to fulfill the deepest desires of my heart .
Maybe from the start, we should not have leaned on our own understanding,
But it is not wrong to hope.
So we worked hard to make things work.
We made the call, and maybe hallucinated God on the other end.
A leap of faith that made us think we could reach heaven in one step.
When we were flying high it felt like we were.
Love had me blind like Neo,but I understood the coded language of her shy demeanor.
Like how she turned away when I tried to kiss her the first time...
I'm not a machine, so how could it not hurt.
A memory tucked away insecurely in the recesses of my mind.
We managed, however, to live long enough to see me become a villain
Threatening to break the dream we made into reality.
It's raining harder, my shoes are now full of water.
Yeah, we may have hit our ceiling with the dark clouds plastered ,
But then you kiss me and it's like a reset.
It feels like the start of a movie I've seen before.
When six-seven shows—
on pages or when counting—
school children erupt
'six-seven' its 'six-seven'
feigning, pumping, hands juggling.
It's an inside joke
meaningless but magical
teachers lose the room—
order slipping through their hands
dropping every dangling ball.
Nothing to decode,
no truth, no cause to decry—
just the spark of fun
a chant for troupe belonging
rebellion wrapped in giggles.
I start to type a message,
but I leave it incomplete,
cuz I know you won’t even read it
so I just hit delete.
I guess I let my guard down,
and now I’m paying the price,
I’m over here feeling stupid
for believing all your lies.
You told me everything
that I wanted to hear,
I’m so dumb for thinking
that you would be here.
I should’ve known better
I should’ve trusted my gut,
but I didn’t see it coming
It’s just my bad luck.
What did I do wrong?
For you to change this way…
At least give me a reason
If you ain’t gonna stay.
But I wish you the best
in everything you do
I hope you find happiness
and all your dreams come true.
I will heal from this,
I guess I gotta learn,
I gotta let my feelings out
and I gotta let them burn.
You are still young
and have a bright future ahead,
you deserve nothing but good things,
but for me love is dead.
But I’ll be alright
at the end of the day
the sun shines for everyone,
I will be okay.
I sank beneath tides I could not fight,
But now I rise, I embrace the light.
Chains of my choices once held me down,
Now I wear courage like a crown.
Through shadows and storms, I found my way,
Each step forward, a brighter day.
The world may judge, but I have grown,
From broken pieces, strength has shown.
Venom in veins no longer controls,
I reclaim the fire that warms my soul.
Every scar, every fall, every fight,
Built a heart that shines in the night.
Momma’s tears now turn to smiles,
I’ve walked through darkness, crossed the miles.
Hounds behind me, shadows still near,
But I’ve learned to stand, despite the fear.
I rise, I soar, I breathe, I live,
The storm has passed, the tide will give.
From pain to power, from loss to gain,
I’ve found my peace beyond the pain
The alarm clock sounds off to the tune of Neil Young’s, There’s a World.
A place that is non-existent in today’s life of a constant upwhirl.
Our dreams and aspirations are put to the side.
To get ready for the day of demands and haste for pride.
We enter our vehicles to begin a long drive, tiredness and red eyed.
To a place called work.
That requires you to do the tasks for that special perk.
No time to think.
No time to blink.
Your life is full of deadlines, distractions, until the pen runs dry, out of ink.
For hours on end, is this constant repetitive action.
You’re told what to say.
You’re told what to do.
Colleagues are fighting over who is using the offices favorite glue.
We are all in this mess together.
Bound like pieces of sewn up stitches of leather.
All for the reward.
A paycheck to continue to do it over and over again.
Feeling like a dartboard.
Designed, controlled in the trap.
It is the life of a well paid collapse.
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