POETRY AT MIDNIGHT
Poetry at midnight
Nightingale at midnight
Of entry past the doomed pace
We all weep away tears for tease.
Poetry at midnight
All the way at darkest
When words lack an exit
Like the caged bird to extinct.
Poetry at midnight
Knowledge at midnight
Nonsense grabs the mind
Hopeless pays a legal visit
That we all live for emptied.
Poetry at midnight
Pen tears ink in pales
That air extinguishes pads
A poet at soliloquies of faint.
BLOOD IN MY PEN
I found my pen soused in a chap of blood
My pen was crying in reddish tears flood
The hyphen of inhumane had captured
The wrinkle of my pen lined in raptures
When men were celebrating in happiness.
I looked south, west, east and north
I glimpsed the cries of matured men
Skies were smeared with bloodshed
Like the flesh moon struggling to emerge
Water had engulfed the souls of men.
My pen was in a deep mind blowing
Salvation was hidden in narrow pathway
Blood was the only fantastic drink passion
To quench thirsty of monsters like men
Flickering fetched the souls to rest men.
My pen found rest on towers elevated
My pen spoke of the machete rested
Across the innocent necks and struck
Kids found homes in a smoking lands
Displaced homes like land earthquake.
Blood in my pen, blood in my eyes
Flood in my thought, peace in vain
Souls are fetched like spring waters
Humans are tigers attacking humans
No more peace, no more big smiles.
PARCHED SOUL
Scratches and parches
Fractures and freights
Inceptions with deceptions
A soul in a tattered perceptions.
A soul found refuge in disarray
A fool sound engulfed the way
Triviality false cause dwelt hell
Hell to frail fainting soul to fail.
Scratches of the harden heart
Structured own spoilt patterns
Blinded conviction admittance
Homogenizing and energizing.
Evils ascendance to mount high
Rifles like to shoot the life to die
Making no efforts to escape cage
Erasing shame, hatred and cruelty.
The mystery of the Monastery
In the entity comes Sanctity
Cleansing of the sensing
MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA
MEA MAXIMA CULPA.
HELP THE POOR
My ink will dry
If I stop to cry
For the needy
If I stop to pray
For poor men
And I will die.
The life we live
Is the life we love
The smile we have
Is vanishing a weep
We smile big today
We cry big next day.
Save the poor people
God blessed you a lot
A lot as Abraham's joy
Share mutually your joy
To those in a needy living
Starving in a driest desert.
Share your smile with others
Share your pride to please others
Spare your minutes dying a little
Flair your gentleness declaration
For your reputation will never vanish
On earth and heaven, will forever shine.
Curse not the noble beggars in streets
Curse not the orphanages in camps
Curse not the old, blinds and crippled
Wipe away their sweat for little you have
Wipe away their tears for daily curses
Pray for them, finance anyway for them.
THE TRELLIS OF HUMANITY
Humanity is a planet hanging over skies
Humanity is a planet with no orbit
Humanity is a map with no scale
Humanity is a zigzag line, not straight
Humanity is the hidden tressure in vain
Humanity demands light illuminations.
We all need to fix trellis for humanity
With no reeds of egoisms, humanity
Unity welcomes home for humanity
Unconditional love is the trellis
To let humanity stay and rest
Humanity dwells in humanity.
Humanity is a blind creature walking
To be tenderly held and led to destination
Humanity is all about wearing one's shoe
And find yours foremost after others
Humanity is life sacrificial for others
Humanity is live and let live for happiness
No more live and let die for happiness!
HEART ACHES
When it comes to violations of life lines
Then it hurts to abortion of life rights
Heart pulses old purses to stinks
When an adult bursts into tears
Then men turn back to shame
And uncover his clothes outs.
Violation of human rights
Poisons meals to killings
Fate is invited in honours
To let humanity get buried
Underneath the carpets
Carpets of dehumanizing.
Let the flag of humanity be hoisted
At the peak of the world mountains
That the blinds will sense illumination
Let the breeze of humanity sway beyond
Beyond the limits of their boundaries
And we shall all testify hope in despairs.
Let the cries of dehumanization be filled
With over spouts of humanity to please
Let parents remain parents, not chaps
That the world will find peace to enjoy
The fruits of justice and harmony.
HOLD MY HAND
To let my body emerge
Out of the bondage hell
To let my humanity raise
Like the sunrise at the east.
Hold my hand
To redeem my blood from shed
At jungles of humanity abasement
At unanswered cries of slaughters.
Hold my hand
To let men see jeweleries from shit
Like doves, let skirts fly over skies
Declaring funerals of innocents.
Hold my hand
To sing the feminist song
Promoting smiles to the grieved
Fixing wheels to run the dying jet.
Hold my hand
To let fists become garments
To let spits and swain be kisses
To let patriarchy bow and humble.
TO HELL BE BLASPHEMY
When I was young
Mummy told me
Porridge is sweet
When it is sugary.
God created Adam
God created Eve
Adam was grateful
Eve was likely grateful.
A man and a woman
Join and bring kids
The house is engulfed
With joys and smiles.
A mortar and a pestle
Grind and smoothen
Stubborn mixtures
To find the contents.
A man now a woman!
Let men terrified with
Ugly faces and muscles
For beauty and tenderness
No longer found to men.
Let females terrified with
Feminine body and beauty
For both possess bullet
Lacking guns to shoot.
Let demonic spirit
Quit from Holy place
Let blasphemy civilization
Spare the dying planet
For God is against evil
And angered by evil men.
GRAMOPHONE AT THE MOUNTAIN TOP
Gramophone in cacophony
Gramophone hung topmost
Leaning below, underneath
With wrath, shouts to hells.
In a desolate lonely land
Land amidst abandoned
And deserted apprentice
Shaking to let destructions.
Gramophone of natural sound
Awakes the asleep and the died
Cracks the walls of ancient castles
Gramophone, destructive anathemas.
Natures sway in rhythms and praise
Praising and nodding to confusions
Miraculously sighting to the dawns
Skies opening to declare the essence.
Gramophone fixed anew to fill gaps
Hollowness of the brain rain tumours
Of manhood assassination in witness
Of darkness to rebirth the lost lightness!
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