Dear readers, some of my poems are a bit controversial. I dont have any ill intentions. I write from my heart about events that affect me. I hope you respect the same. God bless you!
THE WORLD ISN’T WORTH FIGHTING FOR!
The world isn’t a stage
The people aren’t actors
Shakespehre had a delusion
He was in Denial
The people wear masks all around
As if its all part of a play
And those who don’t know how to wear one
Are condemned and burnt at stake
The world is like a mirror and people reflect back to you what you give out
Herbert Samuels almost got there
But he forgot one part
The world is indeed a circus mirror
You look fat in one and thin in another
The people hold perceptions
in all shape and sizes
They care for no evidence
They only care about blind judgements
The world is beautiful, but has a disease called man
Friedrich Nietzche wasn’t mad
He was just being frank
The world is indeed a tortured soul
Possessed by its own nightmares
The people hold no gratitude
For the blessings God rained upon them
They are so wounded by hypocrisy
That they throw away every good being who show the slightest mercy
The world is nothing but a great big onion
Marvin Gaye wasn’t blinded by his own opinion
The more you peel
The more tears you shed
The more you go around
Nothing you will get
The people are not worth fighting for
Their opinions recycled every now and then
And none of them truly care a damn
They starve you to death and feed you with pain
And after your death
They praise you with no shame
All, only for their own gain
THE PLAIN TRUTH – JULY 21 2009
They tell me to wear my hood
They say it’ll put God in good mood
They say its part of my religion
And I say
If its not written
It aint forbidden
They say you cant go out with unknown men
Its not in the rules of your clan
They say its part of my religion
And I say
If its not written
It aint forbidden
They say I cant share my food
With someone’s who’s not wearing the hood
They say its part of my religion
And I say
If its not written
It aint forbidden
They say you cant touch a dog
They tell you to wash it off with mud
They say its part of my religion
And I say
If its not written
It aint forbidden
They say I cant paint my nails
Or they would all go insane
They say its part of my religion
And I say
If its not written
It aint forbidden
Just because you shout a lie twice
It doesn’t make it alright
Just because a 100 people choose to die
It doesn’t make dying the right choice
When someone comes and preaches you
Do your homework and choose
What do you actually want
A binding lie or a liberating truth?
PERFECT PERFECTION – JULY 31 2009
Perfection becomes a defection
when I ask for a little too much action
People call that domination
And tell me to get a new direction
Im tired of all this instructions
What people would call restrictions
Never ending circles of frustration
Killing what can be born into pure creation
People think what I suffer from what is called aggression
That I need a little bit of relaxation
Because I cause them too much agitation
For I long for perfection
People say I’ll go through elimination
If I carry on with this obsession
Which I call perfection
But they just categorized it as a form of fixation
All I can tell you is that im not suffering from any condition
And there should be no moderation
In attaining what I would call the perfect perfection
Perfection to the world has become a defection
As people think its all a part of deception
And that nothing’s called perfection
As no one’s perfect
WELCOME TO MY FAMILY – AUGUST 3 2009
I wanna take flight
Away from all this fights
I don’t deserve a family
With just so much enmity
Ive done no wrong
To be punished so strong
I just want my privacy
From all this paparazzi
They say they are my family
They claim they care for me
And they send me on a vacation
To the jail and asylum
Ive made so much sacrifices
With no absolute charges
All I ever asked was a place to stay
A lap to lay my head
I became an over achiever
Because my father couldn’t accept failure
Not to soar the skies
Out of my own selfish desire
Whatever I reap
Is only for them to sow
I keep nothing for myself
And god only knows
And they refused to see
All that’s given by me
They don’t acknowledge all ive done
They would only know after I’m gone
ABSOLUTE CONTROL – AUGUST 6 2009
I like absolute control
Especially when holding my remote control
I like to rewind you back and forth
And that’s what its all about
Absolute control
People call me a control freak
And I tell them they’re just being a prick
Its all about perfection
And I know clear direction
Absolute control
Sometimes I like you loud
Sometimes I prefer you soft
I hate you complaining
Be aware that I might switch you off
Absolute control
I am the ring master
And I call the show
What I say will be the law
Or you’ll see me no more
Absolute control
I hate working on conjecture
To me its no new venture
I like seeing things the way it will be
And that’s what I’ll like to see
Absolute control
I want everything to connect to my vision
Its all just part of a serious mission
And there should be no hesistation
Worry or misdirection
Absolute control
I hate anything
breaking my perfect harmony
I would just end up killing
If I don’t see my plan in connect with my vision
Absolute control
THERE WAS NO COMPULSION, IT WAS ALL OUT OF ABSOLUTE IMPULSION – AUGUST 10 2009
I’ve got a problem
With no real solution
People call me impulsive
And that’s what I think about me is exclusive
It all started out with me having impulsive expenditure
Whenever I went out to venture
I brought home elephants and a set of new dentures
I woke up in the morning
And found myself mourning
Over what i have done
There was no compulsion
It was all out of absolute impulsion
Then I went out to watch the sunrise
I found a guy with a heart like Christ
He was someone I could not resist
And before we knew it
I entered into a impulsive relationship
He bought me ice cream
and we both shared our dreams
Before the sun went down
I agreed to marry him
I thought over it the next day
And wondered how I could have been so dazed
I went out to see him again
To call off the game
He then bought me to drink
And gave me a ring
And before we knew it
We had an impulsive wedding
I called up my friend
And told her about my crazy trend
She told me there was no compulsion
It was all out of my absolute impulsion
I decided to undo my marriage
Because it didn’t have any logic
I decided to tell him
Before I turn out to be a wimp
I look at his eyes to clear all this mess
And before we knew it
We had impulsive sex
Then I decided to run
Because it really wasn’t fun
Then i learnt I was pregnant
And that instance i knew my life was stagnant
And before I knew it
We had impulsive children
We had so many kids
That I had even no time to sit
We had elephants kids dentures all to fit
We bought a palace
And i could never be so careless
I looked at my mom
She couldn’t care less
There was no compulsion
It was all out of my absolute impulsion
Many years passed
I surveyed my huge house
There was elephants tigers running amok
I looked at my children
and their impulsive grandchildren
I looked at my spouse
and sighed
“What have i done”
And then he told me
There was no compulsion
It was all out of your absolute impulsion
RHYME IS NO CRIME – AUGUST 15 2009
Why can’t i write poetry that Rhyme
Is it such a big crime
Won’t it be worth a dime
Just because it Rhymes
Why do u say i waste my time
By writing poetry that Rhyme
You think you know what is Right
But i’ll tell you it sounds perfectly alright
Why does poetry have to be boring
With words that are hard to utter
I’ll tell you it will reach nobody so don’t bother
It will all only end up in the gutter
Literature is meant to reach all classes
Layman professor and all masses
Everyone will rap to my Rhyme
Which you have labeled so mercilessly as Nursery Rhymes
Where is Shakespeare in the minds of the slum children
His works are all but barren
to the ones who have no chance of education
Can’t you see what you are doing to our Nation
Poetry need not only belong to the ancient
silver tongued eloquent warriors
It should have no barricade obstruction or barrier
to reach everyone
so they can all be merrier
THE WALL OF 14 MASKS – AUGUST 17 2009
As I walk into a chamber of my heart
It feels so dark, and there’s not a single spark
I call out
But only lonely echoes reply me back
As I walk further
I see no one
Then I realized
How lonely I have become
Why are they so many people around me in reality
But none of them really living in my heart
I touch the walls of my heart
I see hideous faces embedded into every part
Their faces frozen in a sort of ghastly expression
Then i realized it that it was all the impressions
People left on me in this expedition called Life
I try to have a closer look
But what i saw only made me shook
When I looked at all the faces closely
I realized the more grotesque faces belonged to my own family
Their expressions twisted in a repulsive manner
That it made me a lot more sadder
I started running away as fast as i could
Then I suddenly stopped and stood
I covered my face in absolute shame
When I realized where my loneliness had stemmed
My own family could not leave me any good impression
How can i have any more expectations…
THE SHADOW PEOPLE – AUGUST 22 2009
I decided to walk up the cliff one day
To jump to my death and end my dismay
To put a full stop to my never ending miseries
And close the book of my life and history
I stood at the edge of the cliff
And all I saw was mountain of tears flowing down every inch
I closed my eyes and counted to three
So I could end everything and just flee
As I made my jump
I felt something pulling my leg
I looked below
And saw a shadow
It felt unreal
Almost surreal
I asked , ‘Who are you?”
It replied, “I am another part of you’
I looked at it in disbelief
I am one of the shadow people, I had followed you all your life”. It continued
I shook my head and thought it was an illusion
I proceeded to carry out my earlier decision
This time it tugged my leg harder
And I could not go on any further
“Please don’t die, I’ll have nowhere to go, please O please just look behind you”.
I turned around
I was shocked to see what I found
Millions of shadows gathered behind me
All brimming with tears and begging me to see
“All their owners left them, and now they are all orphans, please don’t leave me
I saw their tears
And understood its fear
I held its hand
And turned behind
I walked ahead
And the shadows followed my lead
In darkness I found happiness
In the company of the shadow people
A LETTER TO GOD – AUGUST 27 2009
Allow me to err
As its only fair
Im only human
Not a prophet angel or superhuman
Allow me to make a mistake
Im only human for God’s sake
I don’t want to act all fake
That I am of perfect make
Allow me to fall
I know it makes me look small
I know im not a perfect woman
But the flaws in me only makes me human
Allow me to cry
I really don’t wish to lie
I am suffering from guilt
For the very wrong I did
Allow me to die
As I feel so painful inside
I cant face you no more
I feel so terribly sore
Allow me to let you forgive me
If there is really any forgiveness for a person like me
I don’t mean to wrong you
But it hurts this much God, because I love you
RELATIONSHIP-IMPRISON-SHIP- AUGUST 30TH 2009
an imprisonment of handcuffs
A mangalsutra
A noose that imprisons u lifelong
A relationship
A word that limits your freedom
A marriage
A public facade of greed and problems
As you walk in your path of life
Suddenly you are caught in a strife
You find a man holding your hand
And he says he is your husband
He takes care of your nails
And makes you a cocktail
Tell you that you are his darling
And claims all this is true and he’s really not bluffing
A Husband
A man who becomes your lifelong prison warden
Children
Bars on the cell prison
Your inlaws
The never ending paparazzi
Companionship
No no it should be called imprison-ship
He tells you to never leave his sight
Cause he will get into a fight
He claims he is your light
And that he’s heart is all white
He wants you all for himself
Or he’ll really go insane
He surrounds you 24/7
Cos he claims life with him is heaven
You find yourself listening to him
Because you don’t wanna piss sweet Tim
But one day you realize he’s really a pimp
Humping on your Facebook friend Kim
A spouse
A person who makes sure you are locked up in a jailhouse
A boyfriend
A mere excuse for a male friend
A date
An excuse to just mate
An engagement
Your confirmation to a life long imprisonment
You might not agree with whatever i say
But reflect on every anniversary of your marriage day
You’ll find invisible handcuffs on you
and yet you say Nay
But all i can tell you is Okay
If love becomes an imprisonment
Then its really not worth all this torment
Leave that pimp who’s humping on Kim
And get a man who’s not a whim
Remember my dictionary of definitions
Because you can save alot of that action
And this is the mantra
from your loveguru Sabreena
Like a tower that never falls
But the tower is only strong because it is dependant on its foundation
Then today i started to sway in the wind
For the first time, i was afraid i might fall
Then i realized my foundation had holes appearing within it
People came in tractors
They claimed its reconstruction
And its all part of modernization
To make me a better foundation
But I know i was falling
And then i started asking
How could this happen to me?
Can i fall?
I desperately tried to substitute the foundation by finding a tree to lean on
Even though i never wanted to appear looking like this to the world
I wanted to always be a tower of independance
But i still leaned on that tree
Knowing fully well that i might break it in the process
It was a sin
A very desperate action
But it gave me temperory relief
I leaned on that tree day and night
Each time knowing fully well i was commiting sin after sin
The tree eventually broke off
Crashing down
But i didnt fall
Among all the destruction
I came to a realization
As strong as i may seem
I really needed someone to lean
Not a friend, Not a comrade
But the very foundation of family itself
I invoked the massive winds from the west
And blew off the men in the tractors
To hell with reconstruction and modernization
I just wanted back my old foundation.
A DISEASE CALLED LONELINESS- SEPTEMBER 6 2009
I sold my sleep and bought myself a bed
I sold my hunger and got myself a meal
I sold my morals and got myself approval
Now i kneel before God in total disappointment
I look myself in a mirror
It shatters before me
Even in the pieces
It reflects parts of me
None of them true
Because ive really lost myself
Now i kneel before God wondering to myself
I live in a world where people wear masks
I cant find my face among them all
I walk around with my naked face
And people look at me and shake their heads
I have a family, but just in name
Im in a bed with a man, whose into fortune and fame
I have no friends at all, and thats really a shame
Now i kneel before God, hoping i’ll be saved
Decades will pass in seconds
Days will go in minutes
But my tears wont dry
But all i can do is really cry
They say the moon may seem like it has fallen into the river
Only a fool will say that, because he’s really not clever
What falls is its reflection
It will never taint the moon’s perfection
Now i kneel before God, seeking his approval
Bearing all the sins, feeling absolutely dreadful
He asks why ive stooped down to such lowliness
And i tell him its because im suffering from loneliness
THE CLOAK OF CHASTITY - SEPTEMBER 12 2009
A cloak they demanded to be worn over the bodies
They claimed its all part of modesty
They say if you wear the cloak
You’ll be off the hook
This new uniform will make believe that you are virtuous and good
They called all the tailors in the village
From the hills mountains and every cottage
They gathered the clouds from the sky for fabric
and made a cloak so long that it could cover the whole of Arctic
They gathered the people from all over the country
And they preached about virtue and chastity
They convinced every soul to wear the cloak
As a perfect disguise to fool God into making them part of His kinfolk
The people all frightened quickly snatched the cloak
They covered every body part that sunlight could touch
Even the tiny hairs that peeked from their toes
All in a desperate attempt to not make God their foe
But for all the parts they covered
They left uncovered a vital part
And they went on cursing the uncloaked without a heart
They went on boasting that they had the uniform that sets them apart
And they will go to heaven because they are smart
The day of judgement eventually came
The cloaked were confident of their little game
They told God they were virtuous and good
And this uniform proves perfectly that it is true
Then God laughed at them
and told them,
” Where is your cloak?, For i only see a sea of naked folks
If all modesty is only in the uniform, then what is in the heart
There is more chastity in your heart than your private parts
cover the heart first
then talk about uniforms”
