God Made Eyes
Man made them
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Framed as device
To make you look nice
And for some Dildo headed Dudes
To look Einstein like Wise.
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Translated these Hindi song lyrics mean, Dad says you will make a big name when you grow up.
He is at Hussain Yekri Jaorah to pay his respect to the Holy Shrines.He is garlanded and dressed as a Politician a power greater than God in modern times.
God has gone AWOL , he has allowed Bush and Co to run this planet , equally sharing it with Chavez , Ahmedinijad, and the Matrix of Evil no not Sanjaya Malakar but Osama One Eyed Mullah and Co..
God has taken President Saddam Hussain with him.. so both are AWOL..
The American President is running the World better than God..from a single storied White House.
You could mess with God and get away with it like Satan did , but not with President Bush...even Satan shits hearing the name of Bush.
Earlier when you asked a litte child in my country , what would he like to become when he grew old? Pat came the reply , Doctor, Engineer , Pilot, Soldier..
Not anymore I asked my neigbours son he has twins , I asked both of them..
Beta what would you like to become when you grow up..
the dumb one replied Sharukh Khan.. our Bolywood Mega Star.
The other fellow looked me straight in the eye .
Uncle he said I want to become a Neta.
Neta is the unpolluted word for Indian politician.. if he gets polluted he is called tainted.. if he meets with an accident dies he is called Late or Swargwasi meaning heaven bound..
I was curious I asked the political inspired kid..
Beta why Neta..?
he replied poetically in Hindi
Neta sirf leta
Kisiko nahi deta
Bade mahal jaise ghar mein rahta
Pura desh usko sehta
Sab wohi karte hain
Jo woh kehta
Sharukh Khan
ke bungle ka permission bhi
wohi deta
Hamare Desh ki unnati ka
Nam hai Neta
Ab Uncle aap batye
Main kyon na banoo neta
He told me the advantages of becoming a politician, wealth 400% in just a few years, buildings, industrial galas, showrooms, bungalows, sugar factories, educational institution, heart care hospital, IT technology, human cargo export, printing press, film production office, TV Sting chamnel, several local newspapers, chartered accountancy.. building construction, mining, he was carrying on ...
I put a hand on his mouth ..
And gave him my best wishes..
I also realised why multi colored kids are born smart..
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They the spiritual thekedars bent back bones
They the spiritual contractors
of our faith fire and brimstone
They who live in glasses houses
our houses love to hail stone
houses that don’t belong to them
but yet feel its their own
misguiding people , the ummah
that they clone
let me tell you
your sticks your stones won’t break our bones
sending chain mail on mobile phones
hatred that has new ring tones
misplaced spirituality how it groans
driving away sanity as it drones
one day you too will be lying
undiscovered
among unmarked tombstones
no peace no headstone
you corrupt body eaten by worms
turning limestone
my thoughts my hurt bemoans
mere skulls and no cross bones
Farewell city of my birth
Adab tahzeeb tolerance
Mere decadence..no milestones
With a pain of his accidental
Birthright he disowns
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I am an Indian indigenous to India
And not the Alaskan type.
I am hot blooded take offence and swipe
And in most cases it is a women
Whose tears I have to wipe.
Photographerno1 and his accursed
Unphotogenic hype..
I say sorry
And delete all that I
Often in my journal type
And it was not speedo..
That made me delete my post
It was my beloved
And not her sisters rotten ghost.
The way my love was smote..
And was made to show the pen
With which I venemously wrote..
That hurt me the most..
Thank you Alaskan Fern..
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She saw me online.
And I never saw her at all.;
Honey trapped by flirtatious fate,
And fell face first on a snow layered wall..
Enshrouded, sepulchral insensate
Soulless entity….she blew life.
Knowing well I was married and had a wife.
Indigenously enjoined accepted to live and let live
Dichotomy of love
And be Alive.
It did not work and love came to a halt;.
Flirtatious fate, finding new fault..
Alaskan fury and northern lights;
Love strangely dwarfed by heights..
Virtual reality
And Reality bites…
Woe be gone Love
To Sleepless nights..
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