Sonnet Bayonnette
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Cruel it seems, as I lay in a twisted bridled knot
Ardurous and flaming is the mood of my mane
And deep, I seep into the chambers of focussed thought
Furrowing down the dirty narrow streets of insane
Victims of plethora and forbearers of unquarantined disease
The populace of the world, a many, eke out a shrill moan
For they fall short, stealthily bargain a devil's premise
Then can they dare dream grieve for grievances forgone
But the child in thy buds with grace and sheer delight
Light there is, at the end of pathways of frightened poles
The tide of hope ebbs through hearts in life's twilight
Generous masters of faith semble what charity doles
All rise, all rise for the dawn of new world approaches
Apocalypse is time sharks are seperated from roaches
Quatrain of sorts
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As I convulse in gripping joy of ripping flippants
Being the t(T)udor of England you are not spared for
Cobblestones of thy joy ploy sly opponent's derision
Dwindling chances of victimising wisdom vaporize in thin air
Welcome Gate to Morons
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Its the mere hate I rejoice having, or for your averageness, that makes me write on the manners you morons excel in flaunting. The sonnet and the four lines do not mean anything to you but I wisely have used them because it escapes your crass minds. Phelgmatic are your views because you cannot face action and stand by the storm. Squabbling souls of yours make up the sum total of all choas in the universe. You are the prefects of all confused places of the world.
Firstly, you are not a distinct individual - not that you don't take over the reins of some hapless pygmies. You are residing parasitically in every creation called, lovingly, as humans. You tamper, finger, screw with the base ethics of an evolving mind and make it mediocre. You mother the mothers of mothers who make mothers for the wannabe mothers. You are a disease called paralytic somnambulism which divulges nothing but morphs the character to restrained ethos.
Hey human, breathe easy. For you do having some saving grace. You can evolve and rise from the ashes......
Thoughts of the writer are personal and to be taken as his view of things
Monday, August 13, 2007
Friday, August 3, 2007
Sow cheap, so cheap....... Seeds of real estate b(l)oom
A picturesque Village of flowing streams, lazy duck ponds with happy fishes swimming, untended snake-like virgin roads and the usual hoop-laa of activity... So far so good...
But bam, the scene is dejectedly effaced. So much of destruction, motors ripping the bosom of the village apart and mood of hustle bustle changes from green to greens of people's greed. I am not talking of apocalypse, for it would be shamed like a three year old discovering what shame is when his nappies fall down displaying his teenie-weenie, his fuck thingy in full frontal. Thats called development, dear - due compliments, the real estate boom. I am not against development or nor am I a self-professed communist but this agony is ripping me and my purse?
Greedy hawks, fancying themselves as the harbingers of glass-case cities, 700 lane roads and concrete jungles, are the new angels of doom and not boom. A tiny shit piece of land, colored by loose-bowelled yesteryears makes you count. Course of action for success - I take Tom out, rob Harry, stab Paul but am I really feeding Jim? OK, let me Indianize it for ethnic touch- I take Trilokchand out, rob Harikishan, stab Padmanabh but am I really feeding Jaishankar? Nah.... In fact, I, the Greedy hawk, am feeding and fending myself while fingering all the others. I get richer, I get popular while the costs escalate around me and land, the sojourn, Almighty has created for us in the eternal travel of the soul is at the behest of nobody but me.
Importantly, look at my favorite rabbits a.k.a clients - the baggy pant toting, cranberry colada sipping not-required Indians (NRIs for short); the elite Eye-Tea (eyesore IT) guys - Author's Comment : Will get to you in the near future mafakkars; the néowe rich who just made it to the top of the ladder by stamping their bulging egos on lesser mortals. But do you have the means? Are you the used car salesmen from Texas who found the accidental oil-well? Hmmm..... None of you three fetal shits fill the slots for my actual clients - though you rabbits are the 10 % business ensuring 100% margins. Me, the hawk, will create a feel that you are a lesser macho if you miss the boom. Honey, the money is not green but black. Even the golfing greens are powered by black.
Morale - Amoral
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Get realistic. You don't need that extra house, a galaxy away from the place of current comfort. You don't need to jack up the prices and your egos to make you feel like a man (Women included as well - pussies). I know that you cannot climb Everest. But, buying a million dollar house is answering your insatiable spirit. Live easy and let live. Hold on... Live free or Die Hard (loved the title of the movie and the movie as well)
But bam, the scene is dejectedly effaced. So much of destruction, motors ripping the bosom of the village apart and mood of hustle bustle changes from green to greens of people's greed. I am not talking of apocalypse, for it would be shamed like a three year old discovering what shame is when his nappies fall down displaying his teenie-weenie, his fuck thingy in full frontal. Thats called development, dear - due compliments, the real estate boom. I am not against development or nor am I a self-professed communist but this agony is ripping me and my purse?
Greedy hawks, fancying themselves as the harbingers of glass-case cities, 700 lane roads and concrete jungles, are the new angels of doom and not boom. A tiny shit piece of land, colored by loose-bowelled yesteryears makes you count. Course of action for success - I take Tom out, rob Harry, stab Paul but am I really feeding Jim? OK, let me Indianize it for ethnic touch- I take Trilokchand out, rob Harikishan, stab Padmanabh but am I really feeding Jaishankar? Nah.... In fact, I, the Greedy hawk, am feeding and fending myself while fingering all the others. I get richer, I get popular while the costs escalate around me and land, the sojourn, Almighty has created for us in the eternal travel of the soul is at the behest of nobody but me.
Importantly, look at my favorite rabbits a.k.a clients - the baggy pant toting, cranberry colada sipping not-required Indians (NRIs for short); the elite Eye-Tea (eyesore IT) guys - Author's Comment : Will get to you in the near future mafakkars; the néowe rich who just made it to the top of the ladder by stamping their bulging egos on lesser mortals. But do you have the means? Are you the used car salesmen from Texas who found the accidental oil-well? Hmmm..... None of you three fetal shits fill the slots for my actual clients - though you rabbits are the 10 % business ensuring 100% margins. Me, the hawk, will create a feel that you are a lesser macho if you miss the boom. Honey, the money is not green but black. Even the golfing greens are powered by black.
Morale - Amoral
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Get realistic. You don't need that extra house, a galaxy away from the place of current comfort. You don't need to jack up the prices and your egos to make you feel like a man (Women included as well - pussies). I know that you cannot climb Everest. But, buying a million dollar house is answering your insatiable spirit. Live easy and let live. Hold on... Live free or Die Hard (loved the title of the movie and the movie as well)
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