God Is Like A Bachelor
God has got no Father and Mother
God is like an Orphan!
God has got no one to fulfill
His sweetest dreams!
It’s a matter of grief and shame for God:
God’s body is able to make His sexual organs
But He has no Spouse and Children
And He is unable to create them as well
Due to extreme gravitational force of His body.
God is like a Bachelor!
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God Was Sleeping!
God isn't sleeping
And God won't sleep
But in the beginning
God was sleeping!
Suddenly
He started dreaming -
It was a nightmare!
In His dream He started crying
At one point of time
It woke Him up
And He heard His heartbeat
Allah Allah
Then He started questioning Himself
What is Allah?
Who is Allah?
And so on
Thus He started knowing Himself!
At one point of time
God Thought
It would be better
If there were two Gods
One male one female
So God went for splitting Himself
Into two pieces
At that time
God’s body was round and solid
Then Its size became bigger and bigger
Until it made the biggest explosion
As a result of the explosion
God’s body
Except
God’s body’s heart
Broke into tiniest pieces
That are called mind!
Afterward
They started to gather around
God’s body’s heart
Due to gravitational force
Thus God made a mistake
And hurt Himself physically
But He learned His lessons
Then
God’s body turned Himself
Into the Most Beautiful Thing
That resembles a human being
And created the universe
With a little bit of His saliva
Now
God is able to create
Sexual organs of His body
But He doesn’t do that
Cause
He is the only one of His species –
He is One
And
Unique.
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Orphan Girl
(gillian welch)
I am a orphan
On gods highway
But Ill share my troubles
If you go my way
I have no mother
No father no sister
No brother
I am an orphan girl
I have had friendships
Pure and golden
But the ties of kinship
I have not known them
I know no mother
No father no sister
No brother
I am an orphan girl
But when he calls me
I will be able
To meet my family
At gods table
Ill meet my mother
My father my sister
My brother
No more an orphan girl
Blessed savior
Make me willing
And walk beside me
Until Im with them
Be my mother
My father my sister
My brother
I am an orphan girl
Be my mother
My father my sister
My brother
I am an orphan girl
I am an orphan girl
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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God's Character
God has got many paradoxical characteristics
For example
He is the Giver of Life
And the Giver of Death
He is the Giver of Honor and Prestige
And the Giver of Insult and Humiliation
He is the Most Merciful
And the Most Cruel
God felt the pain and sorrow
When He understood it’s impossible
To have His spouse of imagination in reality
It hurts God’s feelings
If anyone says there is more than one God
Because He has no spouse, parents and children
And it’s not at all good news for God
Although He has got many consolations.
God is not all good
God hides even His own sins to some extent
But there’s no one to bring God to justice
That’s why we should be scared of God
Although God's body is able to eat and drink
He doesn’t eat and drink
If the whole universe is turned into His food
It won't satisfy His hunger
God’s body doesn’t sleep and drowse
Although He is able to that
Because He's got so many things to do
Although God's body is able to enjoy sex
But He doesn't do that
Because He is the only one of His species
God’s body always speaks the truth
God’s body doesn’t laugh loudly, He smiles
God's body blesses when He feels happy
God’s body curses when He becomes angry
God’s body doesn’t injure or kill anyone directly
God’s body usually uses His throne
To go to distant places
God’s body doesn’t expand His visible glow
Most of the times
God is unable to change His own character
And thereby change His own fate
God has got all the materials
To create His own spouse
But He lacks the necessary know-how
So you see
God hasn’t got sufficient wisdom
That’s why so many fools exist
God became a little bit crazy
When He understood
He is unable to create His own spouse!
That’s why so many crazy people exist.
Directly and indirectly God sees everything
But at a certain point of time
God sees only a few things directly
Directly and indirectly God hears everything
But at a certain point of time
God hears only a few things directly
Directly and indirectly God concentrates on everything
But at a certain point of time
God concentrates only on a few things directly
Usually God remains in a good mood
In the morning and evening
And On Friday
And in the month of Ramadan
And usually God remains in His best mood
On the Prestigious Night.
To the unbeliever’s God will turn out to be the Worst
To the believer’s God will turn out to be the Best.
N. B.: The Prestigious Night is the Night when the holy Koran’s verses were revealed for the first time. It happened in Hera Cave of Mecca. It is a night in the holy month of Ramadan.
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Brief life-story of God
In the beginning
Owing to extreme gravitational force
God's heart was tending to squeeze more and more
But mass and space of anything can't be nil
As a result an outward force was created
This inward and outward force
Is the cause of heartbeat of God
That made the sound "Allah" repeatedly.
Suddenly God thought what is Allah
And God began to know Himself.
At one point of time God thought
It would be better if He had a lover
So He wanted to split Himself into two pieces
As a result the body of God exploded
And it turned Himself into tiniest particles except His heart
And that was God's one and only mistake
For which He felt the maximum physical pain
Then the tiniest particles gathered around God's heart
Because of gravitational force
Thus God's body looked like the same again
But with more knowledge, power and potentiality.
Even God forgets some things
Because there's not enough space
To store God's memory of infinite time.
That's one of the reasons why
God's pen has written down every important thing.
In the end
The righteous will be in paradise
And the sinners will be in hell
Then after zillions of long years
Same things will begin to repeat
In paradise, hell and everywhere else in the universe
But none of us will remember the days that will repeat
So every single day will seem brand new day to us.
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God's Anatomy
God's body has got the best throne
God's body can freely move around
Inside God's glow
God has got a chair of artificial glow
Skies are also artificial glows of God
But it is the biggest
The universe is inside it
And it is inside God's original glow
God's original glow is called God's mind
And it is the eternal space.
Glow is mass having least density
Glow is space
Everything that exists has glow
God's glow exists because of
Gravitational Force of God.
God's mind is round and still
Because the core of God's body
Is absolutely frozen and dead
It always remain at the center of God
No matter where God's body goes
Around it some slightly loose souls exist
Heart of God's body
Consists of these two layers of mass
As a result of gravitational force
God's heart tends to become smaller
But space of anything cannot be nil
For this reason
An outward repulsive force exists
That creates never-ending heartbeat of God
God's heartbeat Allah Allah sound
Goes on forever at the center of God
Everyone's soul's pulse is also Allah Allah sound.
God's body remains at the center of God's mind
Most of the times as a Round Living Thing
When God expands His visible glow
He makes His body the Most Beautiful Thing
God's body has a pimple on His face
It's His beauty spot
It's the symbol of bad things
God's body has got
Minimum bad odor
And overwhelming good odor
That's why
God's body is fragrant
God's body puts on clothes
To look more beautiful
God's body puts on crown on His head
To look Most Perfect.
The center point of God is just above paradise
Where Prophet Mohammad met God's body
On the Night of Ascending To God
God's visible glow remains near His body
God's invisible glow is at distant places
From His body
God's body is the most solid thing
God's body is made of tiniest particles
Tiniest particles are souls
Owing to Gravity there are some loose particles
On the surface of God's body
That's why He can create things
Artificial glows of God are made of tiniest particles
There are seven skies
Skies are like bubbles
One above the other
From smaller to bigger
The uppermost sky is the biggest
At each connecting point of skies
There is a gate of sky.
Time exists
Because of change and movement of matters inside Space
From point of view of time God is infinite.
N.B.- The Night of Ascending To God is the Night of Meraj.
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Unseen
something's wrong with mother always cleaning the house
and father complains for she does nothing but sweep and scrub
and dust and wipe and rub,
the floors are shiny and father does not like it
he may slide and the children too
and each may hurt the body, but mother cannot be stopped
and we complain like what father does, but mother does not
really mind, for she has become so hardheaded because father
slaps her and we make her deaf with our grumblings
until then when mother died and father cried and we felt we had all our
lives wasted, but there was one in the family who smiled
someone who thought that mother simply did what she liked best
clean the dirt, mop the floors, get all the spider's cobwebs
someone sees the beauty of mother, she's doing her chores still
but now unseen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Incestuous
My father
The Emperor
we were companions
After all,
we had a sexual relationship
I expected you to be married...
but, I loved you my father,
as one who devotes his love
to loving his daughter.
I kept secret,
the fantasy of our erotic dreams-
Pleasures, arousing
pure love, in our sexual behavior
between light and dark
A father and his daughter-
Look into my body father-
I was your temple
to sanctify
a divine love, between Us.
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God's wife and food
God has a body and glow
The universe is inside God's glow
And it is actually made of a little bit of saliva of God
God's body cannot break into two pieces
Because of gravitational force
If God's body had double mass than it has now
It could break Itself into two pieces
Thus He would have His wife and food
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Live your life and let others do theirs
For you to
Conform to what is said in the title
You need to understand
The following
Though you own a house
You are not that house
Though you own a car
You are not that car
Thus, though you own your body
You are not that body
You are not that anything
Which has a relation with your body
So, you are not a father or mother
You are not a son or daughter
You are not a brother or sister
You are not a man or woman
You are not a professional or otherwise
You are just a soul
Occupying a body and controlling it
The second important understanding is
That you are not doing anything
Your eyes have seen, you have not
Your ears have heard, you have not
Your intelligence has understood, you have not
Since you are not your eyes, ears or intelligence
Or anything that a relation with your sense organs
You have not done anything
Anything done by your body
Of which you are the soul
Is nothing but the response
Of your sense organs
To the their respective stimuli
Third understanding you need to have is
That the soul in your body is
A part of a super soul
Whom, you may call as God
And He is aware of and witnessing
Everything happening around you
And elsewhere
What you need to do
With this understanding
Direct your body
To selflessly and non-emotionally perform
Those duties
Which have been assigned
Naturally and
Which have been assigned
Based on the skills
Acquired by your body
With common good in mind
And with no attachment to the results therein
Guarding against
The possible arrogance
Of having performed
And seek for guidance
From the super soul
For sustenance of the
Above knowledge and performance
While dedicating everything
Done by your body
As an offering to the super soul
Keep you ever attached
To the super soul
By directing your thoughts, words and deeds
Towards Him
Sustain these
And
You live your life and
Let others do theirs
(An attempted retelling of Bhagavad Gita with an appealing twist)
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I Love Sensual Women
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
The sensual woman is always feminine.
Her contours are rounded and abundant.
The sensual woman rarely reaches a blind passion. She savours sexual enjoyment.
The sensual woman is always a woman and even in an unaroused state her sexual organs are moist. She has to wear a bandage on her sexual organs, so as not to soak them with moisture.
When she takes the bandage off in the evening, the bandage is so wet that it can be squeezed out.
Thanks to such an abundance of juices, the sexual organs of a sensual woman give off a slight, pleasant smell which increases strongly when the sensual woman is aroused. Then the juice from her sexual organs is secreted in a syrupy stream.
A sensual woman likes you to examine her sexual organs.
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God and Prophet Muhammad
Alas! There’s no one better than God
And He is cruel somewhat
God feels lonely
Although He has so many friends
Because
God is one of a kind
Even angels are not like God
Angels have wings
But God’s body has no wing
And they are like a dot to God
God is unable to create His own spouse!
That’s why it’s so hard to turn His mood on
And make Him satisfied.
Although God’s got all the powers
That exist in reality
He hasn’t got all the powers
That can be found in imagination.
God is neither a male nor a female -
God’s got more similarity
With mothers than others!
God’s got more similarity
With girls than boys!
Notwithstanding
Prophet Muhammad is the best creation
Since God's body is more like a male
And the universe is like His Holy Sperm
And
The Lord of the worlds
Is romantic, affectionate and loving.
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The Orphan Boy's Tale
Stay, lady, stay, for mercy's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale,
Ah! sure my looks must pity wake,
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.
Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy,
But in the Nile's proud fight he died,
And I am now an orphan boy.
Poor foolish child! how pleased was I,
When news of Nelson's victory came,
Along the crowded streets to fly,
And see the lighted windows flame!
To force me home my mother sought,
She could not bear to see my joy;
For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor orphan boy.
The people's shouts were long and loud,
My mother, shuddering, clos'd her ears;
'Rejoice! rejoice!' still cried the crowd;
My mother answered with her tears.
'Why are you crying thus,' said I,
'While others laugh and shout for joy?'
She kiss'd me -- and with such a sigh!
She called me her poor orphan boy.
'What is an orphan boy?' I cried,
As in her face I look'd and smil'd;
My mother through her tears replied,
'You'll know too soon, ill-fated child!'
And now they've toll'd my mother's knell,
And I'm no more a parent's joy;
O lady, -- I have learnt too well
What 'tis to be an orphan boy.
Oh! were I by your bounty fed!
Nay, gentle lady, do not chide,--
Trust me, I mean to earn my bread;
The sailor's orphan boy has pride.
Lady, you weep! -- ha? -- this to me?
You'll give me clothing, food, employ
Look down, dear parents! look and see
Your happy, happy orphan boy!
poem by Amelia Opie
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Life vibrates five elements
The Sky vibrates with the Sound
And the Air, with the Touch in addition.
The Fire beams with the Form as third
And the Water, with the Taste as fourth.
It's the Earth that has all the five,
With the Smell as its fifth Guna.
The five elements make a body,
Which houses the five sense organs.
Life force vibrates the body
And experiences five senses.
26.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual Suicide
Baby, u take a walk
Take a walk and leave me behind
Baby, u gonna walk, yeah
Gonna walk right out of your mind
U better have 2 feet
We got no reason, reason 2 lie
Baby, u take a walk
Think Im gonna take a sexual suicide
Baby, if u only knew
All the love, want a love thats deep in my heart
Ooh baby, bein here with u
Wouldnt be nothin could tear us apart
Alright, uh, every night
Cool surrender, lost in your arms
U, ull be surprised
Doin it in the cuffs, sound your alarm
Baby, gonna take a walk
Think Im gonna take a sexual suicide
No body like my body, baby
Aint no ride like my ride
Super skin in my car, baby
If ure drivin me, then maybe
Sexual suicide
Aint it a shame
That u wont play the game
Got 2 much pride
U, u make your bed
But u got 2 see the sexual, sexual suicide
Suicide, sexual, sexual suicide
U take a walk
We can talk
song performed by by Prince
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Body To Body
Body, body, bo-bo-bo-body, body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
I love the way you make me feel
When you do what youre doing to me, oh
Touching me the way you do, you know, know youve got to feel it too
When you bodys next to mine, youve got me hypnotized
Body to body
Body to body
You know I like the way you do what you do when you do it to me, oh
Body to body
Nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
Flowing through this magic night
I love to feel you hold me tight
You are the one thats right for me
You got me feeling tingaly
Share the night with stars above
I think Ive found this thing called love
Fever running through your eyes
You are my heavenly device
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body nobody does it like you do
Body to body
You know I like what you do when you do what you do to me, no
Oh, what you do
You opened up the world to me
You changed my life so tenderly
I know you are the only one
Youre brighter than the burning sun
Dont know where youre going to
I dont care as long as Im with you
That certain sparkle in your eyes
Has got me feeling oh so high
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
Body to body
I like what you do when you do all those things to me
Body to body....
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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2nd Mother
Father and
Mother love too
Making Your's body...
God give to is love
For Your's sole...
Father and brother's
Sister's with friend's
Give to is love's
For Your's out side of
World thing's...!
Body of love given
Mother for Your's
Child wood
For feeding...!
After given
The body of love
your's wife safley...
So, wife is a
2nd mother...!
Yes its true;
For the Family
Man's life...!
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The Concept of the Death
What is death? Why is it? Who causes it?
Living things are animated objects.
The dead are so when unanimated.
Cessation of animation is death.
Who terminates the animation:
The soul or the body? Neither of them.
The soul leaves not that the body decays.
The body decays not that the soul leaves.
Neither the body nor the soul promotes
The death nor do they desert each other.
They together succumb to the pressure
Exerted by the force present outside
Death happens when the matters break down
By accidents of the external force,
Or when they weaken from the external stress
Or when they are eaten by the predators.
The flame is to burn till the matter lasts,
The life is to run till the body lasts.
The flame is to die with no more matter.
The life is to cease with no more addition.
Degraded and disintegrated
By saprophytes at different stages,
The dead matters turn basic elements
And settle as inorganic matters.
The elements add to the growth of plants,
Plants to the growth of the herbivorous
And the herbivorous to the carnivorous
With the participation of the life force.
The drive of the life force is to survive
Against the pressure of the external force
The life force builds up the matter in growth
And when it could not, it dies with the matter
The plants and animals form a network
Trough which runs the life force, which is the soul,
Whose drive is to feed, grow and procreate.
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Everybody
Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody
Rock your body right,
Backstreet's back alright!
Oh my god we're back again
Brothers sisters everybody sing
Gonna bring the flavor
Show you how
Gotta a question for you
Better answer now
Am i original
Yeah
Am i the only one
Yeah
Am i sexual
Yeah
Am i everything you need
You better rock your body now
(chorus) everybody yeah
Rock your body yeah
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back alright
Now throw your hands up in the air
And wave 'em around like you just don't care
If you wanna party let me hear you yell
Cuz we've got it going on again
Am i original yeah
Am i the only one
Yeah
Am i sexual
Yeah
Am i everything you need
You better rock your body now
Chorus
So everybody everywhere don't be afraid don't have no fear
Gonna tell the world
Make you understand
As long as there be music
We'll be coming back again
Chorus (x2)
song performed by by Backstreet Boys
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One more death
One more death in hospital for three months old
By a father with extreme limit, shame and turning cold
First burn on body all over and then striking head against wall
What we feel about this behavior from civilized world to be called?
Mother came to know about this little later
The body bore all wounds from cruel hater
He had no hitch in hitting girl to wall for death
The girl survived to stay in this world for few more breath
The doctors opined about her health and fate
She should have been incapacitated for all the dates
She should have remained unresponsive
As her organs were damaged and no more to live
One more death from excessive tobacco consumption
Same dose mustered by father to few months old for her destruction
Mother revolted when came to know about ill treatment
What else we can offer as mark of hate and resentment?
Law may take its own course but what do we expect?
Does any stringent punishment needed for all those who act?
Against humanity and child abuse for no fault of their birth
We have become inhuman and intolerant for pushing them to death
Unlucky girl survived for 3 days under medical care
No one was able to speak against cruel father or dare
What will be use when he has done enough damage?
The girl is no more in this world before coming of an age
I shall cry and shed tears for degrading human race
The girls are not a burden in any case
They are true carrier of human chain
How can we push them to death and throw in drain?
Shed few tears along with me and observe silence
Pray almighty to give them good sense hence
They behave as per civil norms and refrain
This gives lot of irritation and causes pain
Let us stand for their preservation
They are the only link for building relation
World salutes many brave women for their contribution
It is high time now to remove if there is any confusion
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sexual void
He knows not his wife is a paramour;
She knows not her spouse is a paramour.
Illicit relations have existed
Since the time immemorial so as
To fill necessarily the sexual void
Of the repressed society all along.
Orgasm demands outright exploration,
That a stranger only can bring about.
Adultery is lovely, the urge of life,
But guilt is built and the shame is outcome.
Spouse swapping is a new phenomenon,
Which quite nicely fills the sexual void,
Without guilt and without betrayal
And without the danger of breaking home.
The non-possessiveness in a great deal
Must be mandatory to accomplish.
Spouse swapping is a decent prostitution.
Spouse swapping is a mutual gratification.
Stigma severed, acceptance will gain ground.
12.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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