Lure of Tinsel Town
A lass lands in a big city
metropolitan and cosmopolitan
arriving from a small township
to make it big
like every other fellow
numerous dreams in her kitty.
She finds herself
midst concrete jungle
where no one cares
for others
harsh reality
soon dawns upon her.
She encounters
selfish, biased, brutal and deceptive
qualities making an urbanite captive
no Godfather is around
merit also has no ground
no one dares to be receptive.
Here, one's chance is another's death
one gets choked, another gets breath
perish or leave, tricks of the trade
most of them fail and fade
survival of the fittest is ‘ gurumantra'*
by hook or crook, have to learn this ‘antra'.**
Bewildered and confused
realisation makes her sad
everyone on his own
in this ocean, she is all alone
sympathies, if there, are not shown
not getting her moorings, makes her mad.
Her ambitions, desire and aspirations
to make it to the top
dashed to ground
she takes to vices
or compromises
mentally and physically
gets unsound.
The luring tower gulped thousands
still her flock makes daily appearance
at the station
at the ports
at the bus-stops
at the air ports
to soon play an act
the act of disappearance.
-----o-------
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Nagging
A tear in her eyes make me wonder
a chance for patch up did I squander?
Never to complain..she, but questioning a lot
neither liked the questions nor liked the thought.
Life gets topsy- turvy, grilling when start
anywhere, anytime, at home or city mart.
when, where, why, how, who, what/s..........
inquisitor always testing your guts.
No chance for atonement
These word invented only for harassment.
Wish these could be wished away, ..... but no
Entire life hinges on these, try taking them away.
-----o------
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Death of an Activist
Cancer,
Harbinger of pain, anguish, frustration and agony
not limited to mortals only
footprints to be found everywhere
in the guise of
corruption, crime, scams and adulteration
tentacles are spread in the society.
Except cleansing of conscience
no cure in sight
some take the fight
against the might
one who dares to bare
death stalks everywhere
ultimately cancer wins
time and again
poor one transforming into flowered frame
rich tributes become a front page game
soon to be in oblivion
situation remaining the same
till another one dares
Alas! None cares.
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Ports-of-call
Written by gerry beckley and dewey bunnell, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I cant help thinkin as those ships sail away
What sirens beckon and call
How long at sea this time how long between
The ports-of-call, ports-of-call
Under the bridge they move to far off lands
Maybe australia or north african sands
Complete the mission, supply and demand
To ports-of-call, ports-of-call
And everyday as the sun is setting
Along the bay city lights appear
Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
Time is growing near
When theyll be casting off anchor as they sail away
Into the morning light
Rising and falling thru the blue and gray
To ports-of-call, ports-of-call
And everyday as the sun is setting
Along the bay city lights appear
Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
Time is growing near
And everyday as the sun is setting
Along the bay city lights appear
Snake charmers sway while the smoke is rising
Time is growing near
Ill take the chance this time to change my world (change my world)
And break those ties that bind (ties that bind)
Far from those people passing through my life
Like ports-of-call, ports-of-call
Under the bridge Ill move to far off lands (far off lands)
Maybe australia or north african sands (north african sands)
Complete my mission, hope you understand
Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
Ports-of-call, ports-of-call
Ports-of-call, ports-of-call ...
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A Better World of Dreams
She sat upon the ground
Holding her sanity within her hands
She clawed upon the ground of life
Remembering the pain and gore of life
She has been tempted to crumble
At the feet of hatred that follows within her dreams
She claws her way to freedom to a better land of dreams
In the dark asylum of death she as risen from its depth
She makes her way to freedom to radiate new light new hopes new dreams
The tendency to shy away from life's old mysteries
Often make her pull away from all it as to give
So with tender foot she makes her way
To a better world of dreams
And invites you all to join her
To make our dreams come real
And solve all its mysteries
To a better world of Dreams
© Copyright Kaila George 2012
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Misguided
Born
with
clean slate
and
flattering
innocence.
Flowering
homo-sapien
succumbs
to
vices.
Conscience
fighting
tooth and nail,
fail.
Pleasure of
senses
prevail.
downfall
begin s.
Grave.
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Suffocation
most would say that a suffocating feeling
would be produced by being squashed in a small place
for a long time &
thus the metaphor would make sense
when speaking of the city
where so many people live side beside &
on top of one another,
without a moment of silence to your day,
without a breath of the privacy
which comes when you move out to the burbs or the
countryside-
but a suffocation is bred by space as well,
when the city mouse makes their way out of the concrete jungle for
whatever reason &
when the sounds go away &
the plethora of conveniences that come with a metropolitan area
drift away,
all in an exchange for
distance from everything & everyone,
where privacy is what reigns so heavy
that the physical embodiment of silence itself
is thrust upon you
whether you like it or not-
and it can make the once socially active
cave in on themselves
and it can make the once boisterous & beautiful conversationalist
close up forever,
as if their lips had been clamped shut with a lock,
with the key thrown out behind the house
into a still pond,
where it sinks so deep to the bottom,
never to be found.
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Death
"Death"
Our seers say
"is evident
The ultimate destination of life
No body, no face
Life is transient
Oh dear, why fear
Embrace it with grace"
What a claim?
treat it with disdain
death is human
in flesh and blood
moving around, around us
why destiny to blame?
Behold
skeltoned beggar
starving farmers
terminally ill patients
sex-workers
locked out labourers
young widow of a martyr
victim of rape
refugee in own country
mentally and physically caged
wronged by the system
in every way and shape
death personified at its best
north, south, east or west
living dead
in them death manifest.
Death
inherent and visible in
overboard authority
merciless terrorists
brutal nexalites
mindless arsonist
misguided egoist
deadly adulterist
drunken rich brat motorist.
Death is lurking in forms
having flesh, blood, body and face
without heart and soul
no charm, no grace
nothing to embrace
but to wither and fade
as destined and ordained
in a natural way.
That is
CHEATING DEATH
attaining ‘ mokhsha'*
our ultimate goal
putting to the rest
our own soul.
---o----*liberation of soul
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Survival Of The Fittest
When the lion roars and makes himself heard
all in the jungle shall listen
As he stalks his prey from hunger he feels
on his face his eyes do glisten.
And as he's heard all beasts do scatter
in fear, lest they be prey.
Wildebeasts, gnus and even gazelles
try to get away.
For to end up in the bowels means death
and survival comes to an end.
And the anxious ones who make their escape
nervously make their wend.
Luck was with them on this day
and so they graze and feed,
unaware of when the lion will roar.
They're intent on only their need.
Survival of the fittest in every jungle
reminds me of how we act.
For the world at large is just the same
as we are attacked
by the strong and mighty who feast upon
the weakest of all men.
And so the world we are living in
is just like the lion's den.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fear Nothing But One
Fear Love for it will kill you both in such thrill
Makes you suffer when you're happy
Makes you perish when you're ill
Fear it for it makes you decide in such a deadly way
Makes you choose if you are for your happiness
Makes you decide to work or play
Fear Dark for it will blind you and always let you fall
Makes you fall without such judgment
Makes you cry in no such call
Fear it for it makes you clueless and not updated and aware
Makes you tremble without knowing
Makes you hardly even care
Fear Needles for it will bleed you and strike you in the eye
Makes you suffer bleeding hard
Makes you simply knowing you're alive
Fear it for it will simply have a permanent scar on your face
Makes you feel be wasted
Makes you wanted it to erase
Fear everything else but nothing beats them all but him
God sets the beginning of everything
God sets the end of everything
Fear him for he can do anything even impossible in the eye
God will make you face your fear
God will make you sigh
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The Very Thing That Makes You Rich
My father told me, lying on his bed of death,
"boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self
'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand
And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor
The very thing that makes her rich will make you poor"
That's right!
Well, i put you behind the wheel of a deuce and a quarter, yes i did
Had you living like a rich man's daughter, yes i did, i sure did
While you were living high on the hog
You had me down here scuffling like a dog
Well, the very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Don't you never ever make such a bad mistake
You know i'd rather climb into bed with a rattlesnake
Then to work hard every day bringing that woman all my pay
The very thing that makes you rich makes me poor,
Makes me so damn poor
The thing that makes her rich makes me poor
The very thing that makes you rich make me poor
Very thing that makes you rich makes me poor
Makes me so damned poor
Money won't change it, no no...
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Kashmir: a fire within
Kashmir: a fire within
Kashmir of our dreams
remains only a dream
subconscious playing games
it seems, like a jigsaw puzzle
with no real solution in sight
feeling like a wandering kite
some materialise in reality
some not
our Kashmir dream has not
that is a pity.
Politics overriding our feelings
our leaders
wavering & dithering in dealings
none to blame but ourselves
we lost our own bearings.
Fanaticising, not our cup of tea
route to violence abhorred
sacrificial lineage
never inherited such stuff
road to our dream seems always rough
walking through the serpentine roads
talks, discussions, elocutions of no use
ship drifting on slipped moorings
predicament continues.
When we loose
we loose
winner takes it all
but they won’t take our consciousness
supreme and tall.
Let saviour
be our language
guiding force be our cultural heritage
and
the legacy of our ancestral knowledge.
Under the trail of those mutilated bodies and seething anger
keeping alive that spark in ashes
rise we shall like phoenix
for those at helm
to shudder.
Let us build Kashmir of our dreams
wherever we are
whenever we can
we lost one
let us create ten.
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Island
By: jimmy buffett, david loggins
1980
For jane
Island I see you in the distance
I feel that your existence
Is not unlike my own
Island they say no man is like you
They say you stand alone
Sometimes I feel that way too
Its the need for love
Heart and soul accompaniment
Seems to make me different from you
Chorus:
Well I tried to book passage, but you have no ports
And I tried to sail in, but your wind and waters
Tore my sails and broke all my oars
Island I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much more
Island I see you in all of my dreams
Maybe someday Ill have the means to reach your distant shores
When the need for love
Heart and soul accompaniment
No longer makes me different from you
Chorus:
Well I tried to build bridges
But they all fell down
And Ive taken to the air on wings of silver
But I always hit the ground
(instrumental)
Well I tried to book passage, but you have no ports
And I tried to sail in, but your wind and waters
Tore my sails and broke all my oars
Island I see you in the moonlight
Silhouettes of ships in the night
Just make me want that much more
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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It Makes No Difference
You made a promise , so did i
Youd never leave me alone
You wake me up in the middle of the night
Take what you what and youre gone
Tell me a reason for what I am
Ill never win this game you play
You wake me up in the middle of a dream
You make it over , thats ok
It takes a million years for us to
Understand it all
All the love you need is why
It makes no difference now
There is no other you
Id rather die without you
Then let you go
My seasons in the sun
So many moments wasted
My love is living for you
And you should know
(break)
You make my world a better place
But I dont see you around , round , round
Could there be others Im replacing
No more love to be found
It takes a million years to make
You understand your heart
Let my love lay where it falls
It makes no difference now
There is no other you
Id rather die without you
Then let you go
My seasons in the sun
So many moments wasted
My love is living for you
And you should know
(break)
It makes no difference now
It makes no difference now
It makes no difference now
It makes no difference now
There is no other you
Id rather die without you
Then let you go
My seasons in the sun
So many moments wasted
My love is living for you
And you should know
(repeat last verse and fade out )
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A Metropolitan City
This is a metropolitan city
where
cluster of trees here and there
poles vertically standing in a row
unlimited vehicles plying bumper to bumper
on a cemented road.
This is a metropolitan city
where
shivering bodies numbed and starved
with sagging breasts and quivering lips
watching
intoxicated half naked
guffawing insensitive rich
swaying and rocking
shamelessly
and five star culture mocking
those despairing eyes
searching for a morsel in the rubbish.
This is a metropolitan city
where
skyscrapers seem touching the sky
with unimaginable heights
dusty slums braving everything under the sky*
with open nights
but two can never meet
difference is so vast and complete
between capitalists and proletariat.
This is a metropolitan city
where
everything can be sold and bought
animals to mammals from the black kity.
Clubs, theatres, Cafe Coffee Days
youngsters enchanted by American ways
busy but distressed/distraught public
fed up and always feeling sick
of
unemployment, strikes, and riots
extremism, terrorism and separatism
death lurking every nook and corner
politics being major donor
scamsters and crafty not paying price.
This is a metropolitan city
where
some are uncivilized
some are thieves
yet no one bothers to see
and who cares
as this is a metropolitan city
much bigger in name than a normal city
being showcased to wondering visitors
as a world class
cheers ... cheers!
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Home
Every time i try to tell you how i feel inside
I always make the same mistake
Tie myself in knots
Sometimes even make you cry
When i all i ever want to say
Is "nobody else in the whole wide world
Makes me feel this way..
Nobody else in the whole wide world
Takes my breath away"
Makes me feel so strange inside
Dazed, confused and starry-eyed
I couldn't love you more
Makes me feel the wrong-way round
Inside out and upside down
I couldn't love you more
And every time i try to tell you what i really mean
Nothing seems to come out right
And i end up murmuring foolishly it makes me want to scream
How i get so stupified
There's nobody else in the whole wide world
Makes me feel this way
There's nobody else in the whole wide world
Takes my breath away
Makes me feel so strange inside
Open-mouthed and mystified
I couldn't love you more
Makes me feel so upside down
But you're headed round and ruond
I couldn't love you more
Makes me feel so strange inside
Dazed, confused and starry-eyed
I couldn't love you more
Makes me feel the wrong-way round
Inside out and upside down
Oh i couldn't love you more
song performed by by Cure
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Concrete Jungle
No sun will shine in my day today
The hich yellow moon won't come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
And the stage my day into night
Where is the love to be found
Won't someone tell me
Cause life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder
Concrete jungle
Man you got to do your best
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
yeh-I've never known the happiness
I've never known what sweet caress is
Still-I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't somebody help me 'cause
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
In this ya concrete jungle
I said what do you got for me now
Concrete jungle ah won't you let me be now
song performed by by Bob Marley from Catch A Fire
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Children of Lost God
Extended palms, seeking alms
sunken eyes, skeltoned arms
jaundiced skin, frail frames
children of lost God.
Ragged and shabby, looking ravenous
searching morsels of food, trembling and nervous
fighting the odds, weak but courageous
children of lost God.
Here, there and everywhere
at crossroads and traffic signals
selling wares of rich and famous
or washing utencils, running errands
at the stalls, dabhas, small eateries
under the hot sun or the sand
picture this, view not so grand
children of lost God.
Urchins of all ages initiated
into the crimes of different hue
slowly but surely they age to their prime
getting black listed under who is who
death stalks them every now and then
making them prey on a sly
yet they survive
forcing death to give them a bye
children of lost God.
Sodomised, molested or getting raped
gender distinction is never made
the claws of mafia so strong
have no choice but to go along
children of lost God.
Aquiring all vices
no saviour in sight
in time of crisis
abused and used
have no emotions of their own
ocean of tears not to be shown
children of lost God.
Their images haunt
future in them taunt
aware yet unawares
concern for them seldom we flaunt
children of lost God.
Oh God Almighty
help them find the lost God
free them from this bondage
now act and spare the rod
let them recover
lost childhood, innocence
and battered image
children of lost God
children of lost God.
----o-------------
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Nobody Else
I fade to black I turn to grey
When ever you have gone away
I can't decide what I should eat
Without you I am incomplete
When you're back I have to say
CHORUS
When I'm sick and tired
You make me well
Any little thing
You do I can tell
You make me feel
Like nobody else
Like nobody else
Hold my breath till I turn blue
I try to think of things to do
Try so hard to watch t.v.
It always ends up watching me
Dying to see you
Chorus
Ohh, like nobody else
Nobody else, No-Oh No-Oh
Nobody else
I fade to black I turn to grey
Whenever you have gone away
When you cry it hurts like hell
And if you die I kill myself
CHORUS
Yeah, Oh, Yeah
When you make me feel bad
Any little thing on my mind
You do I can tell
You make me feel like...
Nobody else
Like nobody else...
Nobody make me feel like you do
Makes me feel like you do
Makes me feel like you do
Makes me feel...
Yeah, nobody else
Nobody makes me feel
Nobody makes me feel
song performed by by Warrant
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Irresponsibility
Irresponsibility makes it okay to trash the streets.
And leave them that way until someone or 'they'
Picks up after others...
With a broom to sweep.
To make them appear neat.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to excuse discipline.
Since everyone in a lazy environment...
Can validate that same laziness seen,
Is also within them.
Irresponsibility makes it okay to ignore what is right.
And putting off a diet to physically exercise...
Is something naturally expressed since one's health,
Has and always been compromised day and night.
For the sole purpose to eliminate responsibility altogether.
And keep accountability out of one's sight.
Hopefully forever.
To keep a life jeopardized in sustained complaints,
At one's delight.
Since this ensures someone pays,
For keeping them victimized and mentally in strife.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Depression Makes Me
Depression makes me feel pain, Depression makes me stupid, Depression makes me feel low, Depression makes me mad, Depression make me sad, Depression makes me forget the world, Depression makes me tensed, Depression makes me lose self control, Depression makes me hate everyone, Depression makes me think over and over, Depression makes me feel lonely, Depression makes me think wild, Depression makes me worthless, Depression makes me sick, what does depression give me? when it runs high- it will make me die-rest in peace..
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