Archive for May 20, 2018


talkin’ whatever-comes-to-mind bluesy blues






wearing different skins, having being kicked down at the shins,


i walk on, fearless.



when this cruel world stabs me, slicing me with the pain of the thousands cuts,


i walk on, fearless.



hearing all the barbed words, smashing against my core,


i walk on, fearless.



when they tell me that i am a loser, devoid of the trappings of luxury,


i walk on, fearless.



when fate deals me rotten cards, and i feel like i am walking on jagged glass shards,


i walk on, fearless.



if you kick me down into the dirt, i will stand again, despite the hurt,


i walk on, fearless.



even when all seems desolate, and everything feels lost, i will weather the winters, dusting off the frost,


i walk on, fearless.



when this glittering world of plastic smiles savage me, i shall smile knowing i am free,


i walk on, fearless.



whether i am man or woman, i will no longer bear the brunt of your twisted words, and your cowardly fists,


i walk on, fearless.



when you strike me across my face, because the food is cold, i shall no longer be bludgeoned by your impotent macho fist, i shall resist,


i walk on, fearless.




when we stand up and take individual stands, we shall outnumber you, and we shall make our demands,


we shall walk on, fearless.



when we rise up together as one, we shall not rest till our daily battles are won,


we shall walk on, fearless.



when you realise you have no hold over us today, we shall combat your misogyny, we shall have our say,


we shall walk on, fearless.



while your guns and and bombs rain down upon us, our children will defy you, and we shall hold onto what we know to be true,


we shall walk on, fearless.



when the slavery of millennia we shall no longer take, you shall fall to your knees, in your shoes you shall quake,


we shall walk on, fearless. 



when your anachronistic norms of culture, of religion, of tradition we shall fight, we shall do so knowing the battles to be right,


we shall walk on, fearless.



when we no longer scrounge for scraps of your leftover feasts, we shall move forward, for this struggle never retreats,


we shall walk on, fearless.



when we shall no longer sweat it out in your factories of labels and brands, we shall rebuild our lives with our hardened bare hands,


we shall walk on, fearless. 



when your wage-slavery and your greed we shall topple till your very foundations shake, we shall hold the line, for our resolve you will never break,


we shall walk on, fearless.



we shall no longer let our daughters and sons be sent to fight your wars, we shall not spill our bloody to stock your designer stores,


we shall walk on, fearless. 



we shall no longer be trampled because of caste, tribe, religion, or sexual orientation, we shall strive in all our lands, to bring to birth a kinder nation,


we shall walk on, fearless. 



we shall pull off the blinkers so many wear, we shall counter their aggression, if they should dare,


we shall walk on, fearless. 



we shall wrest the control from your greedy paws, we shall attempt to heal the planet, rewriting your stale anti-pollution laws,


we shall walk on, fearless. 



we shall arrive at those crossroads quite soon, so sup as much as you can from your silver and gold spoon,


we shall walk on, fearless.



this is our collective threat and challenge to all of you, whose greed knows no end, we stand upright, we shall not bend,


we shall walk on, fearless.



so be under notice that we are rising, and in rising we shall slay,


the endless wars, the corporate greed, the religious oppression, the imperial plan, the shackles of culture and tradition, the scourge of abuse and misogyny,


so be warned, for yes we are rising to all these demons say,


to shape a new world, a less cruel, and more equitable and just and peaceful day …





https://www.newyorker.com/culture/annals-of-gastronomy/twenty-four-karat-chicken-wings-and-the-allure-of-eating-gold?mbid=social_facebook



The Odour of Excess



Sitting together,
smiling benignly,

sipping coffee,
flaked with 24-carat gold-leaf shavings,

their empty souls,
always on the prowl,

to sate,
the latest cravings.



“sell all your jewellery, and give to the poor”,
revolutionary words, uttered by His son,
Jesus of Nazareth (Peace be upon Him).



Well, we all know what became of him,
when we see God’s Sacrificial Lamb,
stuck up on cross to bleed out and to die.



And today, two-thousand years on,
we are drenched in the rivers,
of the crocodile tears,
that His people on Cable-TV do cry.



It reeks of ostentation,
and of smug conceit,

for their hollow piety stinks,
as they suckle on,

and bite down hard,
on capitalism and greed’s raw teat.



“pay your workers before the sweat on their brow dries”,


so said the Prophet of Islam,


Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) in Arabia,


more than fouteen-hundred years ago,

as they dishonour him,
each and every day,

as they sip,


on their designer coffee,
flaked with 24-carat gold-leafed shavings,

masking their crassness,
by screeching their prayers,


five times a day,
and ever so loud.



They stink of money,
and their odour reeks,

wafting across all lands,
lingering on for weeks.



Now some will say,
that I envy them,
and thus I am sore,

but honestly now,
let’s ask a question,

was this what God the Merciful had in mind,

when He sent His Son,
and all His Prophets,

down upon this earth for?







love and silence …






you and i,

shielded by silence.


barred from ourselves at times.



exiled hearts,

building ramparts.



a wall that may fall.



so, my friend,

lay your head on my chest,


letting my fingers run through your hair,



lulling you gently to rest, as we share our silences,



for life is far too short anyway,


to squander even a day.



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