My Genaration

We are bounded by Vicodin powdered enlightenment.
Amphetamine powered indictment.
Hounds round us up, dislocate, isolate us
We are rebels with out cause, tumblers, stumblers, mumbles ramblers.
My generation replaced calligraphy with pornography.
Democracy with mass hypocrisy.
Fantasy with ecstasy!
We have new slave masters. Pasta and Rasta's
Enduring fame of shame kept conquering us.Shattering, Slaughtering us.
Still fascinated with masturbation and deep penetration.
We seek prophets in Ayatollah, Mulaah, college drop outs.
 We seek humanity in insanity.
Hallucinogenic agent became pageant of life.

That's my Generation 

DOPE HOPE

Dope is rope that help us to cope when there is no hope.
It helps us to a certain extent, like a peasant income.
You are not perfect but some benefit from it because you bought it with out a thought.
You funnel down the tunnel with out any light, You are giving up fight.
That is not right! You are just shaken up! wake up!
Heirs of throne would not mourn for you.
Do not light ice and other vices.
Lets not tie our hope to rope, which cant cope it.
That dope isn't any hope.
Do not submit your self to some chemical composite
Lets not seek dopamine in alternate aims.
Its bleak, gives you serotonin famine.
Do not fear to be wrong, be strong stay away from bong.
Do not cling on to hinges of syringe.
It drains you like there is  no rain.
Stop blaming yourself, start taming, reclaiming yourself!!

Story of My islanders

I am going to tell a story. An old story needed to be told. We are outsiders in our own back yard. We did not have a place to put a front yard.
This is the island I am talking about. Not the island with “linked road” which broadened ego and shortened our life. I am not talking about land where knife takes life. Do you hear me, care to know where I come from.
We were battled but we settled. But they tussled us at every corner.
Now ,my people are known as hustles.
Don’t you think we don’t have our own castle of dreams, full of light beams? We won’t give up without a fight. Which is what you say!Right?
See that’s my people way of reaching new heights. We do not prefer prison cell. We want be referred like you all.
Cultural narrative has shrouded clear perspective. It has become attractive and people are reactive to it.

I am not talking about propaganda and mass agenda of center stage; I am not talking about a place where cunning and stunning takes the stage. I am talking about minority. Nobody's priority
We did not only lose our land. We lost more. We lost our core. When we took to the new shore, there was niggle and struggle to come from where we call our home. We were outsiders from inside. We shored outside because of government enactment. Of course it was same as banishment.
Some took to the resorts and became host. At cost of our most loved ones. You take us as emblem of social problem. You take us too troublesome to think about.
Yet you think knife is too worrisome. You seek humanity in continuity. Constituency and liberty seems to be your property not a constituent’s necessity.

To feed your greed, you breed a creed to do your read. You feed on us like carnivore. Who hover on its prey. We pray to god show us some light in this fight.
We wrestle not to hassle. We bustle to be recognized and immersed in to organized society. We do not want be submerged, We do not want be remembered, membered as the rotten or forgotten.

My nation :Maldives

Autistic, optimistic,pessimistic. Do not restrict people to this labelling. 

Stop cabling this story to my generation like Troy.

If so no innovation can save my generation, only reincarnation can!

Go through trouble, hobble over the rubble, find your inner rebel.

It is crucial, we need endurance like Durecell!

Name on your initials is beneficial but it's superficial.

We are nation of commotion, we need emotion for solution which end up in collusion.

We need get out of this illusion, illuminate like the sun 

Son of this nation bring back some fun.

I am not taking about history or prehistoric mystery.

I am talking about the  street I grew up,

Every one had his crew, but few were shrewd enough to have own curfew.

We are horrified by death tolls but some glorify, personify it.

My nation has been cursed and bruised by own.

Torn and thrown at cartels. They shovelled unseen  brothels on our throat. We bought the flame.

It's lame to say we are drowning while they crowning new kings.

Be the light, take the fight to might. Show the sight of our forfathers 

Make them realise, conceptualise dreams our forefathers and their brothers saw shoulder to shoulder with elders.

Let us bolster this nation,  foster participation. Let's not be small cluster, let's not shelter in this.

Hope is to cope for the future, do not loop on "NOPE"

He is from Addu, Rasdhoo, Mandhoo' Huvadhoo, Kudo, Mandhoo, Hilirendhoo, Thulusdhoo, Thimarfushi, Horafushi.

He is from HadhunMathi or Thiladhumathi.

Let's run over this divide, burn these wides.

Let's make it glorifying to say you are from unified Maldives.

Let's build a destiny, let's us a create a dynasty  with dignity and unity!