Imagine

Imagine tangent of growth line adjacent to distributive justice line.

Imagine a domain of existence with out famine.

Imagine every soul shines so bright that Earth would out shine sun.

Imagine a race who would not forfeit,  a race who would not give up with out a fight, a race for who sky is the limit.

Imagine a race who emit positive vibration full of warm braces.

Imagine Cooperate vultures replaced by cultured cooperates.

Imagine oppression replaced by reconciliation.

Imagine segregation replaced by integration,

Imagined retribution replaced by fusion,

when our heroes go bad, dreamers go mad only thing we can rely on is our imagination.

Power of imagination is incredible.

It's impossible not to smile.

Shakoor,Nigaaz with attitude, Naaz, Run DMC, DMX, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls, Muhamadh Ali, Martin Luther King, Mandela. Mahthma Gandhi, Oliver Tambo, George Orwell, Geroge Harinson, John Lenon.

Who taught us though miles  apart we can inspire each other.

So do not bother about haters.

Let's Lift people out of despair.

Let's conspire for good.

Let repair broken bond.

Lift up the hood, let's change the world

Let's start new chapter of human history with our imagination.

Imagine that.    

Pseudo Patriotism

Neopatrimonialism has eroded the nationalism, enforcing pseudo patriotism.

Law of self fulfilment has flourished, lead to eruption of a corruption.

Corruption of mind and moral alike 

Corruption of old and bold.

 loyalty is put on hold while every one seek  their own gold.

This story is folding and unfolding before us but we take shelter in petty scolding.

Holding on to the old grudges like very crutches we need to walk.

Those who  talked about change did  more of the damage leaving behind carnage.

But still we are paying homage to this Roman age idealist.

Who are not more than hate mongers wrong doers.

Killers of man and women. Killers of our aspiration for better nation.

Happy Independence Day Maldives!!!

Elevation

Socrates,  Spartacus is just another apparatus,

Seek your crust ,Which is just crowded in dust

While you are shrouded in the mystical celestial  world ".

Paying homage to unseen bondage.Been hostage of own imagination.

Failing to illuminate.Cumulating humiliations 

Visualising the  annihilations rather than  conceptualising the reconciliation.

Hobbs, Jobs all had belief in themselves rather  shelving in with their selfs.

No elfs are there to pave the unseen roads.

Foreseeing the future is the personnel obligation

Which can't. be always delegated, If so you  will be relegated you  need elevation its not a revelations.

Alchemy algorithm algebra trigonometry geometry are just periscopes

You need google out which is your goggles 

It will be not with out  struggles

   

  

memories

I describe you as hypocrite, some kind of culprit.

I know you are going to rise like Phoenix, shine like Sphinx of Egypt.

You are encrypted, crypted. Difficult  to decrypt.

No longer i subscribe, prescribe to that.

No longer I inscribe your name.

But I describe you as beautiful, helpful, insightful.

Dreadful at times but delightful

Full light and fight.

Those memories are real stories  of you. 

Brownies, stationary we bought together.

Stuff we brought to each other made us  better.

But latter it did not mattered as we battered, shattered our dream with own hand.

It became mad man's world put on hold.

Molded in to something cold.

Now it's old.

But memories worth holding on to.

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.