Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Prosthetic destiny

Unwind, rewind, find how we were put on this dual  mode,Stop nodding, start cracking the code,This war would be hard fought,
Will be  caught in between onslaughts ,Slaughter will be committed by the troubled souls.Nemesis will build premises to destroy our cry.
Know your prayers, say it loud to naysayers Do not become slayer like them, become truth sayer, fight like Cassius Clay to stay alive.Believe evil is not here to stay
paying homage to this anarchical hypocrisies  like pseudo democracy is validating violence to silence of needy, accepting brilliance of greedy.Steady your self get away from Carnivorous seeds which germinate terminators to eliminate, decimate the truth with brute force to enforce their rule, struggles which enable to the afford the comfort of mansion, while we sorted to detention. Retention of this mentality will curtail our ability to be stable and capable, durable life,
Be civilized rise  against denomination of domination which  formalized segmentation, Criminalize emancipation with an anticipation that we make take their prize, which  ours as sunrise is theirs. Ill informed hypothesis, prophesies practiced injustice, justice became recreation, creation of imagination, a fascination of nation, mismanaged resource lead to  raw emotion of chaos, causes of outrage.outsourced ideology from other sources which enticed more corrosion, erosion of identity bringing in money oriented mentality as new blue print. Tyrannical morons become stronger, their storage expanded under amendments, mandate enactments. Establishment of new institution was not for abolishment old order,  it was border  institutionalization of  their interest with out realizing, destabilizing, pealing, stealing wealth for their good health, melting nationality, rationality for the community infusing materiality as survival, tribal, trivial medieval , a devil lecture, an evils scripture, increases torture chambers, mortuaries, cemeteries as enmities of necessities curtailing, regressing progress. Grossing depression, oppression paving recession, devaluation, depreciation of value.
Structuring, resurrecting counter values restrict critics, emit submission, commission  motion of fragmentation. Sanction mutation mutilating the voices against hallow proposition, shallow promises, opposition as noises. Constructing, cosmetic, prosthetic destiny undermine unity.


Tuesday, 30 December 2014

New page


That dope shit got us the cope
Hopes that we needed but not for liking of the cops.
Drops of bloods paint up streets.
Crates of liquor keep popping up.
Each day we wake to news new bodies been chopped up.
Each crib making their mark,
Stark contrast to our history.
Mystery that baffles us.
Hit us like rifle.
We are dissolving like trifle.
Hopes are nullifying
Hell bent on verbal crucifixion.
Fixated on lies, vices and dices,
Giving deaf ear to community cries,
Me and my brothers got to look after our father, mother, father our children in cage called minimum wage.
Hostage on a stage, full of carnage.
Get over this rage we need turn to new page.
We need to engage.
We need remove the faulty gauges.
Minimize the damages.
Rebuilt an image.
Turn to new page

Sunday, 28 December 2014

Not too late

Lanes still fresh from blunt of hash.
Flames are spreading, we are   still on crash course, we are still drowning in ash.
Shallow graves  flooded by souls on lost cause.
Nose bloodied. Bodies battered. Dreams shattered.
Underneath city of lights.
Sights becoming blur.
Colours evaporating from all around. 
Cloud of desperation covering over.
Hysteria taking over.
Hovering over like predators.
Agitators are winning.
Spinning the truth.
Tainting it to maintain, sustain certain of degree of control.
Prowl over the place for next victim.
Next enactment, next banishment.
We have become casualties of their entertainment, amusement 
Placed under legalised confinements.
Subjects of a duopoly.
Simply the collateral damage of a power play. Engagement is practised as leverage to Confuse the sight of carnage.
Goliath and leviathan rains their sins on us, the masses  passes hate but it not fate,
It's not too late to stop this narrative of predestined fate.


Tuesday, 23 December 2014

After every darkness there is light and we fight for that light - forthe people of Peshawar


Among us we Install fear, darkness.
But after every darkness there is light and we fight for that light. We pray to God show us some light, so we can shine so bright they can't lay sight on us.
You many have the guns to run havoc, mocking at us. Rocking our way of life.
You can go low to provoke us but we can cope with it, you can't invoke fear.
We will tear down you to your core, world be witness that your nothing more than a sore losers. A poser who shielded himself with delusional ideologies. 
We will take no apologise for those your ill mind conspired to kill. You can't  kill the human aspiration till oxygen pumps in our respiratory veins. 
You can take aims at us but it will go in vain.
We know pain will rain on us but every darkness has to give way for light. We will go to new heights with you or with out you.
#peshawar

Heavy hearted phantoms

Depressed bodies pressed to wall.


Compressed, suppressed 
But still obsessed by  politicians.
The vey practitioner of this trade.
You parade   after them.
Inflicting pain on rest for momentarily gains.
Ignoring very reins that permanently dislocate, isolate us.
Among us we install fear, darkness
But After every dawn there is light.
And for that light we fight
This is for those who defied realm of human understanding.
With standing against all the hate.
They did not take shelter in predestined fate.
I am talking about Marley's, Martin Luther's Mandela's.
The heavy hearted  phantoms  who haunted racist, fascist
Whose legend  stood test of time.
Legacy never endangered. 
Today these renegade's stories are important than ever.
To rise up against the tyrants, deceivers
To forge up our own destiny 

Passion

Spanish Inquisition or Iraq invasion.
It's not passion of an ordinary man.
It's penned by men in mansion.
Who hold generation of men to ransom.
They crave more graves than Adolf Hitler.
These are not builders of civilisation.
They criminalise the voice of unconformity in the name of unity.
Equating unity with uniformity.
Labelling our Heroes with tag of insanity.
Equating tyranny of few with democracy.
Filling up fallacies and hypocrisy.
Filling streets with dope lead hope.
Teaching every lost crush,job exam can be coped with dope, dope light up your day, enlightens you.
This is the plight of my generation.
Blinded by blingers and swingers.
Our existence is endangered more  than ever.
The fever is spreading like wildfire.
Tiring and tearing us down.
Filling up pockets of the rich.
They are making so much money they themselves have to pinch.
Media equates reality with rating.
Crafting an oppression never witnessed before.
In these moments of adversity, brutality we see heroes rise,
Whose war cries rise our hope.
Who helps to find the our passion.
Passion is the cushion for us. Those who do not live in mansion.
Passion of our heroes ended the rule of those who held us hostage to unseen ransom.
Seeking that passion is trouble some.
But we can't crumble under that excuse,
We have to refuse the teaching which confuses our perspective.
We should say no to all kind of domination,
We should not fall because of our own erection.
We need to pin them down and win.
We have to win. 





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.