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Farewell NSIT


Lot of things going through my head
Lot of emotions coming from my face
It simply ain’t easy to move forward
It simply ain’t easy to leave this place
Still yet to be recognized by people
Still yet to make a name in the crowd
At least been known among my friends
At least made my loved ones feel proud

#FarewellNSIT #GonnaMissThoseDays


Ash Bee Zone : The 2012 Blog Review


The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 30,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 7 Film Festivals

Click here to see the complete report.

 


Is it the End of the Beginning ?


Is this the way
to feel good about yourself ?
Is this the way
to have pride in yourself ?
Is this the way
to earn respect like a man ?
Is this the way
to treat an innocent woman ?
Is this the way
to justify your statements ?
Is this the way
to emancipate your thoughts ?
Is this the way
to try to be like a Boss ?

Why such questions
are still hovering in my mind ?
Why such voices don’t
pass through their heads
while committing any crime ?
Shredding the Glory,
Losing every single Morality,
Raising the Cruelty and,
Without any Epiphany
to every Extent.
Spoiling the Dignity,
Retaining the Irresponsibility,
Breaking the Unity,
Degrading the Society and,
Killing the Humanity
until it’s all Extinct.
Filled with
The Corrupts,
The Hypocrites,
and above all
The Rapist minds.
Not a single place
to run away from them,
Not even a single place
to Hide.

Is this the place
am I supposed to live ?
Is this the New philosophy
should I believe ?
Is this the way
to survive in Nation ?
Is this the way
to claim yourself
an honorable citizen ?
Is this the way
to call yourself
a true human ?

The questions will
keep on coming
until they blow up
your tiny head,
It’s High Time fellas
Really need some
Action and Aggression instead.
Raise your
Voices and Fists
for the Revolution,
Don’t sit and talk
like a douchebag
in a Cafe Coffee Day,
Keep on fighting
until you die hard,
even if we’ve survived
from that 2012 doomsday.

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On a Rowdy Note,
To all those mean cunts,
and those cowardly assholes,
F**K YOU !!!!
I won’t do what you tell me.
F**K YOU !!!!
I won’t do what you preach me.
F**K YOU !!!!
I would tell and preach what it should it be.
F**K YOU !!!!
I would kick your ass for the sake of humanity.

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My Silly Shitty Hovering Mind .. From Darkness To Sunshine


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Ain’t dreaming about
any moment or opportunity
to come and chase for,
Ain’t running towards
success and achievements
to brag myself more.
Even not begging for
some fame, priviledge,
money and blessings to pour,
And really, Don’t wanna
keep on dealing with
these Shits like a moron.

Maybe .. I’ve fallen
into the darkness,
Maybe .. I’m in the
centre of cynicists,
Maybe .. I feel like
an ”Indian Nigga”
who’s ignored sometimes
and even left behind.
or even, Maybe I’m
simply just another victim
of a Shithole Politics.

Despite of all
the Omens of my Life,
Let’s keep them
apart for a while,
Jumping out from
my pity graveyard,
Cutting down the tension
with a Sharp Knife,
as There does exists
my Time to “Shine”.

Just keep learning
from my past li’l mistakes
and moving on further miles long.
Ignore the Bullshit trash-talking
and keeping mind and soul Strong.
Just a Lonewolf
in this Dark Jungle
Dwelling a New Cult
against the Mean Cunts,
Raising Hell with
some Raw Attitude
Making an Optimistic Ego
more damn Blunt.

Someday I will
get what I wanted,
Someday I will
live on my dreams,
Someday I will
drive to the success,
Someday I will
travel across the seas,
Someday I will,
really grow up Damn BIG
Someday I will,
stop taking other’s Shit
Someday I will
get some God Damn reasons
to get rid all of my grieves.
Someday I will
be that one what
I’ve promised to anybody.
And This is the way how,
Someday I will
become a MAN of somebody
from a KID of nobody.

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This Poetry is a part of  Thursday Poets Rally Week 64 by Jingle

Thursday Poets Rally Week 64


Lend a Hand


Old and Rusty are our joints
Serving Generations is what we’ve done
There are no competitions to prove our points
Teaching Humanity and love is what we’ve sown

It’s time for the nation to reap its harvest
Hard work of ours is to come to test
In our children have we produced zest

Now that we’re old
Which is supposed to be gold
Isn’t it their responsibility
To show their creditability

Lend a hand in our care
Show your love with your hearts bare
Show us that you respect and care
Isn’t it a chance that’s fair!

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This Poetry is a Part of  Poetry Picnic Week 11 by Bluebell Books

Bluebell Books

and Thursday Poets Rally Week 55 by Jingle

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BIG Thanks to Jingle for presenting me this ” Perfect Poet Award for Week 55 “

Perfect Poet Award Week 55

For Week 56, I would like to nominate Olivia.

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Dilemma


What is right,
Is difficult to decide
But what is wrong
Is easy to point.
That which brings you joy,
And makes you smile
No doubt, is considered worth while.
Whatever has been used as ladder.
If it gives you the desired pleasure,
People call it the real treasure,
People think a little more
Is it the ecstasy you’re looking for?
Remember if the heart is pure,
You’ll get the bless for sure,
When the heart is content.
Just don’t bother with the comments

But what is wrong,
is realized after the time has gone
Then the man is left alone
With his negative all grown
Now to come out of the plight
Again, he has to think of right.
Believe it or not,
What clear is the inner sight
And you have the power to flight,
Every wrong will surely transform into right.

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This post was a part of  Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 53
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.. True Beauty ..


This poetry is based on TRUE FACTS which i’m noticing these days for a long time . It has neither copied nor disrespecting content. Seriously, No Offence in any case. It’s totally written with Pure and Real Words of Creativity from my Heart and Please Read this one with yours’. 🙂

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… True Beauty ….
A thing that never hides
from these precious eyes,
A thing that’s truly inside
and even, forever resides.
Sometimes it is unseen,
But it is not mean,
Sometimes it is bare,
But it lies within you,
as it is always there.

Still curious and amazed
with Today’s Pretty Women,
Seems like they won’t be
getting a True Satisfaction,
having a Strange Obsession,
with Big Lame Expections,
and still would be playing
with God’s Holy Creation.
Putting that Lip Gloss,
Fragrance of Candy Floss,
Painting all over the Body
with Powder and Tanning Lotion,
and even, covering
all those sexy things
with Plastic Implantation. 😛
All this madness
is raising now,
on every Race,
on every Culture,
on every Nation,
Where these bitches still
keep on running for Perfection.

But you can’t blame
all of them every timek
as even today’s guys
praise them like n00bs.
All they dream about
their fantasies every time
Riding with a Blonde having
Pamela Anderson’s B**bs,
Kissing a Brunette having
Angelina Jolie’s Lips,
Dancing with a Latina having
Kim Kardashian’s Hips,
This horny creepy World
is getting more Lusty,
People keep on
Stalking like Perverts,
and even,
Praising like Nerds,
Their Mind Will be
getting more Dirty.
They won’t ever
get a LIFE like this,
Until they Wake up
from the fantasy,
And come back
to REALITY.

Enough of this
Lusty Pollution,
Beauty has a
Naturally Pure Definition,
It can’t be covered
with any Makeup,
as it means True Love.
It even can’t
be Baked up,
as it the Flight
of a Dove,
With no
defects and flaws,
Nobody in the world
seems to be Ugly,
Just Keep your mind
DAMN Clean enough,
Never make it Dirty,
Just be proud of being
whatever you’re,
And how do you look,
Never Feel so guilty,
You’ll get on you own,
The Pure meaning of
.. The True Beauty ..

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As Y’all have notice the editing and indentation of poetry has been done in such a way that It is forming a “Curved-body shape of Woman” in every paragraph. Hope you’ve Like this one as well 😉

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This Poetry is a part of Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 49 by Jingle

Thanks for reading. ^_^

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Also a Great Thanks to Jingle for giving me Perfect Poet Award Week 49

And, for the Golden Jubilee Week 50, I would nominated “Someone Is Special”.

Perfect Poet Award Week 49


I Remember


His face, i remembered.
Gaunt, paler by the day.
my face, he doesn’t see.
Where his vision fails,

He is teetering on the
jagged edge of death’s hole.
Yet he is smiling with
the warmth of a newborn baby.

Does he feel alone, fearful
in death’s cold cradle?
Or does he see the end
as an end to his suffering?

my pain is that
i’d given him pain.
The emotional fortress’s defenses
shatter momentarily, but never enough
to let others in.

As Death gave him one last call,
i pulled up the white sheets,
half thankful that
now, i’m allowed to cry.

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This Poetry is a part of Thursday Poets’ Rally Week 46 by Jingle

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