Preachers “Poem”
Posted on October 16, 2020 Leave a Comment
The world need no more preachers
The world need no more revolutionaries
The world needs no more revelations
The world need no more prophets
The world need no more saints
The world needs no more devils but science alone
The world only needs reasoning
Leave the world at peace O preachers
Keep your doctrine to yourself for godsake
Your theory has failed! Look what the world has became so fanatic and intolerable to diverse opinions
Even if your truth worth the whole world it gives you no right to enforce it on other people
You follow your divine ways
We follow natural ways
Nature cries for humanity
Let us follow way of mankind and man alone
Adalee Street “Poem”
Posted on October 16, 2020 Leave a Comment
My memories walks on the Adelee Streets
There is a house on Adalee Street
There is Nostalgia on Adalee Streets
There is nothing forbidden on Adalee streets
Every laborer used to come home with fatigue on Adalee street
I miss my friends at Adalee street
Where are they? Where are my lost treasures
Steve the poet?
Sonny the Arab?
Jay the rapper?
Ray the Alcoholic?
Eric the homeless?
Sam the most talkative?
Ali the philosopher?
Where is the diversity of great American spirit?
Where is Adalee street I have forgotten?
Take me to Adalee street my madness
Himalayan Salt Lamp “Poem”
Posted on October 15, 2020 Leave a Comment
In the light of Himalayan salt Lamp I get high
Deep in heart of a friend we get high together
We listen to some music and talk about our lives
We learn about the Benefits of Salt Lamp
We wander our minds to women
We google perfumes and Wrote a research paper on impact of fragrance on women
We smoke the blunt together
And come to conclusion that women want money
And that money makes you visible
So we come up with million dollar ideas
With million dollar smiles we Became millionaires
Weed is our savior in times of distress
Give us a fig high five we are so high
Four Noble Truths “Poem”
Posted on October 14, 2020 Leave a Comment
A poetic expression of Four Noble truths by Buddha
Buddha teaches that suffering is inevitable
The cause of suffering are cravings
The wants, needs, desires and passions
Human nature wants more and more
The more one gets the more one remains unsatisfied
It is like one is thirsty for a glass of water but he wants wholes oceans
Human wants are no different then a Maya (delusional)
Expecting happinesses is different from actual happiness
Buddha the wise one says denounce materialism
Kill your craving for unessential wants
Buddha speaks “Simplify, simplify your life”
Buddha observes modern buying behaviors
You don’t need a new I-phone, fancy dresses, or be slave to popular opinions just because it is a trend
Buddha teaches the vices of modern consumerism
Markets utilizes consumers as products
By simplifying your wants
You will reduce suffering
You will find enlightenment
Buddha have no ideology
Buddha teaches individual experience and quest for truth
Hence the eight fold path is different for everyone
Buddha proclaimed don’t believe what I say discover truth yourself
Truth has no authority it is free as nature is and as equal as two and two equals four
Happiness “Poem”
Posted on October 12, 2020 Leave a Comment
Since the dawn of mankind
Every man seeks happiness but failed to possess it
What is happiness if not the constant struggle
A means to no end turning nihilism into annihilation
Jesus finds his happiness in preaching or in suffering?
Or one just imagine Sisyphus happy as An Algerian French writer penned a decade ago
Who was Sisyphus in real sense according to Camus?
Every labor to every working man is condemn to toil and sweats
They grab their beer at the end of the day and think that’s what all life is about
They start their day with the name of God and think that’s happiness
We all end up in graveyards, a being into nothingness
Happiness doesn’t exist is a fact
To create happiness is logos as per ancient Greeks
Let’s me be a nomadic O poor soul
A Strange Encounter “Poem”
Posted on October 11, 2020 Leave a Comment
My heart seeks a strange encounter of her existence
She appears out of no where
She must answer my questions
Why she is so colored in my colors
Or is she colorless I doubt every night?
A sudden excitement she brings in my heart
What it would be like seeing her?
Speak now why moon and stars look for our encounter so passionately?
When will our stranger encounter will took place the universe conspires
I look forward to the day
When her divine being come before me with resentments
Shall I talk or just look at her deeply
Will she be able to break the stereotype of American culture?
She must answer such questions whenever we see each other
Or else there be prejudice
I don’t know O heart
Fate will decide was she just a random follower
Or something more than a follower
Guinness “Poem”
Posted on October 9, 2020 Leave a Comment
Irish Guinness gripped in his hands Sonny used to walk
If you misspell Guinness what would it sound like? He inquired gaily
I replied in nightly sadness “I don’t know!”
We used to walk from Nebraska to Floribraska streets
Sonny exclaimed in his drunkness it will be as “Geniuses” who hold Guinness in their hands
I laughed! So you mean to say your a genius? I asked politely
Yes! have you any doubts? He protested
I replied, how dare there would be a doubt
Ali you belong to Vermont he outcried
I nodded and ignored
He stopped and started yelling
Florida has nothing good to offer us
I am moving to Colorado and you must move to Vermont
You will find intellectual cuticles and inspiration to write
I replied I will think about it
Tonight I felt the need to move somewhere far
Maybe my friend was right I must move to Vermont
Black America “Poem”
Posted on October 8, 2020 Leave a Comment
Beware O world! Black Americans are rising
The most oppressed of the human race in all history
Better close your doors black Americans marching on the road
The courage, the potential in black Americans are unshakeable, unimaginable and unconquerable
I even started to imitate their ways
Nothing can stop them they are coming
Like a Hurricane they will destroy racism
I saw true humanity in black Americans
I felt the bond and unity in black Americans
I fell in love with black Americans
Color is no longer the right of the might
Race is no longer the sign of right
Black America is all what America will be known for in future
The champions will be the Black Americans
The First Murderer “Poem”
Posted on October 7, 2020 Leave a Comment
Cain Murdered Abel first of all
Sons of Adam against what not?
One brother against another we see not
That guilt of Cain still hunts human race
The murder of Abel still hunts human race
How long mankind will be guilty and murderers at the same time?
Is this human race ever going to achieve the promised Utopia?
My eyes are blindfolded and mouth sealed and ears dumbed and hands cuffed and legs paralyzed
Where is God? Have anyone seen God?
Why has God abandon mankind in blood and despair?
Who wants heaven after death? Death is truly a heaven
We all are only equal when we are dead
A dead men is not rich nor poor
A dead man has no color, belief or hate or love
A dead man is a dead man that’s all
Death is the only Utopia mankind will ever achieve
Death was the only Utopia for the first murderer and the murdered
Death is the fate of mankind forever and ever
Journey of an Artist “Poem”
Posted on October 7, 2020 Leave a Comment
The journey of an artist is no different than Homer’s marvelous Greek tragedies
I hereby walk on the path of being an artist
Who is an artist?
Any person who sees things differently
Any person who thinks differently
Art is not just painting, it is a way of life
Every Artist has their canvas
Pen is my supreme tool of expression
The world stands on way of an artist
Artists presents the world different than what it is
Reality is against imagination
Poetry is against rationality
Writing is against authority
Loneliness is against company of friends
Welcome O reader I choose to be an Artist
In a world stormed by engineers, doctors, and dot .Com millionaires
You have an emerging artist in rebellion
He cares not about a career or job market
His only passion is to be like Socrates
An un-examined life is not worth living
Philosophy and literature are his sole companions
Hasich
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