The Poets Syndicate

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My God is much stronger than yours,
And this I have to ensure, even by use of force;
Men I may have to kill, but then,
Surely, I will straight away go to heaven.

Religion divides and religion kills,
More than the sum of all major ills;
I dare you to answer truthfully, if you can,
Did man create God? or God create man?

No religion is more than seven thousand years old,
Humans existed much earlier, I am told;
If early man did not need God to be strong,
Why do we blame Him, if things go wrong?

If God exists, it is beyond any confine,
Of scriptures,rituals and religion, yours or mine;
So if for something, you think you need a religious nod,
Wonder,whether God made man or man made God.

 

She was seated on the sofa, right beside me
as I nervously fingered my goatee
This was the time to summon my eloquence
and at the same time drop all pretense

Her deep blue eyes
seethed with malice
As I tried to explain
why I cheated her thrice

I reasoned with her, or I tried to
she waved off my words with a sardonic, 'that's true'
Never to lose hope, I shook her shoulder
only to see her eyes turn even colder.

Now came the moment I was dreading
where she threatened to break off the wedding
Which she proceeded to do, by leaving her seat
and run about the place, calling me a cheat.

She took off the ring, threw it up in the air
it fell to earth, I knew not where.
She went out through the door, out of my life
nevermore to become my wife.

 

Nice one FF

 

THE DYING WISH
the girl was dying,and she knew it
but more than the pain what hurt
The attitude of the consultant
who was so distant..so curt.

It all started wid a niggling cough
which just refused to go
endless rounds of doctors and then
on the x-ray a lung cancer did show.

I am too young to die she screams
neither do i have any vice
wat about my aspirations and my dreams
i always ws very kind and very nice.

chemotherapy did little to help
she lost her hair and her appetite
wat worried the doctors eve more
she lost her will to fight.

the girl was dying and she knew it
but more than the pain wat hurt
the attitude of the consultant
who was so distant so curt.

doctor,I am not just another case
I am a person,you know
more than ur medicines,what will help
a little sympathy if u can show.

 

well....nothing specific....generic thoughts

 

1 2 3.....

 

Yup. Mr. Fragger asked me to post it here

 

Incoherent Ramblings Of An Abstruse Mind

What would happen,
If I were to die tomorrow?
Would anyone mourn my absence,
And feel a deep dark sorrow?

Would this world stop moving?
Would tears of leaves fall from the trees?
Would the birds, in pain, stop their breathing?
Or would people cry and fall on their knees?

I'm like one ordinary fir,
Lost in an endless, dense jungle,
My death causing not a single stir,
The only dirge like murmur-a senseless jumble.


Yet, that's not true,
That little sparrow whose house I was,
Would pluck it's feathers and rue,
If only I was, If only I was......


And that little squirrel,
Who used to play in my shade,
Would mourn till his tears fell,
Lest the sorrow from his heart should fade..

Who is the squirrel?
WHo is that sparrow?
It's too difficult for me to tell,
I'm just a poor boy, not even sure of tomorrow......

 

From The Archives:-

World cup final, a clarion call for action


So what if experts predict a Lankan win,
Deep in my heart I know,
After all the action and clearing of the din,
Kumar sangakara has to kowtow!

After all, it is our Tendua's lair,
And he has never a final Cup win,
All Lankan weaknesses will be laid bare,
Regardless of Malinga's pace and Murli's spin!

Forget the tensions. enjoy the game,
Whether you like cricket or not,
Are daily lives are so insipid and lame,
Cricket victory makes us all hot shot!

 

So help me Lord

O lord! Give me power,
So that I do not cower,
When ruffians hold sway,
And I just look away.

Lord, give me learning,
For knowledge, a yearning,
Not for any personal gain,
But to help people in pain.

Lord, give me kindness,
In my heart a never felt mildness,
So when helping people in need,
My egotism, I can cede.

 

Wait fr me.. Wait fr me.. I wil hop in tomorrow

 

heres one of my mushy-mushy epics that i wrote when we completed four years together.. on may 25th last yr

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and here's smthn i added to sm1 else's poem... the first stanza is his... rest are mine

 

smthn i wrote for my parents' 25th.. just neeed to search for it

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--- Double Post Merged, Aug 19, 2012 ---

here's smthn i wrote for my wifey dear

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dbg hope u have read all of this.. oops wanted to tag initpidzero​

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fleshfragger .. the party begins here mate.. therz also an edit of ur poem which if u want then i can post .. The Dying Wish.. or u could​

 

MODDED VERSION:-


THE DYING WISH

the girl was dying,and she knew it
but more than the pain what hurt
The attitude of the consultant
who was so distant..so curt.

It all started wid a niggling cough
which just refused to go
endless rounds of doctors and then
on the x-ray a lung cancer did show.

I am too young to die she screamed
neither do i have any vice
wat about my aspirations and my dreams
i was always very kind , very nice.

Chemotherapy did little to help
and the sessions took its toll
she lost her hair , her appetite
what worried all the more, she lost her will to fight.

the girl was dying and she knew it
but more than the pain wat hurt
the attitude of the consultant
who was so distant so curt.
She felt lost , so distant and in fear
and longed for some love and care
her insides bled, outside she cried
difficult to withhold, however hard she tried

doctor,I am not just another case
I am a person,you know
more than ur medicines,what will help
a little sympathy if u can show.

Gradually She knew her time was near
A fact she had accepted without fear
All she wanted the world so show
Was a little bit of affection, you know

A child so sprightly, so charming, so sweet
Suddenly had become like a piece of dead meat
With her smile vanished, hair gone and her body lean
And the world around her was so cruel so mean

the girl was dying and she knew it
but more than the pain wat hurt
the attitude of the consultant
who was so distant so curt.



survival of the fittest,
in her school she had read
but never imagined in this world
such philosophies still bread

she thought all this was of pre-historic times
and this was a new age with a new ring , a new chime
but her aspirations quashed, her thoughts destroyed
and with her feeling and life , even the Almighty had toyed

the girl was dying and she knew it
but more than the pain wat hurt
the attitude of the God Almighty
who was so distant so curt.

TheMightyS