My work on my world

and where it all grows, the great and mediocre not me a one of them, to be a humble hoper

The final night

thekabaka | 01 September, 2007 21:12

A sudden bout of sadness falls upon
Where it is from whence it came
And temporary bliss that is gone
The earth it is just all the same

For why a man to live in fear
Of that an inevitable thing
As the cold pain of wait does seer
An approach and ruin they bring

The angels of death on steeds of white
Their crowns the red as human blood
And mouths the song of victims plights
Their step filled in otherworldly mud

Their caress as harsh as a thorn entwine
And some soft as a lovers touch
The difference is of influence benign
In fate of a soul dreading such

Bereaved of form the angels loom
Yet gaining in hold and might
Their words the tales of impending doom
That whisper in the cold dark night

And in finality to loose and surrender
Life, the glowing light in darkness cast
To a divine plan and a hope of splendor
Where mere pain and sadness lay surpassed

The NRI of a lesser God.

thekabaka | 19 May, 2007 23:39

The Good ol

Lady love

thekabaka | 09 October, 2006 00:15

just one kiss love to say goodbye
my dear to leave me as so
a woeful heart that heaves a sigh
to have to see you go

that my hand it does try to do
to clutch yours once a last
a heart so wishing it could be true
reminscnig such beautiful a past

to know your heart another is
it grieves this soul so more
but this love is what it gives
and pain it chose and bore

and my shoulder you have no more
so weep not my lady whatever
even at what lfie has kept instore
smile my heart's beat forever

and though a tougher road lies
stride on with your head high
and if no one to hold you tries
i will, love but dont ever cry

final farewells, and great regret
that you were not mine to be
and all i will hope to ever get
is one last moment for me.

Cutting the crap

thekabaka | 24 September, 2006 23:22

Since time memorial, people have asked, whats wrong with the world, and prophets and philosophers have come up with answers (great ones no doubt),Yet i a simple person of no great credentials, attempt to answer that with whtever limited wisdom i have acquired. The world of today, as i believe could do great by just cutting the crap. crap not as the biological reject of the digestive sytem but that crap that seems to fill up all those speeches made by politicians. every where there seems to be a bloated image of what reality is.This is a world where lying on resumes and dodging traffic rules is common place, what we need is a serious overhaul of how we percieve life,if its going to get better, we ve done a lot to make life easier, the technology we use is growing by the day to make it a tad bit more leisurely, but its not technology that will get us out of this downward spin of society. The perversion of truth is most leathal to the order that we have strived to build. fanaticism is just one such perversion, that has culminated into the biggest threat, that we as the civilized world made on the foundations of peace can face. And though terrorism is the biggest threat it isnt the only threat. As a young man brought up with the visions of a greater country i can only wish that politics will finally bid farewell to corruption and youth to crime. I wish we would not not scrutinize people for every word they utter no matter how influential they may seem by understanding that they are basically as human as us, Lets not give into the threat of violence, but make sure that all antisocial elements are eradicted, lates initiate dialogue as our primary option to the resolution of ong held grudges. lets not condemn error( in reasonable limits) to be inhuman but lets celebrate it as natural as we are also natural. Let's do away with unhealthy competition and the strive to better, for the sake of looking down on others. lets condone the death of white, black, oriental all alike and not by any superflouos identity, while exhorting the need for the fundamental right to life. lets be able to express our deepest regrets and fears, unhindered by etiquette , lets burp to great lunches and sneeze without excusing ourselves.

. Lets walk up in faded jeans and an"i dont care" T-shirt to class and learn like we've never before learnt. It was a world made without most of the rhetoric, it would be great to keep it that way.

Though reality is far away from this UTOPIA of imagination, for who would get into politics if there was no "incentive for growth", or who wouldnt love to show their next door neighbors the latest household ammenty all the while carrying an " i have it and you dont" expression. It s human i guess the petty things that do fall into the category of "crap", but what matters is not making your crap toxic to the basic fabric of humanity. Dont enforce your beliefs on others by threatening to kill, dont restrict me , my basic rights, let me be what i want to, within the framework of a carefully sculpted rule of law.

And though in all certainity my words will go down into the abyss of forgotten philosophies, i can only hope and exhort the need to keep it clean.


A teenage woe

thekabaka | 26 July, 2006 14:38

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The pharaohs plight

thekabaka | 18 July, 2006 18:45


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I command with authority from above

For your majesty now fails to see

That freedom is destined to us now


Warned yet you pay not heed

To me, a servant of the one almighty

And in consequence, if we not freed

Shall be seven plagues of stark reality


For your denial shall surely generate

The fall of a great rich empire

Dread the wrath of my lord

The broken half

thekabaka | 22 May, 2006 16:39

Meaningless chatter for endless pain,
Those merciless hands of beauty,
To fall in snare or refrain
Love a face of tragedy

For the falsehood of a woman

The lost life

thekabaka | 03 March, 2006 00:35

It was a day of a stormy life
So lonely and emotion filled
That my soul seered in eternal strife
To what of me is worth to build

For it is me a failure I stand
Lost in this place of earth
Alone with none by my hand
I tread with confidence in dearth

So then a question in me did ask
Of what sin was this condemnation?
To be denied the gift of task
And to live in continuous desperation

An answer for I looked in my past
Yet in its white was no crimson red
Alas, those joyous days didn

The common woe

thekabaka | 03 March, 2006 00:33

When wonders are your eyes sight
And costly meats your tastes delight
When lush green meets your daily stroll
And the sweet aromas that fill your soul

When your word assumes total command
And all bow when your presence stand
When pain and agony is but fantasy
And pleasures of life every days reality

When justice is what your mind judge
And glory beside you does trudge
When satisfaction fills within you
As your army swears solemn to

Then know a king you are
The one they call the morning star
And know in all possible royalty
There is who bear enmity

Know that as serene as it is now
Amount can turn it violently down
Know that we are turned to hatred
And that our wrath you shall dread

The king you are that failed to heed
The king so encompassed in your own greed
Its time we declare change is order
Its time oh noble we showed our power

-- The common

Victory of hope

thekabaka | 03 March, 2006 00:31

The silence of the end looms over plain
Their swords are down and their cause is vain
As dead they are splattered with blood on ground
They fought with valor but victory have not found

The flags lay torn and desecrated in shame
The flags they fought for in their king

My son..................

thekabaka | 03 March, 2006 00:25

Those tear drops she shed and pain she bore
To bring me forth into this earth
And sadness endured so I could joy some more
For never was love her love in dearth

Even as my little self would tread and fall
That guiding hand kept pushing me on
Run she said till yours is all
Oh those days now away and gone

And stern she was when instruction gave
As morals to me she wisely taught
Be polite she said do no wrong, behave
Words I seek yet hear not

Days swept by from boy to younger man
The mellows voice of kindness always beside
And in victory or failure an assurance that I can
There was my mother with my every stride

Never once expecting, never a complaint
Epitome of a parent she was to be
Her patience so never with taint
My mother I yearn to see

A father now in self, son you I, hold
In love and care that you shall live
And to you words my mother once told
My son, to you my life I give

The dope heads

thekabaka | 03 March, 2006 00:20

The long hair some flowing some entangled up
Some tied, in a tail some still in a dump
Like beauty from behind yet covered in beard
To many a fraternity they were truly feared

Like Sufis and saints they would strut
Defiance displayed with too much gut
Not my world to care they would sing
When many a problems to them would bring

Burning away among their finger life was truly high
When awaked from the midst of sleep could hear a sigh
Then again for companionship lit a glowing red
Nay won
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