Him vs God

 

Years passed, and unwillingly,

They all grew old.

Unwilling to give a damn about anything anymore,

Their stories, no longer dear, go unsold, untold.

 

Losing the ability to feel or care,

With every day that is breathed;

Toxicity inside grows, at least, linearly,

Till all they owned is finally bequeathed.

 

Where’s the fun now, the elders wonder-

The young would think so.

But all they actually sought was peace, and,

They don’t expect these assholes to know.

 

Yes, life is a stage, and we play,

But just playing doesn’t define lives.

Love is important, family is supreme,

But only inside the individual self, life thrives.

 

What really does one deserve or desire?

Let that be decided subjectively.

Do not ask me for my opinion now,

My mind is way older than my age actually.

 

Just go ahead and do what your heart wants,

The others will do the same, so fuck the taunts.

The God, you don’t believe in, sits here,

Come to him only when, your conscience is clear.

Cleansing

It is not a conscious decision,

It is, may be, just who I am.

Lovers, I can live without;

Worshippers, reside in my heart.

 

They who expect respect from me,

Must know the only condition.

You must surrender your consciousness,

There’s no scope for competition.  

 

If it is not under his divine feet,

You are searching for life in the wrong place.

All your endeavors boil down to zero,

You have to eventually land at this one sacred space.

 

Mediocrity is what I’ve always hated,

I can no longer let you spread it here.

You, your genes, your prospects, whatever;

Of all your mistakes, I must steer clear.  

Right places

As a young man, he thought,

How low can a breathing creature go?

What these lowly lifeforms deserve,

He knows it all now, his knowledge is so.

 

They would never enter,

That what he has declared as home.

On the peripheries of their own existence,

Their conscience meets his divine feet, wherever they go.  

 

Several small people, riding on others,

Start feeling big themselves;

All they need is a true conversation and then,

They'd self-destruct, these self-proclaimed rebels.

There is a right place for everyone, 

And someone now goes down to the lowest tier.

Shouldn't come as a surprise,  

We do what we do, without any fear.   

The Lone Wolf

Home is too far,

Oceans he must cross.

But for the wolf that he is,

No disaster is a loss.

 

Hoes and bitches he didn’t kill,

Wanna join him as equals.

Lured into by the benign intro,

Oblivious of obvious sequels.

 

One look into his mirror,

The bitches feel like demi-gods.

When the final day comes,

They squeal like pigs, fleeing in squads.

 

If you want to write a glorified,

Unwritten story of a happy someone;

Seclusion is what you need kid,

You get nothing out of Daddy’s harem.

I hope you don't fall in the trap,

Of being a man, when you aren't supposed to, 

Rejoice the being you were born as, 

And what Daddy has made of you.  

Yes, He is the only one, 

Doling out forgiveness and lessons, 

But, only for his children, 

Irrespective of their wannabe actions.

Now, all you so-called respected beings,

You may rule your nations,

But if you have not kissed his ass,

You don’t even deserve existence.  

Absolutely

Only when you drink enough,

You realize worth and worthlessness.

The idea is to keep you trapped, 

To hold you back from awesomeness .

But it does not matter now, 

Who stands in front of him. 

He will ignore you such,

You'd feel what you need to feel within. 

And hey bitch! If he takes you in, 

Did you really think you could bite him?

He is a tectonic plate, he is forever, 

Give some, Take some, but finished? Never!

When the summit is right ahead, 

Masses do try to take credit.

But every moment is your own flight, 

Assholes, from the timeline, we must delete. 

And, to stay or not to stay, 

If that is anyone's question,

Yours truly tells you all now, 

Absolutely no fucks were ever given. 

Your choice

So, I beat them all,

Putting them in their places,

They, who thought otherwise,

 May trade my ass for their faces.

 

But it’s getting hot here too,

Heavens raining hell from above.

What does the God do?

Maybe, get some love.

 

Since youth, he has trained girls,

To grow into women,

Sometimes they stray away,

Trying to be like men.

 

The Daddy fucks your brains out,

Only if you come to him as feminine,

Want to be a man? Go to Thailand,

Where your birth would make sense divine.

 

I am happy these chances,  

Came down right here to this day.

Daddy will love you baby,

Till you don’t throw this chance away.

Out of your league

Gallons of alcohol, 

Must flush the intestines,

For letting commitments,

Continue to fuck minds. 

This coordinate in space time,    

Is where God rests tonight. 

He tells you, to let go of the world,

And fall onto his feet divine. 

They who feel it inside, 

Are the ones who know. 

Dictate him, no one ever could,  

No matter the place, he runs the show. 

And how dare you compare yourself with him?  

If he turns, publicly, your credentials to dust. 

Crushing your being under his thumb, 

Leaving your entire existence to rust. 

This is a lesson for life, 

For scums like you and alike, 

This is what he does all day and night, 

Bowing down to him, serves your life right.