New Age Estranged Buddha Friend

This one goes to my friend Siji,


New Age Buddha gets his enlightenment.

Rain on the brain, well; she is the perfect stranger
She’s so strange; you don’t know a single thing about her
Can’t you tell apart the blacks from white; she is so distant like a satellite.
Rebel and a liberator, find a way to charge your Cellulite

Bird has flown away; empty cage is all you got.
She was never meant to stay, empty cage is all you got.
To keep her caged would just delay the spring.
Rebel and a liberator, It’s time to break the rusty cage & run.

Cheers,

Peter


This one goes to my friend Peter.

Estranged Friend

I think my so called friend,
doesn't understand me for sure,
all these days I had been pestering my brian,
to estrange her, No Stranger for me I know.

My dear so called friend,
has estranged me from him in his words,
I used to feel he understands me,
Were all those caring words all frauds.

I had never tried to cage a bird,
My friend you got me all wrong,
spring is what I always sought,
I thought I had your support, so strong.

Cheers

Siji

High on Crystal Methamphetamine

I am a socially responsible being and my advise to all would be "LOVE LIFE HATE DRUGS"... ....  "DRUGS ARE FOR LOSERZZZ"

“Tinas” got me wild, she had cut through my veins,
I am hallucinating, Somethings creeping in ma brains
I am losing everything I have, “Crystal” she is grave,
I got to start all over again, “Meth” has made me brave,
Stuck in this repeating cycle, starting time and time again,
“Glass” enhanced stamina, I could dance all night without pain,
My senses all gone numb, I am like sinking in quicksand,
“Speed” gave me wings I am flying, I can no more stand,
My visions all blurred off, My hearts palpitating,
With an increased arousal, seeking partner for m@ting,
“Chalk” is destructive; “Crank” is a fucking hell,
“Ice” has had me in deep shit, This DRUG is such a fucking swelllllllllll……

No Compassion without Sufferings

Heart, Bled, the cries of Sorrow,
I saw this boy, creep in burrow,
He had something in hand,
Dug from moist sand,
It wriggled and squirmed,
In his small fist, so grimed,
Down, below, in the nether
Laid his hungry, sick mother,
Could see in her eyes, Desperation,
Calling out death, to take her possession,
He gave it to her, of course to eat,
She relished on it, was it grilled meat,
Life is being sarcastic, and not me,
With sufferings comes compassion, cant you see…..


A "Sonnet" emphasising the desperation and compassion.....

Revolution

I wrote this for our revolutionary group called "The Industrious Brothers".... We are two now myself and my best pal Peter Damien.. But we are gonna be in trillion, quadrillion, sextillion, septillion... Itzzz gonna be a wave and is gonna be called the Catalyst for the "Third Industrial Revolution"

In my Heart is Valour,
In my arm is Brother,
We are marching ahead,
Blessed by the dead.
Revolution is what we seek
There is no room for the meek
Brave Hearts are bruised
Brave Souls are loosed
Industries are gonna revolve
Through us its gonna evolve
We would lay the stone
Years of imperialism is gone
World! You wait and watch
Industrious Brothers are on the march……..