Friday, January 17, 2014

Hazri Extreme Hardcore Possession



the spirit
was willing
the flesh was
weak..into
her violable
mind he
entered
in his voice
she speaks
havoc he
wreaks
as she bangs
her head ..
her struggle
in captivity
peaks blood
shot eyes
redness on
cheeks
she wails
she shouts
she screams
reality does
not exist
she dreams
volatile
abusive
not conducive
insular
inclusive
it seems
inhaling
the loban
smoke
from the
interior
of the holy
shrine
she becomes
dove like
child like
calm meek
some call
her mental
pagal a freak
hazri time
is when
the outsider
his victim
seeks
furtively
surreptitiously
he sneaks
lasting a second
a day or several
weeks .,,,
possession
as it streaks

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Politics Aam Admi And More ..


their bark
is worse than their bite
political opportunists
who when they dont
get a ministerial berth
like mangy stray dogs
come out on the streets
to fight ..power corrupts
but not getting power
corrupts the politicians
mind in flight ..god save
delhi.. god save india
god save the aam admi
was it just a few minutes
respite ..everyday a new
issue a new dogfight
ideologies ...out of
sight ..india was shining
till you switched off
the ebullient light

to mr kejriwal..despite

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A Moment Called Hazri


when the invading
spirit demonically
deviously satanically
usurps terrorizes
the body and soul
eyes furtively
suspicious like
breathing embers
of burning coal
spasmodic
seismic
seizures
out of control
leaving behind
useless husk
her entirety
he came
he stole
her children
her parents
their pain
captured
through
a camera
peephole
a void
time
consoles

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The Possessed



the loban smoke
keeps the evil
spirits at bay
souls made
of paper
feet made
of clay
moments
deprived
of sanity
held within
a prayer
gasping
for those
lost good
times all
gone away
as their
frail bodies
sway
whipping
hair fighting
the moving
air ..the holy
saint of mahim
holistically heals
with him their
restless angst
they share
he touches
he cares
beauty
that was
once lovely
fair now
gnarled
sorrow
says
dangerous
beware
a living
nightmare
eyes
hollow
lamp lights
that furtively
shine and scare

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Superstition Black Magic Possession


lies within
the restless
soul of woman
man..making
use of his her
gullibility enters
the shaman
removing evil
spirits possessed
souls from satanic
devious plans
through animal
sacrifice mantra
dua taweez
loban smoke
at temples
shrines
dargahs
in india
pakistan
all this
has existed
ever since
time began
man reduced
to cipher
he came
he saw
he ran

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Hunger

Hunger by firoze shakir photographerno1
Hunger, a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr.



he was
cleaning
the leftovers
from every ones
plates ..man
is humble
hunger is great
an empty stomach
greedily ate .
man chained
to his shortcomings
his accidental fate
neither in nor out
clinging to the awning
of her gate ...like a
paper boat floating
on the muddy waters
of her consciousness
he endlessly waits
the woman he loves
the woman he hates

to my friend meld ..via pictures his pain he narrates

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I Am Man


in the image
of god i was
planned
seeking
heaven
on earth
i was
eternally
damned
cosmically
defective
hurriedly
i was
programmed
to appease
the maker
i am used
as a
sacrificial
lamb..
no apologies
i am not
what i am


to my friend anuj..

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Main Hindu Hoon - Hussain Ka Katil Nahi


hussain ka
hindu chahnewala
hoon ..garv hai
mujhe main
hussain ka
manewala hoon

insanyat ke massiha
hussain ..ka main
murid ,,har sal
hussain tekri
par sajda
karne ata hoon
yahan se dili
sukoon apne
ghar le jata hoon

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Much As I Want I Cant Marry You Miss. Miriam Lorna Laboso,


Hello Dearest One,

--
My name is Miss. Miriam Lorna Laboso, 23 years old originated from Nairobi-Kenya, East Africa, Female, tall, slim, fair and a very good looking girl that loves travelling and dancing,

I want you to also understand that your Age, distance, Religions does not matter to me, kindly permit me to contact you through this medium,I am compelled to contact you via this medium for obvious reasons which you will understand when we discuss details of my proposition.

My father was the former Assistant Minister of Home Affairs and the Kenya road Minister Mr. Kipkalya Laboso had been on board the Cessna 210, which was headed to Kericho and crashed in a remote area called Kajong'a, in western Kenya.

The plane crashed on the Tuesday 10th, June, 2008.After the burial of my father, my step-mother has threatened to kill me because of the money my father deposited in one of the banks in Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso in my name as the next of kin before his Dead which amount is ($10.7USD) Million United State Dollars I travelled down to Burkina Faso to withdraw the money so that I can start a better life and take care of myself.

On my arrival, the Branch manager of the Bank whom I met in person told me that my father's instruction to the bank was the money will be release to me only when I am married or I should present a trustee who will help me and invest the money overseas.

Please do get back to me for more update.

Yours Sincerely,Miss. Miriam Lorna Laboso

miriamlorna0001@ig.com.br


dear kind sweet
miss miriam lorna laboso
like neil nitin mukesh
our twitter loved hero
three times your
love grow .. but sadly
to marry you a thought
i must forgo..
($10.7USD)
Million United State Dollars
is a lot of money i know
for this kind of money
people kill murder
come to blows
but i am a beggar poet
in whose wretched
garden a love for
another woman grows
shapely Asian with
sharp features
Cleopatra's nose
i am her chiseled thorn
she is my sweet rose
lovingly she calls me
FAIROZE ..
Uff yeh mohabat
yeh duriyan
sad afsos
she is
million miles
away from me
makes me
suicidal
morbid
morose
tears
as poems
on my soul
she froze
so miss
miriam
lorna
laboso
you will
have to
find another
suitor from
burkina faso
forgive me
three times
more ...
my answer
to your missive
is an apologetic
NO .. ALTHOUGH
I HOPE WITHOUT
MARRYING YOU
YOU COULD LOAN ME
SOME DOUGH.
TO GET MARRIED
TO MY BELOVED
SYSTEM CHI
AIEECHI GO

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