Just Penned!! – I scroll, scroll, scroll…!

I scroll, scroll, scroll,
Through the social media!
I often lose to overcome,
This scrolling mania!

My face finds it hard to smile,
As I smile with only smilies!
I feel it hard to face people,
Yes, I have this phobia!

Clouds pass over,
I never see the sky!
Aloud cries a baby;
It shouldn’t be let to pry!

I’m exposed to the nasty,
I scroll hastily!
I’m imprisoned in privy,
I fear to be set free!

The thoughts that pass by,
On the back-lit screen
The visuals of the victims,
And their hilarious scream,

Have made me hard and dry
I’m still with no emotion,
I scroll, scroll, scroll,
I hang with porn and lust potion!

I scroll, scroll, scroll,
All my life away!

I scroll, scroll, scroll,
All the light of my day!

I scroll, scroll, scroll,
Burning the midnight’s oil!

I scroll, scroll, scroll,
As if it’s my life’s toil!

I scroll, scroll, scroll,
I scroll, scroll, scroll,
I’ll scroll, scroll, scroll
Until I fall a discarded draft!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

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Just Penned!! – Mercy is a Howling Wolf

Mercy is mercilessly merciful
It pours; when it pours, it pours!
Mercy might seem undue;
It is dutifully, dutifully dutiful!

Mercy is mercilessly merciful;
It may seem to ebb from you,
But, it flows to someone due!
Mercy is mercilessly merciful!

Mercy drops and daubs
Every dab on the earth;
Upon the dumb and the damn!
Mercy is mercilessly merciful!

So, is this time; so merciful!
Merciful upon the merciless
So merciful upon the merciless,
The timid are thrashed by mercy!

The rapists are bailed,
Whose avengers are jailed!
Children are beheaded,
The paedophiles are regarded!

The bills are passed for the **y,
The straight ones are to bear the pay!
The world is war-hasty,
To keep peace and mercy!

Mercy is mercilessly merciful
Human rights rise against justice,
Humane is penalised!

Mercy today is a howling wolf
It gnaws at the victims,
Shoulders the convicts!

O Lord of mercy,
Pour Thy mercy upon this darkness
Let the world see, how just Thy mercy is!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Plea You Pedophiles

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Oh nasty pedophiles
Filthy F…king brutal idiots
What the hell itches in you,
To snatch life out of tender tots?!

Touch not them with lust,
For they’ll light the hell for you!
May, Curse upon curse burn you to coal,
And give you the pleasure of burning in hell!

What a lump of sh*t are you?!
Stinking within and without!!
Sink within thy privy and die,
Sucking all your blood of lust!

If you get the itch again,
Cut your “thing” and feel the pain
Touch not a tender heart again
Die in your own wrath and pain

I plea you pedophiles,
Think! You too were children once!
Even if, you were abused,
You are destined to stand for the cause!

O pedophiles,
Leave children to live their tenderness
Let them be in their own wilderness!
If ye, fail to heed to the plea
Ye go doomed into the dunning lees!

O Lord of fury, rise!
Grill red-hot, the pedophiles’ eyes
Get their bones to ashes and fry,
Bash them till their bloods go dry!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – A Blazing Song

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Flame doesn’t flicker for the fly,
It ashes that disturbs!

Flame dances in divine love,
Ashes out that blinds its sight!

Flame swirls like a Dervish;
Swirls for the Lord!

Flame chirps in silence,
A blazing song!

Flame whispers the secret,
For the lovers that long!

Flame doesn’t flicker for the fly,
It ashes that disturbs!

Flame relishes not,
The flies that fall for it!

For it has fallen,
For the light of wisdom!

Flame yearns not for the dawn to break,
It breeds the Sun within!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – List of “Not Applicalbes”

What’s your list of “Not Applicable”?
Most fill it in the place of love
Most fill it in the space for peace
Most fill it when pleaded for mercy
Most fill it when expected of grace
Most fill it when yearned for their time
Most fill it beyond the list’s line

Here’s my list of “Not Applicable”
I fill it when worries woo me
I fill it when self pity arises
I fill it when there rises my ego
I fill it when people infuriate me
I fill it when I’m tried to budge
I fill it when I’m to feel tired of myself
I fill it when others try deciding my life
I fill it when I feel like falling
I fill it when people wish to ignore me
I fill it when I’m tried to be silenced
I fill it when I’m pulled into a bout
I fill it when people want me to doubt
I fill it when people omit me
I fill it when I doubt my mettle
I fill it when my head stays high
I fill it when my heart stays low
I fill it when my soul falls for lust
I’ll fill it out whence, my body falls to dust

Not applicable, not applicable, not applicable
In any sense in my life, negatives are not applicable
In no sense in your life, should they be applicable

The spark and the fire are same in the spirit
Work to light up yourself and ash out all the darkness

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Blues are Colourful

Blues are colourful!
Blues are colourful!
With hues of love,
Blues are colourful!

Dipped in sorrow,
Bereaved and lost,
Dry in the thirst
I’m dumped in the venom!

On my knees,
I long for Thy breeze,
Greens are blue,
Blues are green!

Bleeding in blues,
I hearken Thy shoes!
Thy light I behold,
In my heart’s blues!

Thy shades add mercy,
To the blues of my soul!
My soul gleams and shines,
In blues for Thy hues!

I ain’t any shrine’s bird,
That sits on the steeples!
I ain’t any mosque’s pigeon,
That coo from the minaret!
I ain’t any temple’s sparrow,
That nestles on the high towers!

My nest is my bereaved heart,
Thy blues are my drink!
I behold Thy shades,
In my heart’s blues,
With hues of love,
Blues are colourful!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – Dictators’ Pens

When the pens of dictators pen,
Foolishness flows in tons!
Preambles will rise to dictate,
The meanest of their fantasies!

When there are pens to note the dictation,
The senses of dictators are pleased!
For their senses or all nonsenses,
Least they bother of others’ consensus!

In a world where the people are mad,
The leaders are bad, and the youth are in fad
Dictators’ pens become the wrath wand
Tuning all the herds to dance to its band

Dictators utter their mind in fear,
But are amused to see people in the rear!
Dictators are bred by the loyal,
Than by the royal!

O numskull civilians,
Arise from thy grave of greed!
Until ye feed on greed’s feces,
Ye can’t erase a drop of the dictators’ ink!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – Hunted by the Heavens!

Hunted by the heaven,
Heart throbs for the seraphines,
To take me to depths
Of the heavenly ravines!

The preachers have tempted me,
Rather than the Lucifer!
I long for the heavenly beauties,
To tie knots forever!

The scripts actually don’t lure
People to the heavens!
They only raise an alarm,
To tame the soul rest in peace!

The lust for heavens,
Is fiery than the hell!
O soul! Try, try, try,
And get out of that spell

Reach to the abyss,
Of your own sins!
When Ye are in the hell,
Why dream of the heavenly rings?!

Crying at birth,
Is for the fall!
No heaven, no hell
Just answer His call!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

Just Penned!! – A Maze of our Own Ruins

Pills are a joke to pain
At the wicked war fields
When killing is the agenda
Why medicine is on wheels?!

We are a herd of consumers
That the selling nerds need
At falling prices they buy us
With giving some extra feed

When the markets are done
They point their blaming fingers
They bring their common opinion
And bomb the tender ones

We’d bejewel their kennels
As long as we buy all the ****
As long as we buy the lies
As long as we buy them power
As long as we buy them fame

Oh, think who they are!
They are our mistakes naive
Oh, think who they are!
They sprang from the truth we gulped

Oh, think who they are!
They are our selfish shade
Oh, think who they are!
They are our darkest side

Thee hath made the wilderness,
Into a blazing hell!
This is a maze of our own ruins
That pays us in our own coins

O, regretting soul!
Repent once thy foul!
O, regretting soul!
Repent once thy foul!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – I Await the Syllable

I know no music
I know not to pull strings,
Never I’d hit the percussion
Nor the Ney I’ve blown

I await that syllable
To fall from above,
Or erupt from within;
I await that syllable

I await that syllable,
To make that note;
To dawn over the dream,
To keep me afloat!

I await that syllable
Of no pitch, no shrill!
I await that syllable
That cuffs me whole!

I await that syllable
That shrills through my spine
I await that syllable
To shatter me divine

Mashook Rahman
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