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Right Or Wrong

I am right You are wrong I am out of sight You always got the right song I am up for the fight While you sit tight Yes you are right Cause none of them know  What's going on I am not saying I am right What's right or wrong When death happens When eye dampens When truth sinks onto you When lies surfaces up When try gives up I am wrong Why so? I told you so That's why I know how so That's why Sometimes eyes are looking But blind Because they want to find What's in their mind Am I right? I am evil My mouth is venomous  So I was told I am cold not courteous  I bite  When I hiss Then don't piss  Where you are cordially invited That's getting dark Yes that's my spark I don't cry And then laugh amidst crowd Feeling proud Of a rotten kid Who couldn't smell a dying truth Beneath a nascent vermouth  I don't cry  I don't sob I don't show the mob That I am missing a door knob I have no fear at all I have lost a battle That I didn't get to win...

Religion

Jumping on toes..
As I ring the bells..
Stood at the door..
With folded hands..
Eyes on my deity.
For in the temples.
She dwells..
Smelling the fresh..
Flowers..
With a tinge of firewood..
Vermilion mesh..
On my forehead..
Colored red.
Carvings in stone..
Said artistic stories alone..
Where souls..
Found peace.
When moments cease..
We steal puddings..
Getting into..
Gruesome fight.
Yet the essence of delight..
In the end..
It wasn’t worth ones plight.
A smiling beggar..
Hugging her baby tight.
The floor seems frivolous..
With devotees hurdled in tonight.
Seeking hideouts..
We utter play outs..
Hymns chanted..
Getting louder shout spouts.
Running into every corner..
To explore..
There’s worship behind every door.
The crowd multiplies..
Pride denies..
With subtle cries.
Kneeling down..
Touching the floor with their head.
Many hearts bled..
As they remember the days of dread.
Under every hood..
As we close our eyes..
The religion which binds us all..
Is Childhood.

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