A Poem: Neo Delhi

Welcome to what i call the true New Delhi,
Hindus abused, Muslims used in my city,
Yet the middle few stay obtuse, and i pity,
Cuz' too many people crave for food in their bellies,
I construe both the rich and the poor in my city,
Desolate crave for food, the State, well, its riches,
While the pure seal their lids, ignoring yet itching ..

So they ..

Forget the games rich play, even the common wealth they're missing,
They've lost the game of seek, cuz' when they speak, their weak keep missing,
You see, sheep, they just feed, and they listen, 
The truth they don't seek, the truth, they keep dissing,
Ignoring the cribs, they stay lewd, confused, unwitting ..

.. That the poor seek refuge in the same paths they piss in,
Taking tips from religion as the rich did with sinning,
So they wish things be different in the next life they live in.

And the abuse of the truth on the news in compelling,
Confusing the youth into useless rebelling,
Accused of prejudice in all the spew they are spilling,
If the truth is one truth, then how their views are so different? 

Shoot your damn tellys, just do as am telling,
Put your shoes on, come, i'll show you where hell is ..

Where the views of the truth are as few as the women,
In the streets, after dark, when deals are made in big check ins,

Where the suits rule the roost, prostituting exchequers,

Where the youth stay uncouth, clueless and smitten,
Who believe what they see and ignore what is written,

Where men are known for their recklessness, and women for their necklaces,
Where men stay recluse to their womens fetiches, where sex is used as a weapon,
By both, who don't see beyond blemishes,

Where roots are forgot and heed is paid to secularists,
Where jhoot is the norm, and the truth no one embellishes,

Where the few get to hark pseudo views that they cherish, and ..

.. Where street hawkers starve making food that you relish. 

Welcome to my city.

A Poem: The Message

I bet you thought that i'd always be down,
Get lost in gross thoughts, just walking around,
I bet you thought i'd have to skip this town,
Move to another to flip my frown,
And i know you know what i'm talking about,
Keep it real now, cuz' i heard the word got out,
That i got my second, third, soon as the first shot out,
And some loud mouth shouted that i was proud about
them like that is all what my clouts about!

So ..

Listen crystal clear, as i avow,
"Hooking up" is something that i enshroud, 
Cuz it's all fun and games till the crowd comes out,
To question her character like what, why and how?
But anyway, lemme say, what i was going on about ..

After you, life was screwed, but the bolt spun out,
Or was i rescued cuz' two women screwed me, now?
I bet you're thinking "What the hell, excuse me, ouch.",
But let the truth be out, i choose to shout.

They say the truth should be naked, and this is my naked truth,
Those women didn't help, nor the ash, nor the booze,
It was my intelligence that gave me a clue,
And i laid next to her, when she gave me the news ..

She said "I want it now and i don't want to get involved then.",
Like a witness she wanted money, to stop a crime from being solved, then,
Felt like the antonym of an insolvent .. My inhibitions just dissolved then, 
She said i had impressed her intellectually,
That my songs turned her on, mentally,
So i obliged her like time, perpetually.

And as for the rest of your B.S., lemme help you please,
I never stopped writing, in fact i became the best you'll see,
Or ever meet in person cuz' that chance left with me,
Don't doubt my art for a broken heart, instead i stress you concede,
That i can write better than you can bend with knees,
And though the scars you left didn't mend or heal,
I still became the man, that i was meant to be,
A solid, righteous man with good health and seed.

Since you asked for it, ma'am, i've given you hell to see,
But it didn't take effort, for me, this is a mental breeze,
I could've bitten you worse had i cursed dentally,
But no need to dig my inventory,
I'll just let you be, if you just let me be.

I hope she gets the message then, hope it's well-settled in,
Don't care if someones' getting hit, in the heart,
Like cheese fetishes, but does she get it, yet?
Won't sweat it, but, i ain't letting up,
I bet my folks get it, but i ain't betting her.

Cuz' even though some lines are inedible, 
Flawed like the science of an oedipal,
It flows like the Rhine to the Netherlands, and,
The rhymes are impeccable and on point like a decimal,
So smile, like the times with ya' better friends ..

Cuz your minds' hyped up, you can't decipher such clever things.

A Poem: Sentimentally Retarded!

I promised I'd marry her, never force or divorce her,
I promised so many things, i forgot what i told her,
Maybe I hadn't outgrown her, Maybe I should've shown her,
That I'm mentally older, and i can be much bolder,
A lot less colder, that I'd always lend her my shoulder,
Instead I sit here deleting all her files from my folders.

Can anyone mould her ... thoughts?
Remind her of the dreams that we sought?
Make her forget the fights that we fought?
My room feels like a cellar, I never skip her a thought,
God can you tell her that I miss her a lot?

Can you tell her that every night i cry her a fucking river,
My throat goes lumpy and I start to shiver,
I'm beginning to grow grumpy, and a lot more bitter,
It's so fucking hard just to not be with her,
Maybe if i was fitter, she wouldn't leave me,
Maybe if i was slicker, she wouldn't deceive me,
And no doc can relieve me from this pain, believe me,
I've walked in the rain, felt this pain not release me,
Nothing else can appease me or even please me,
God either seize these thoughts or decease me!

I need something, to stop my heart to race, yeah,
For now I smoke cigarettes, just a tool to face ya,
I'd do a lot more if it'd help me erase ya,
I never realised what a break up takes, yeah,
I'd never say real lies, if I knew the stakes were...
To break our fucking ties, cuz' this truly breaks ya!

I still remember the letter that i sent her with my name on it,
And i remember i meant every single letter that i say on it...
I wrote that I'd learn my mistakes, and then refrain from em',
Replace with my patience, temptations, and abstain from em',
The words I wrote could've been faked, but I chose to remain honest,
This treacherous path we could've escaped, but we chose to remain on it.

I wish I could go back to take all of her advices,
And trade with my virtues, all of my vices,
I wish i could go back and impede this crisis,
I bewail, each and every line this rhyme says,
I feel I've failed, cuz' I learnt with her what life is,
So when your time gets rid of all its tight bids,
Here's the advice I give to nice kids ...

Just four lines that anyone devastated, should for eternity seek,
And no one puts it out there better than Immortal Technique,

"Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you,
The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you,
Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond,
Cuz' you never really know what you got till it's gone."

- 'You Never Know' - Immortal Technique featuring Jean Grae [Revolutionary Vol. 2]

- Prakhar, March [2011].

Oh yeah, just by the way .. Please check out Immortal Technique's songs .. And support all underground artists all over the world, and spread the word for them at your parties, get-togethers or whatevers, that includes our Local bands who're tryna' make it in India.

Each and every one of the sell-outs, I thank you, for existing and being such petty morons, because without your garbage, i wouldn't have been able to tell the difference.

Haven't you all just have had about enough of the mainstream? I mean seriously, Weezy? Gaga? Drake? Why? How?