The Chosen One

What if one among us is the chosen one?

Unwavering, when hard hit by obstacles that would've shaken,

He would walk on through the path that seems broken, unshaken.

What if one among us is the chosen one?

Unleashed, Unshackled and Unstoppable,

When he wills for the world to succeed.

What if one among us is the chosen one?

Beyond all doubts of impossibilities,

Working towards possibilities.

What if one among us is the chosen one?

The chosen one to lead,

And to sacrifice and bleed.

What if one among us is the chosen one?

Beyond all the greed, among ourselves while we breed,

He chose others, to feed, in the times of need.

What if one among us is the chosen one?

To raise from the ashes like a phoenix,

And raise other’s dying morale with positive antics.

What if one among us is the chosen one?

To cry his lungs out for the common loss,

As life chose him to toss.

What if one among us is the chosen one?

To let an opportunity pass,

For the downtrodden to get past.

What if he is God and god is great,

Will he stand here, born a human?

Witnessing the unbearable,

Observing people do the unthinkable,

And being a silent spectator while the good were wasted for light years,

As bad ransacked them to share the spoils with Satan.

Will he rise up and be the chosen one?

To become god, to pull strings to afford the poor a chance and

Correct the evil impoverished with poverty in thought,

And not leave the world in the hands of the good and bad to be fought.

I am a theist waiting for a god among humans with faith,

Waiting like a human, for one among us to be superhuman,

Waiting for the one and only one, The Chosen One.
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Smoking Kills, till you reach your end it thrills.....even when it rhymes

I thought if Smoking could kill,
Smoking you would thrill,
That would in the end kill.
As its your smoke in my lungs i fill,
In the aftermath i ended up taking a pill,
You've made me follow this drill,
Until i end up being ill,
All for a useless thrill,
Until the after effects of smokes made my existence nil.
Beyond this i can't fill,
As smoking does kill.
Your name was cigarette, i regret in the end you've become cigar"hate".
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The Leader

Inspiring to the masses,

Turning asses into horses,

With a bag full of aces,

He conquered the masses.

He turned the ignoble to charitable in his absence,

He turned lunatics to ascetics in his presence,

Turning violence into silence as a mark of respect.

He would turn a lunatic’s asylum into Christ’s Jerusalem as he walks.

As he talks everyone listens,

It is his intellect that we would choose to elect.

One from the masses, grounded as much as the ashes,

It’s our sins that he washes, as above him god watches.

He is our leader and of our sins, the reader, 

and when we are sinned, the pleader.

He is the kind we the common need, to whom the common heed,

And for protecting whom we may even choose to bleed.

He is here to mend, as we chose our character to amend.

 It’s among us he breeds, without castes and creeds,

Compassion to us he feeds, cutting off among us the weeds.

As humanity bows, to their protection he takes vows.

One who commands without any demands,

Leads without words and when worded people call it the Bible, Quran or Bhagavad Gita.

He is the Jesus to Christianity, Prophet to Muslims,

Krishna to the Hindus.

We bow to the leader, the one who owes to the creator.

Not just a preacher, but with his actions also a heart reacher.

He is the leader and a reader of Divinity's thoughts as Satan plots.

People who never wanted to be lead, followed him, 

He is the one and only Leader.

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