Tag Archives: cutting edge

Let Me Count The Names

What’s the Crack? Shall I call it Quim?

Or does it answer to Minge? 

Do I dive head first into this Muff?

Slurping like a Honey Badger loving the stuff

Cup my hand round Rosy

Make myself at home in Coochy

Gently stroke the purring Pussy

Middle finger warm in moist Fanny

Spread the net to catch the slippery Fish

Open the Oyster and prepare the dish

Bon appetit Tuna Sandwich

Nibble and feel it twitch

Squeezebox, or Snatch, the Slit of sweet pain

Speak in tongues to the Lady who lives down the Lane

Nerve Centre? Pleasure Pod? Call it Clit

Open her Purse, withdraw and deposit

Dig in, dig in, penetrate the Open Wound

Treasure buried beneath the Fleshy Mound

Slip in, slip in, enter the Pearly Gates

Pleasure, come, satisfy your palates

Roll in the Mink of her hot Beaver

Release the musk of her sated Flower

Cupcake, shall I be even more blunt?

Allow me to sing in praise of your Cunt

Some call it Heaven, others Eden

I love to plant the Lady Garden

Along the Tunnel to the back of the Cave

Men desire to be buried in this Grave …

One man not fixated with the junction of your thighs

Nor obsessed with turning on your sighs 

I want to give the truth to all the lies

I love to watch the moonlight dancing in your eyes.

( c) Satori Publishing, 2020.

Hum Dekhenge (We Shall Witness)

We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
The day which has been promised
Written on the tablet of eternity
We shall witness

When mountains of tyranny will be rend asunder
Blown away like cotton fluff
Under the aching feet of the oppressed
The earth will tremble, quake, and shudder
And over the heads of the brutal rulers
The lightning will flash, strike, and thunder
We shall witness

When from the Kaaba, on god’s sacred earth,
All idols will be removed
We the dispossessed, exiled from the holy place,
Will be seated on cushioned thrones
All crowns will be flung aloft
All seats of power will be overturned
We shall witness

The only name to remain will be Allah
He who is absent and omnipresent
He who is the creator and the beholder
The clarion call “I am the Truth” will rise
As I am, so are you
And we, creations of God, will reign

We shall witness
As I am, so are you
We shall witness
Inevitable that we too shall witness
We shall witness.

( My take on a poem by the peerless, and ever-relevant, Faiz Ahmed Faiz).

(c) Satori Publishing,2020.

Jihad Personal

Jihad personal a struggle against worldly temptations
Jihad personal a discipline to strengthen your weakness

The one lesson learned from times of yore
If you want peace — prepare for war

Jihad personal prepares you against the enemy’s attack
Jihad personal trains you to defend by fighting back

Jihad personal prevents you from attacking without reason
Jihad personal prevents you from launching an invasion

Jihad personal studies hard to root out ignorance
Jihad personal trains hard to branch out radiance

Jihad personal, in spite of the fools, is not a political tool
Jihad personal, fully understood, the best qualified school.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Birth Right

Fight the good fight till the last breath
If you ever lose the ability to create
That paralysing block will seal your fate
The worst kind of torture — a living death.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Militant

What do I want above all?

I want to work hard, make an honest living
To love and respect my mother and father
To take care of them in their old age
To look out for my brothers and sisters
To get married, and try to live happily ever after
To love and respect my wife, build a home together
To have children, love and provide for them
To watch them grow, run around, go to school
To guide them on their way in the world
To laugh and cry, go to weddings and funerals
To mix with family, relatives, and friends
To be part of the day to day soap opera
To work, pay tax, pay bills, to scrimp and save
To have a roof over my head on a rainy day
To one day be able to play with my grandchildren

The same as you.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Azad!!

What have we always wanted?
The one thing we always wanted?
Azadi!

From day one you made the wrong choice
From day one you refused to listen to our voice
Azadi!

Your army seven hundred thousand strong
Occupation, torture, rape, murder, so, so strong
Azadi!

Branded us terrorists, you sold it so well
The world bought it, we went through hell
Azadi!

We are more than willing and able
We will win at the negotiating table
Azadi!

We have paid the price with our blood
Our prayers have been answered by God
Azadi!

The countless dead, the rivers of blood
Now freedom is rushing forward like a flood
Azadi!

For the first time we control the narrative
We asked and asked, now you have to give
Azadi!

Truth, justice, freedom, the stars are aligned
The world on our side, the treaty will be signed
Azadi!

There was only one way this could end
You cannot deny us, Kashmir is OUR land
Azadi!

In order to get out of the quagmire
The enemy has to be free of Kashmir
Azadi!

Go back to your own country
I am free … I now set you free
Azadi!

Heaven on earth, Kashmir
Kashmir, Azad Kashmir
Azad!!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

Freedom!!

Born free … then forced to live in captivity
Born free … then forced to live in poverty
Kill the oppressor and be born again, born free
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

Take the precaution to know your enemy
Or you will pay with your life and liberty
Rise up and defend your home and family
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

The enemy is anyone who bogs you down in mediocrity
The enemy is anything that blocks your creativity
Break free when they try to suffocate your humanity
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

Control the narrative, that is half the victory
The winner gets to write his version of history
Fight like a lion to kill the brutal enemy
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

Bullets and torture are used to enforce their policy
They commit war crimes with impunity, without mercy
Fight to the end, with your last breath shout ‘Liberty!’
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

Changing their slogans is part of the strategy
Their marketing sells the victim as the enemy
Take over the narrative and set yourself free
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

The weak have no hope of winning equality
The meek will inherit the dirt, buried by tyranny
You must kill to take back your country
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

Rise up and annihilate your enemy
Swim in a sea of their blood to be free
It is the golden rule of history
Azadi! ….. Azadi! ….. Azadi!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.