jathin aka jesuzz

Rookie (23-dec-1987 / india)

jathin aka jesuzz Poems

1. The Last Lullaby 10/25/2008
2. Still You Knew 10/29/2008
3. Let The Blindman Lead 10/30/2008
4. Midnight Reflections 11/11/2008
5. Part Of The Act 11/18/2008
6. God Will Be Forgotten 11/23/2008
7. A Deeper Shade Of Black 11/24/2008
8. A Pillow Of Ego 11/26/2008
9. Lets Go With A Smile 12/3/2008
10. A Poem To My Shadow 12/8/2008
11. A Girl's Questionnaire To God 12/8/2008
12. The Corporate Castaway 12/9/2008
13. Rigid Realities 12/19/2008
14. An Ode To My Women 12/30/2008
15. Puppets Dont Have A Say 1/21/2009
16. The Better Player 1/21/2009
17. My Repentance 3/25/2009
18. A Path’s Logic 3/31/2009
19. Something’s Are So Broken 4/5/2009
20. My Revolution 4/8/2009
21. Play The Fool 7/28/2008
22. Forsaken 7/28/2008
23. Gods Do Cry 7/28/2008
24. Death Of Envy 10/4/2008
25. A Wife For The Nightfall 10/4/2008
26. I, Blind 10/4/2008
27. A Smoke With Her 10/4/2008
28. Neo Judas 10/14/2008
29. I Will Rise Again 10/16/2008
30. Sermon By The Smoke 5/23/2011
31. Its Her Birthday 5/23/2011
32. Silent Cry 5/23/2011
33. Derivative Of Love 5/23/2011
34. The Day Of Moonlight 5/23/2011
35. In View Of A Loss 9/24/2011
36. Secrets Of The Night 9/24/2011
37. Onam Memories 9/24/2011
38. A Quantum Of Solace 9/24/2011
39. The Green Patch 9/24/2011
40. A Consolation For My Ego 9/24/2011
Best Poem of jathin aka jesuzz

Funeral March

march my soldiers march!
today is that day
feel like its you who died
for the best of us has left

march my soldiers march!
today is that day
when we pay for our silence
when we fail ourselves

march my soldiers march!
they strike us like dumb dogs
we are sitting ducks with a dead conscience

march my soldiers march!
we fall around like flies around fire
as we seek refuge in dark like alley rats

march my soldiers march!
with a single button finger they break our worlds
with a jihadi heart they spit blasphemous words

march...

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Forsaken

Is being alive a sin?
Is being born a sin?
The answer for all, by all, No
Then why the distinction, the mark?
Not on color nor on creed
For the answer so clear yet unspoken
The forsaken are born with death, lurking
In their blood, flowing to keep them alive

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