Who cares what we eat? Just calming stomach’s heat Extra spicy , fried and sweet Be it eating or doing a cheat?
Who cares what we eat? Overweight is common sight Glucose, lipids are at heights Are we losing our health rights?
Who cares what we eat? Gain cash at stake of fit Drain cash to regain it Are we fooling our intellect?
Who cares what we eat? Pills might be diet next Gifting ills to gen next Is this we taught by our ancients?
A/N from Navnidhi Vyas: I’m a professional clinical dietician from India. I’ve started this blog to share my knowledge, passion and creation about healthy diet. Besides planning personalized diet plans for various health conditions, I’ve also invented some interesting diet games to spread nutrition awareness, check my blog to learn with fun. I also enjoy calligraphy, photography, writing and poetry.
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I let the water wash away my sex. I let my thoughts drift in and out of stories and dimensions. There’s a primitive scent about me. There’s water circling the drain like crows circle the dead. All I know is I’m going in the ground with a fight and I hope something gives, so you die fighting too. I’ve got too many lists of things to do before I go. There’s a teetering for the things below my top few priorities. The social expectations that make their way into my heart. The shit heads that have a gleam in their eye like no other. And then, there’s the guilty pleasures that do nothing for my growth. They twist and spin and fuck me raw just to tell me they’ll never love me. But I always go back for more. These seasons. This restless mouth. And searching eyes that wilt when watered by a screen. I’m nothing special. My writing could take me no where. I’m washed up. But I’m alive and living with not one ounce of shame. I’ve said my I’m-sorrys. But if to kill me is what you need, pull the trigger, I’m on my fucking knees.
Don’t you see it, How you slice me? Your words sting, And your actions kill. On my heart, You’re playing dart. Or is it archery, That you practice? Now each scar hurt, A little less every day. While it’s exploding inside, With all the dreams we’d seen. Our happily ever after, Our promises of forever, Oh, how beautiful they were! Now, I silently take all your brunt, As you prove it’s all my fault. Scars in my heart now laugh, As you keep giving me new ones. Yet I keep holding on, To the promises we made. I keep the forever part, Sadly ever after, you gift.
The internet, A wondrous thing, Mankinds ultimate achievement, Turned to all manner of both evil and benevolence, Is it an information matrix? Or is it information supervision?
Trust not those who control speech, Dark forces, Shrill tweets of birds of prey, Updates on a thousand-faced tome, Pornographic cyanide to be injected, Assembling an army of automatons,
Are social media giants corporate necromancers? Because they practice mastery over dead minds, We crane our necks to gaze at the screens, Even the most astute of us, Like zombies, But we only rot within,
Those radio towers, Icons of duplicity, The old adage declares, Knowledge is power, But is this knowledge impartial and sincere? Do you spread discourse or discord?
Fascination, embracing freedom. The galaxy is not a troll. Ancient lies, ancient ties. We maintain our highlights. Like a vulture, we go hungry of new things, reinventing styles with hammer and knives. We bring the stage in full bright. Heading in unison with a big voice.