A pleasurable moment

A pleasurable moment.
As the winds swayed the trees
longer and longer, as the roots
strained,the clouds circled
and smeared into a blinding 
rage of continuous cold rain.
From all directions
they culred and merged,
uniting and parting,
with feathery fierce
and lovable verse-
unification and ramification
of one in meloncany depression.

Water hallows life
and the raw substance
of purity, pertains
the presence within
to wonder fill the
mind-in awe,
in the superiority
of an ancient cycle,
one still so tenacious
and routine adhering,
as if it was its prayer
to expose the mindlessness
of humans and their
predicament and folly
in their creation.

At the top of the world,
at the vertex of a triangle
at the peak of a mountain,
within lies a joy
of profound silence,
lest the evil smile
of destruction ever bear
resilience.Neither place
not time matter,
as the rain incessant
ponders the earth
forever gullible ,
not solidified,even
by human imagination.
And on that ledge
open and exposed,
if one were to stand,
the belonging,
the attachment,
between earth and humans
can be felt,
where man can let the minds
flow through and listen
to the tunes of natures
way of beginning a new
chain of causing culvert
conjugation-the
beating down of the vary
and fueling the life of
the within mighty.

Yet all we see is
a blanket of destruction,
which moves in from
the high seas
and rides on winds,
bound in one horizontal
direction.The clouds
seem to be forces of mayhem,
the death God’s coveted
tool of justice.But
the only justice we forget
is poetic and that shall
preserve the truth
as much as the clouds their
swaying fruit-
as the drizzle breezes
on to the face and we
rush for cover
from the torrent that
shall follow.

For such is the nature-
for the sun might be hid
and earth might face a gloomy fit,
yet the gray darkness
is a reminder that none
is superior than the whole,
that the instrument’s
sound can be played,
only if the artist is so made
and the climate ready to hear
the beauty of the untold,
yet known,repeated in
just another way.

from a guarded place,
in between a populous race,
the rain still never fails to amaze.
Even as i face none of the worse
implications of the storm
which by some grace got made,
I can never but be at ease
that such forces exist,
which makes it worth being it.
Never can a joy be higher
than when in oneness with
something greater,yet such claims
are just sinister-for nothing
can be felt which isn’t.

The light shines the brightest

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the last cold hours!

Cold hours,frozen clocks,
the moment is all but locked.
The present gratified,
time is lost into the night.
fear and peace grip the hearts,
emotions are all lost,
as the need for thought,has been lost!
No one knows what is the need,
and morality is lacking in every deed,
scary and vehement,locked in the darkness,
hell’s days have began.
Noise like never before is made,
and meaning for words are slowly seeing the fade.
Without anything to destroy,
with weapons of destruction as toys,
people search for the light,
so that that too can be shut after the fight.
When meaning to life,dies,
life has no value,just like the rectangular sky.
In despair people lost the meaning of love,
for if not in action,where can we find love?
If not through your hands and creative
expression,how else can you express,
all that is not to be said but done?
Unless you eat,you cannot think,
and to eat,you need to think!
But oh! the promise of better logic,
the idea that equality is one where all suffer
and where one kills everyone dear!
The rusted minds,which preach ,
that work is to think is to impeach,
the very existence of human thought!
For creatures kill to survive,
the birds learn to fly,
but oh! man is dirt,
so thought is dust,
clear it oh! wise people,
and then you will see your god!
With nothing to destroy,
with too many gods,there to fight,
lusterless minds all turned into fiends-
the nobility of humanity,
was now lost,as if it too were destiny.
Squalors are filled
and lights are all offed or dimmed,
walk at the cost of your life,
and think,you are breaching the law-
the law of the one number,dice.
With everything lost,
and the hell at full blast,
the creatures tore apart,
the human flesh,of their own virtue brothers!
And then at their demise,cried foul
and were held guilty by the code less decree,
and with chains they bound the beast,
and rotted,being sucked by the affinity of leech.
And then seeing where it all began,
they knew now what happened.
But with all hope lost,
and light cut off,
once the creatures of heaven,
now drained into the over flowing drains of hell,
and the abyss,extended and fell and fell!
oh! the mother and father of all men,
how did they survive,
if not for wit or the need to sit and think,
among the green Edens,
where creatures were all in balance?
Is this the apple,
which was eaten?
That the poison from within it,
has at last began to be felt
and humanity is now in doom’s vent?
The ether is lost in suffocation,
and in the lack of air and boisterous indignation,
slowly none was left,
expect two like it when it began.
The sight they held,
was the one which caused them to feel,
that mistake a mistake had been made,
one which had literally led into the grave!
But the smoke of the morgues killed them too,
and humanity breathed its last,
it died as fast as it had come,
now nothing remains,
expect that which was there when it all began.
The moon and the sun shone on,
the vultures by nature,at last ate
and laughed and drank,at these poor
creatures,who had tried,
to become the vultures.They lacked wings,
they told themselves,so in their scavenge
they too decayed.Now at last paradise was
regained and the gods became,
theirs and the god , ale perished last,
as his wine became sour,
with the rusted blood of humans,
and then into the nothingness passed,
the eons,waiting for creation to sally.
And the nights were dark,
and the days too bright,
earth was a shattered speck,
and back in time,when there were no clocks,
back in time,when there were no hours,
back in time when there were no gods,
back in time when nothing was,
back in time when there was no verse,
way back to the beginning of the universe.

the light shines the brightest

Peace

A need for peace,set everything free.
Free,free,so free,that balance,
the balance was lost in between.
And the world broke loose,
and chaos started its rule.
Everything that ever existed was
left to think of an ancient called peace,
which no one knew,how it will be.
A few thought and tried to reach,
a few made noise and tried to beseech.
But on the whole,
nothing mattered,
for peace was lost,and will be found,
until that day,we are left with only a search.

The tales of the past,
point and lead,to one.
The views of the present,
present and represent only one.
In the future,too,
one shall be the king,while the others slaves.
Yet who is the king?
And who is the serf?
Who is the maker of destiny,
and who is the creator of peace?
In the name of peace,
as in the name of God,
blood is shed and destruction bred.
But still it evades us all,
like through the centuries it has done,
it is so close yet so far,
in turmoil it seems buried,
and in hope we dig-in hope,brusied.

Peace we all yearn for,
in silence we burst our brains,
in noise,we shut our ears,
yet nothing appears,
for the feeling,the serenity,
which we think is peace,
fails to appear.We feel a fear
getting hold of us,we feel
an unknown arm,stretch
from no where and bind us.
We say peace ,peace,
and cry in excruciating need,
yet nothing comes,
for we fail to see,
that peace is alive,
and we are dieing.
So in a bid to live,
we try and remain still.
In hope of clairty,
we try not to breath,
then breath being the sign
of life,we try bite off
the need for air,
but in the end take
a gulp of it.Yet no peace,
rises,for in us,
we fail to see,
that which holds peace.

A serenity,a calm,
the deep lull after the storm,
peace arrives in our direst need.
The wind seems beautiful
and the breath of nature,
teasing and wit full.
Lost at the discovery,
we name it peace.
yet the stillness,
taunts,at the name,
and mocked,we ad-hoc
into the impossibility of peace.

Lost and desperate,
we hurt ourselves and the world.
we name things as unwanted
and our purpose unholy.
With pain we try to set ourselves free,
and with the pain,
we destroy what we loved,
for peace we don’t know,
nor have we bothered to see.
filled with despair and without
direction or knowledge,
we set our selves ablaze,
with the match,in hope of
lighting the hidden knowledge within.
In the fire,we burn and we burn,
till being burnt is not pain but pleasure.
We then see life,
as something magic
and realize that nothing is tragic.
Poignant,though it may seem,
we laugh at our own stupidity.
For those few moments,
the ancient peace,
flies home,to haunt man.
For those few moments,
it controls life,as it once did.

In peace,we say,we want to live,
yet we never perceive that peace
is not just being still.
unless we really see peace,
we are doing but destroying our race.
Everything seeks peace,
as everything is from peace.
So is peace love?
Or is it a part of love,
like everything else is?
Love is in peace,
as love is the supreme,
for if not for love,
nothing will move.
Peace is not ,not moving,
but merging one with love.
Peace is the sensation,
when nothing matters.

To reach peace,
we need thought and action.
To achieve peace,
we need calm and meditation.
To understand peace,
we need war and destruction.
To perceive peace,
we need acceptance and rebellion.
To feel peace,
we need self and soul.
To know peace,
we need success and failure.
To become peace,
we need nothing- peace,
for peace is nothing but
you,when everything else is gone.

Peace is within and without.
To make it come out,we need to know
that life and living are a part of the salvation.
Renouncing is not achieving,
it is knowing the value of things,
which is true renouncement-
by knowing you give up the ignorance
and thus learn that destruction is a process,
aimed at self motivation.
Would death matter,
when nothing else is there to shatter?
When we know peace,
we wouldn’t need,we wouldn’t fell the need,
to clutch to life,as if it was everything.
yet life has value,as does death,
for the existence of mortal self,
is to pay heed to the ways of the pilgrimage.
Nothing happens out of tune,
and none of us are complete immune
to the fear and to the darkness,
as night is a phase without which day,
will be lost in its own days.

When the fire within is felt,
and life slowly is set into a cool melt,
then we know that the ice,
was a cover,for the true light,
which was always residing and will reside
and will be your soul-guide,
into this world to face your plight.
Since we see peace within,
we will be able to begin
our mission and lead life
to its maximum limit.
And in the name of peace,
we will no more destroy
in its name,but will begin to create
our own way,to set our world free
from the freedom and make it balance
with our own knowledge of existence.
Yet the peace needs to be fond,
and decipher we need to its value.

freedom is being bound-
freedom is having a home,
and knowing that to it we will go.
And peace is what once bound freedom,
and till date we seek it, which we misplaced.
Somewhere the tide hides it,just beyond our eyes,
within us we know,and to that we come and go,
in the name of peace,we do,
in the name of god,none shall bow,
for peace is one within the god,
and within us,we can see,if we were
to open out eyes and see.
Everything is an illusion,
but illusions are to be broken.
To break an illusion,we need to feel,
and belong to the other frame
and respect the illusion,
and watch the illusion
understand and then become a master of it.
For not living and fulfilling is destruction,
for without thought,fact is not reality.

peace exists and will always exist.
The Pinnacle need,is peace,
and that we all will forever seek.
So in the search let us be kind,
and yet us search and understand,
let us not destroy that which needs life,
let us light everything else with the wand
of life,so that peace can rule,
in its name.Peace is the heart of love,
peace is one within.Peace is peace.
And shall always be.Illusion is everything.
But the purpose of suffering is,
not only to bare,but to feel and understand.
The purpose of joy,is to know,that
we don’t need to suffer,
for in joy there is peace.
Peace.Peace.Peace.

the light shines the brightest

stormy sky and life

Behind it lies something.

Why hide?
Why hide?
why hide?

Why can’t the sky face the glorious earth?
The sky seems to cry,
at the sight-it can’t stand
its opposites life being
ripped to shreds by something called life.

Life has a purpose.
Was it to destroy all that was ever made?
Why is there any good left?
Are those tears ,which fall from the ether,
the last song of disparity of the sky?
Is the wind that blows,
the song of death,
of life?

Yet as the sky cries and humanity dies,
in me exists a sense of peace.
At last all the destruction seems
to put me at ease.

IS it the fact that i always hated it all?
Did i hate those beautiful days,
of sunshine and the clouds race?
Did i hate all of my life?
Why i thought i chose it?
Yet there is a peace within me.
It makes me feel free.
It is an silence which seems to last forever.
I fell so much better.
I feel humored.
I feel eternal.
I feel rescued.

The gods of the moon and the sun,
sleep for a while
and those of vapors,oil my heart and life.

As those dark heavens move on,
I return with an understanding,
I feel as if everything is a new beginning,

the world is at equilibrium,
the world is me.
I am the world.

OH! the light disperses them all away
and the birds return to their way.

A bacteria’s view of population explosion

So i am sitting here to write something.And as i write this so much is happening out there:-

1)the human race is expanding.

2) more people are dieing.

3) The level of pollution is increasing.

4) the food prices are rising.

5) More hate is being created through war.

6)More and more kids are being nurtured to hate each other.

7) there are the natural disasters.

8)there are the man made disasters.

9) And a lot more too.

Yet in what way can i influence them? I have a English teacher(who also happens to be my vice-principal) who keeps on going about the fact that the human population in the world is becoming larger and larger.Now i seriously wonder what can we do about?
When we talk about population explosion,illiteracy,poverty all tag along.So we are all aware it is a cyclic process,right.So what can we do? NO this is not right,i am asking the same question again and again?

So i am going to try and answer it.First of all,i think we are all,including me,too scared of ourselves.

We cannot face what we are all.so to help myself over come that,i am

going to become something else.
I choose to be a bacteria.

Now being a bacteria,my main aim in life,is to help my species become larger in number.By creating a humongous population,we can rule earth.All other creatures how ever big they are,will be controlled,because we will out number and over power them.Yet since i am a bacteria and i haven’t changed much since the beginning,what i thought was a brilliant plan has failed.I find my own brother trying to kill me.We have become so large,that we don’t have enough space and all of us who are equal fight for supremacy.A few of my brethren are weak.

So together, unconsciously or consciously we the bacteria with the power have enslaved them.So to protect themselves,they all live together.Yet they are all still weak,so to increase their security,they try to grow more hands,legs and with that more moths and with that all the problems.And unfortunately they all don’t have the sense ,that they cannot find enough food for all the mouths and a lot of them die-a few once a lot many times over.But,Within them they all have a hope ,that someone created by them,will have the power to over throw all of us.

The problem with them is that,they don’t have the capacity to do anything we require,as they don’t have the brain power.A few of them try to become physically strong ,but then the long years of suppression helps us and we employee them for our own use.They become tools.So well i should talk about bacteria like myself.What did our fore fathers do? They too added more drops to the ocean,only the reason being different.they wanted their legacy to be carried on,and now too many of us exist and our family legacy is split into so many that we have no clue about a few lost brothers.

So now there are a lot of us in the world.And we all fight among ourselves.A few of us are the polished good waters,who try to act as if everything is fine.While a few others are the bad waters,for whom nothing is fine and yet they act as if it is.And then we have the few who know both waters.They try to think of solving everything.Yet the only solution till now,which would be the easiest and fastest is to drop a little bit of some chemical in a few places. Or simple start wars.yet that would be cruel,wouldn’t it? The small fish,needs to become more daring.

And the small fish among us are trying to.They all aspire to become like us “posh”.And

we are trying to set higher and higher standards.Yet one problem remains,the more the bacteria who come out,more are sent down.so how can we solve it? So as a bacteria who is thinking,i come to the conclusion.We need to stop fighting.We all need to appreciate each other and try and help each other.We all shouldn’t feel insecure.We all should love each other.Easier said then done.

You cannot teach everyone.Other bacteria need to understand the need.They all should know that stealing and cheating aren’t the way.If they are truly powerful,then they should be able to challenge what the past has done to our wonderful species.Someone should teach them and that can be done only by people who understand.

When someone hurts you.You don’t hurt them back.For you never know why they did it.All of us are equally guilty for everything.So we should try and understand what happened.If we cannot join together and mitigate our race now and emancipate those who need to be,it might be too late.Who knows there might be no bacteria at all on earth.Then again,the humans might soon die before us,they have nuclear power.Well if that happens,it would be a good example to bacteria.Then we will know what will happen,if we try to rule the world.we should all remember,that what we create will dig our grave.Whether we are going to witter with hate or die with a smile with love,is left to us.

Just giving privileges will not help,everyone should be prepared for shouldering the responsibility of saving our race.

love and superstition

It was a superstition,
it is a superstition,
it will be a superstition,
that we humans will
be destroyed by something.
Yet that something is none,
but us,the conceit “unnatural”
race,the narcissistic imprudent
beings who have ruled
earth.It will be our own
hand,will lead to our destruction.
Our love is too great for ourselves,
that is why,we will destroy what we love.
Until we can understand our own needs,
until we realize a few crucial things,
what we love might never live on.

I love whole of humanity,
yet there are a few special.
To them i am scared to talk,
as i fear i will destroy.
Yet what can i do,but love?
for my love is just too great.
Tears cannot solve everything,
nor the gut alone.Life’s love
is something needs a few moments
to be captured,i just wish those
whom i love stick on.If someone is
left for me in the end,then my life’s
mission is done,for finding true love,
is finding a true guide.Whom you need
to trust,life your own life.

If i need some love ,i have but no one.
I need to give love,then there are many.
love needs to be spread,
through the winds,
across the waters,
and like fire,
through all of earth and ether.
On the shore of life,
I wish to unify my light,
with one single person.
Who it is i do not know,
till then life will blow,
from the sword of my destiny,
created by own will.

Experience is a tutor.

the light shines the brightest

till i destroyed what i loved- a ballad

“oh! friend”,i heard a cry,
and i turned back.
there she was my long
lost girl.i was now a “friend”.
years had gone by,
time had just flown by.
yet it seems like yesterday,
that we went hand in hand,
swam through the oceans,
with our life in each others hands.
we knew the world looked,
we knew the world wondered,
how these two were lovers.
Yet we were perfect,
in every way we could be.

till i destroyed what i loved.
All i did was a mistake,
i gambled and lost to fate.
I asked her hand in marriage,
and circumstances blew it apart.
I tore myself till i was raw,
i never forgave myself for being
wrong.I felt i had lost my life,
i left i never needed a wife,
that life was a mistake in
its own right.It took me years
to realize,that i deserved better
and that past was past.

slowly brick by brick,
i broke and saw day light,
it was the best sunshine.
I wept,i had at last seen light.
I knew now nothing was a fight,
all you needed to do was walk
straight.There i found a comfort,
i fell in love,shallow love
and at times still wept with the
sands which surfaced from the
depths.I acted like i found peace,
i made money with avarice greed.
I built a different wall,
i acted like a civilized money.
yet within me something went rot,
i no more could laugh with
the same fearless wrath.

there she was in front of me,
oh! she has come to set me free.
I knew that time will stick us again,
i will find love,though it will be strange,
i will remove the strings across my heart,
the dead being will see life,
not one but many,
for i have learnt a lesson,
and for that let everything be blessed.
i now know that time has a way,
once it does say,
never try to break;
a lesson learnt ironically in time,
yet all that ends well is fine.
I saw straight into her eye,
both she and me started to cry.
I knew she too had died,
both of us saw life.
i stretched my arm
and so did she,
both of us set each other free.
we died on the shore,
now we live there.