and try to reach,beyond our reach

December 23, 2008 § 6 Comments

Even as hours passed,
in the visage park,
life just crawled across.
A feeling old,
a feeling new,
sometimes life was threw,
sometimes life is new.
Even if a somber might
take the face,
within there is the thrills of the chase.

The soul power-
the fluttering of hours,
is just a moment,
lesser so,
in one of timeless boundaries.
A million circles intersect,
and a tangent to all,
is born in the interment,
on which ,once thoughts
feel the relived spark,
they grow the wings
and decide to fly,
lest we be buried so alive,
in the rituals,
which are too aghast-
it is only for the past.

Even as memories remain,
we need to see across the skies,
who says young or old,
determines profoundity,
or mere grey, serenity?
Yards and yards,
miles and miles,
yet a few spots of colour
is all the remains.
When is today,
a knowledge of the past?
Unless one can see so far
ahead,propelled by some rage
and made to write a new page,
in the works of the world,
because of some wordy hurt.

Neither is a moment,
written, not gullible,
the forces acting along
and across,can always be added to
or something new,
might just push or pull,
the leashes of the circles
and gravity might be seen
and matter might become obsolete.
Nor is it too gullible,
finally everything fuses
and fission is not too loose-
To release a few, might be,
but finally to integrate
and achieve the desired fate,
it churns and predetermines
even as freedom is more
in an element contained,
rather than a world of skies
and will,for in such,
essential is survival
and not living.
Yet without marked points,
a few can still float
and live,
for that is their will.

And such people are those,
to whom,their home,
is a place of solace-
their home within,
the one filled with
dreams and thoughts
and ideas.the universe
may seem dark,
yet there is enough
light,to throw clarity,
on the visage
and put things beyond age.

As the skies are blankets,
and emotions the heat within,
there is a sense of existence,
as something does breath in the shell.
Through it we feel and see,we dwell,
within it and with it move
across this myriad world,
We know and get to know
and many more are relearned
as we flow,flow and flow.

Knowledge is eternal
and truth perennial,
both not the end
but means to an end,
the end being
endless,yet bound
to something which
we cannot comprehend.
Until the day we know,
what is the beyond of the beyond
what lies beyond the eyes’
sight and beyond the feelings
feel,we need to stroke
and poke and revoke
and break and ultimately
make and live our path
among the all,
and try to reach,
beyond our reach,
not in vanity,
but for eternity.

The truth is not the end,
but means to an end.

The light shines the brightest

Trapped

September 13, 2008 § 11 Comments

From photoshopped

With no where to go,
with nothing being slow,
in a sulphourous world,caught in the flow.
faster and faster things move,
and closer and closer they come,
to you and you are left with nothing else-
except,that you had felt.
Nothing seems real,
nothing can tell,
but from did i fall,
for whom is this call?
The world seems at peace,
yet i am not in ease.
Everything seems too clouded,
the night seems too wicked.
With nothing to think about,
with nothing to talk with aloud,
a sense of insecurity-
the past world’s name,
the time i was left in shame,
the time i thought i lost the game.
Some sounds seem gone,
nothing seems right,it is all wrong,
with some old wind,everything
i every knew and felt was made into a song.
With verses,being preached,
With no clarity,only a screech,
I am left with nothing else,
i hope someone will teach.

Yet within that nothing,
I can see the shadow of something.
The closer i move,
i can see,that it was you.
I know you are the few,
i know that it was you,
that i wanted to.
It was in your name,
it was for you,it wasn’t in vain.
Someday,i knew you,
now there is no pain.
For what reason,we the two,
were left among the rest,
why did we lose the sense of the best.
Somewhere,you and me,
there is the bond and us,the three,
everywhere in this world,
beyond the night’s scream,
at the dawns peak,
i at last come to you,seek,
i do no more,
now everything is on the shore,
there in no more need to go,
for life is the waves,
and life is in the rays,
nothing matters
and no more trapped,
through the gap,
the unknown crack,
the secrets are told,
now i am bold,
the traps back away,
from now on,it is day,
there is nothing to be afraid.

Clouds,sky,trees and mountains-heaven.

August 19, 2008 § 15 Comments

Heaven.I wish i can walk on the clouds.

Mountains.I wish i can live there.

trees.wish I can have them around me.

Sky.wish I can keep staring at  it.

Me.I wonder what am I?

They.Do they think about me?

Earth.What is outside you?

Beauty.What can grace you?

Time.Where is the clock?

Moment.It was in the past.

Feel.Old but new.

Balance.Freedom is it?

Peace.No pain?

Memory.Contained?

Life?

Love?

On?

None?

One?

Words?

Still.

Quite.

Calm.

Everything.

Identity.

One.

Where Am I?

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