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A rime about humanity

Fire moved and the wind cooled,
hours and hours went by,
earth became barren and dry.
The last of the fight was done,
and the gestation had began.
The water perennial rose,
and life was for the those who chose.
A mist covered the world,
and hours and hours went by.
The sun turned from bright yellow,
to a shady orange and set for the last time,
on the race which existed on earth’s face.
Come that night,
one last thing was left,the last fight-
between man and his right.
At last the beast faced the divine
at last it began at twilight.
the wind blew harder and  the
flame grew brighter.
He lay across,facing the sky-
sky held the light,
even though the source had left.
In him he beheld,the tale of the universe,
in his ,at last breathed the spirits,
of which he knew,he was truly made up of.
As he meditated on the sky,
and the last of sun’s light,
truly breathed within him, life.
He no more thought he was going to die,
death was a mere illusion,
which could now be just a preposition.
Ninety nine seconds went by,
and at the hundredth the fight at last began.
The race called humans,was at last at stake.
And from far away she watched,
and prayed that life would survive.
next to him was a sword,
which would play the quintessential part.
The first blow,was the beast’s,
and it tempted to tare and drink his blood,
yet the goodness held,
and he went further into hell.
Then took the beast the past’s history
and listed the sins of him and humanity.
It showed his precedessors’ folly,
and it showed him that he was the product of depravity-
he was born to destroy
and die and so he should.
The sword,he felt and the blood went ahead,
but the spirit held,
and so the beasts sprang again
and it swore on his being,vehement-
but the coup failed,
and he still prevailed.
Desperate and struck,
the wounded beast,went on a savage.
And he cried out loud,
and loud and loud,
till the world held only his shout.
He twisted and turned in pain,
and the rules of the game,
were broken again.
The beast claimed hand,
and the sword rose,
but in between the fury,
somebody hurried,
and held the sword away,
just for their own sake.

 

Above him he saw her,
and she held his word.
She laughed and creation rang out.
There she was, he saw her,
and beyond her,rose the moon.
It was sight of divinity,
and its profundity,
pronounced tenacity and beauty.
She touched his head,
and he felt,an over whelming peace,
he felt raw and new and at ease.
The beast within struggled,
and at her sight,muffled
and huffed and puffed,
and then within a great roar,
it became all but too sore,
and left at last,leaving a soul-
pure and clean,
just and truely seen.

She took him ,to herself,
and she walked on.
The moon,laughed,
and in the mirror,
he saw his light,cooled,
calm and pure delight.
And from within him,he felt,
and within he now dwelt,
and he realized that he ,
he,that he was the only one left,
and now life was his zest.
Her courage and grace had kept life,alive
and for her sake,he lay,
now a tool of Gaia.
And she the Goddess,
in him, he felt her,
left him to recover.
And then as hours moved by,
he saw the moon set,
and night at its darkest.
Yet now glowed an angel,
which showed light,
and the stars,were in a circle,
to her eyes,they were shy.

And at last,the truth of humans,
lay stark and naked.
There had been no folly,
and the evanescence,
had been a thesis at test.
For the Truth had been thus,
within the man,in the apple he
had thus ate,at last after thousand hours,
was the truth,that he had been an expression,
a thing of sorts,which would be alive,
forever,as long as its force lived.
And the force had been her,now he knew,
and energy of creation was now renewed.
And The sun light ,skewed far off,
and the darkness bid adieu,
and the stars disappeared,
from his view.And she came towards him,
and took him to the shore,
and there it was the thing which bore
the truth.The sea was at peace,
and the sun came high,
and at the sand of the tide,
they lay and heard the sea tell,
them in a tongue which they understood,
that –

Oh!life oh! has at last has become alive,
in the illusion of sorts,
you were thus put into,
and now everything is new.
The purpose oh! purpose,
had been to see,
if humanity was worth its creed!
But!oh! but,
albeit, all that,what you felt,
in those few minutes of twilight,
was the course that life,
might have had in twelve billion twlights,
and there was nothing left,
and oh!all prospects of breathing,
for spring beings,was strained,
until,she touched and broke the curse,
whose strength would have been adverse,
to that of creation.And now!oh!now,
pick up your sword and throw into me,
blood is where it should be,within the being.
Go and build your home,
and wood shall keep you warm,
air shall cool your bond,
and fire shall burn those wan.
Earth,oh!earth,are you willing to marry,
the sky?And sky oh!Sky marry the earth,
and between you shall be life.

And so they were wed,
and the bad dream dead and buried.
And a single star shone higher,
and the new progeny of earth was
borne that night,to be born after
a few more full moon nights.
And there lay,witness to the 
heavenly wedding,the creatures,
of evening.And paws bore no mud,
as the wild was at ease.
And there she turned to them
and they saw her kindness,
and hoped that what would come,
would be like her,the goddess.
In her eyes,they saw the future,
and in her,they knew there was danger,
but her comfort,was there for them
and so they would trust and let humanity
grow,for her,they would let life go on,
as she would be there,for them,
when the lusty swords of the little devils,
would tare and mar their gibing kittens.
They knew for all that was to be known,
that somewhere within them,humanity
might be worn by those which would
bleed and steal,but they knew that
her genes they would have,
and for that,until the time comes they would bare.
 
And as the many moons passed by,
and on a night,when the moon bright
and the stars were singing and the sky
clear and showed them the heaven rein,
there came the creature who would,
be the progeny of her,the earth
and him the sky.And in it they saw a glow,
and they knew,what they should do,
and they all celebrated with joy.
The devil try,as it might,
could find no wager,
and it looked on from the deep gray.
It knew one day,it could celebrate,
that would be the day,it told itself,
when someone from the glorious race,
would look at his face and say,
oh! my i am king of Gods,
and i need to worshipped 
and enveloped in all that is alive,
anything which dares to face me,
should die.So it knew it would wait,
for its tool never had been the snake,
but would always be,human’s gluttony
and hungry pride,and forever,
the evil would reside,when ,man lost 
his moral and killed because he was afraid.
The devil resided in man’s thoughts always,
because the sky,had seen the storm
and felt it within.And the sky,was nothing
without earth,who with her held it alright.
It was her force,which kept life alive,
and it was her passion to create.
And the sun,he knew,would keep there,
as he was the guide,the one above,
whom these things would never master.
In the sun,but he knew,was she too,
though which, he didn’t know.
But in him too there was the Goddess,
otherwise he would have never been able to suppress,
the anger within.He thought of himself-
 
And he knew then,that he was from her too,
that he was her child,just like everything else.
He then knew,he was there for balance,
and that he was her love too and he
had to live just like the sky.
And she the earth,had her forces,
who would create,and she held him
as her third,to destroy and make bait,
of those whose fight was to die.
He knew there would be a battle,
for generations to come,
between his own sons and those
children of her and the sky,
and there would be a winner,
and that day he would return there,
to thank her for his existence,
until then he said to himself
and he left the place,in a joyous mood.
 
He had noticed,that someone
else had been there.the one,
whom he had fought and called
beast,whom he had thought was dead.
But the cry from the future,
made him wake up to reality,
and he kissed his baby,
and he saw her looking at him.
He wondered about life,
and thought about his past,
and from where he might have sprung.
And all he had ever known
was darkness,but he knew within
that lay something,confused he became,
but he knew,humanity,as they would be known,
would come to known,of the causes beyond,
and on the day life goes beyond,that mark,
there will be the shore,where the sea would 
talk,until that day,it shall show them his face,
and at that sight,every time there race,
would move forward,and they would come to
know of life,he would be there light.
He thanked the sun,
who showed him to himself
and he kissed her good night,
as the birds sang together,
for the last time,for many many 
myriad years to come.

 

the light shines the brightest

The light shines the brightest

An urge to fill it,
a wish to make everything fit.
Yet,the ignorace fights against being lit.
the hands of clocks keep moving,
and within the closed walls,there is a feeling.
Something which holds it all,too tight,
when you become indifferent,it is not right.
A battle,which goes on all night,
and the day break,just seems for haunting’s sake.

You wish that it will all end,
you wish it would all stop,as it began.
Let you know it is your path
and the pain be felt ,in your heart,
till the time comes,that you depart.

Quintessential,you know it is,
you know that within it,there is a bliss.
All the world has light,
but darkness is a test of your might.
And whatever maybe the battle,
you know,it is from some unknown fiddle.

God,things claim around you,
may he be kind to you,
they say.But something is not on cue,
though i know i will not lose it too.

I refuse to break the dam,
for in that water something swam.
Let them claim it is an illusion,
but for me seeking it is, salvation.
For its sake,I have a life,
and for my sake,i shall strive.
And again and and again ,i will dive,
for within it i can see ,I lie.

Let the world bring,its force,
but my walls,i will reinforce,
nothing can enter,unless by the door,
and everything,even if it is to soar,
can wait,to hurt,when i come to the fore.
Throw it and try to hurt me more,
but i am what i am,
and i wish to be known as the one who swam.

I know my path,is for the right,
and for its sake i will fight,
in the name of my light,
for the sake of me,my light.
I am the one in my eyes,who is bright,
for ,for me,there is the light.
Albeit,the shadows,albeit the night,
keep burning and shine on,you light.
It is all the light,
In the name of the light,
let the light shine the brightest,
the light shines the brightest.

Say no to terrorism

Just add evil to the end of the word ,God,

God + Evil=godevil or Go devil !

So You know,what is happening now.Everything is done,in the name of God! And the actions which it leads to are called evil.So basically we have let the devil go around,without actually knowing it.So the best thing to do would be,remove the evil from the equation.That way we will have only the “God”.Now that we know,what is happening,lets stop encouraging the Devil.Let us say no to things,which we can see are “evil”.So let us all say a strong no to Terrorism,first.We understand we had encouraged the Devil,now we want to stop it.Let us all together say no to terrorism.We should remember one thing though,it is people like you and me,who make up the terrorist too.So what we should take away is the “evil” and see the reason for their action and try to address it and not go around calling them evil.Behind everything there is a cause.Who knows ,if you and me aren’t able to find justice,won’t we too pick up the gun? We can argue all we want that,one wrong cant’t be corrected by another,but then to the person who commits it,it is not wrong,but justice! 

One thing common between whole of humanity is God.Even if you don’t believe in it,you acknowledge the idea’s presence among others.Let us use,what we have in common to remove the “evil”.The world looks black and unknown,if we close our eyes in fear.Let us open it and face what hurts us.The times of “whose god is it?” are gone.We are in an age where ,”Our God ,it is”.We need to stop hurting each other,for the sake of ourselves.What would you get if you destory more than what was done to you? For the twin tower a country? But even if the war is justified,the crimes commited after that can ever be justified.We don’t need wars and weapons,they are used against brothers and sisters,only when we are scared of them and feel threatened.You can always talk it out.No one is superior and no God is greater han the person and his belief.So together let us all say, ” We say no to terrorism.” And let us all make sure,no one is hurt.By no one i mean,the terrorist also,remember they too are people.It is very easy to say,forgive,but it is tougher to practise.Even if we don’t forgive them,at least let us stop them from destorying more of what we have created.they have had their pound of flesh and now they better stop.We should fight them not with guns,but with the thing,which threatens anyone the most,understanding.It should be a fair trade,but not in terms of life.If they want infrastructure,then we can give them,but in return,they need to add to the development,not merely abstain from killing.If they want their own land,we can give them that too.But then,a land in which people support them.It is no more about politicians,it is about us,the people.After all,who said they know better?And we are not blind,we can see what is happening.It is no more about someone,it is about You and me.So let us join together and do this for the most selfish reason ,” to live”.The war got over,a long time back,humanity lost it.So together we need to bring humanity back on track.

Unity indeed

we are all united indeed,
we hate each other mutually.
It is no more my country,
everyone is hungry,
to see the other deceased.
One mouth lesser to feed,
it is the survival of your creed.
every action and deed,
are purposefully levied,
into sowing the seed-
of hatred and communal greed.
Who cares if people are injured?
who cares if children are hurt?
The past was dense,
with death and ugliness immense.
The present is covered by this unjust menace,
but is to take it up and do the penance?
The future generations,
are the ones,who will feel-
that the nation lacks toleration.
In the name of good God and religion,
we do acts,by the devil’s commission.
How does religion matter,
when lives are being shattered?
how do caste and status ,relate,
when life is cheated by faith?
Whose peace,should they seek?
what right,for this lawless beak?
In the name of selfless interest,
in the name of the people’s interest,
comrades are being hurt,culled like pest.
When in need,where is the unity -indeed?
there in a need,and let us help with our deed.
As people of a nation,
let us remove this God damn depression.
No God will say,kill in my name.
No God,will hurt,for all are just the same.

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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

Once upon a time,there was a race called humans.

The year is unknown,for there was no one to keep time,as there was no need to know the time.Existence had some worth,for people did live in harmony and understand the sensitivity of the world around them and their role in keeping the link up and the world in sync.People didn’t know their origin.People didn’t know that they could think.People were just people and they appreciated everything around them.The people felt hungry and so they hunted and gathered and ate.The wanted warmth,so they found fire.They knew so much,that they never over did anything.They were part of nature and the coming and going of species was a part of nature,so whatever they killed,was meant to be killed.They lived in caves,because,caves were shelters and they could be safe within them.They lived life,as it was meant to be.they survived for they knew they had to.They procreated because their urge was such.They had affection like everything else around.They did what they felt was right.Law was known but not named.The sun was a light,so they worshiped.Storms were a force so they waited.

The year is known.But it doesn’t matter,for people are living again as they should.They live ,life for the sake of it.They happen to know everything and anything.They knew once upon a time,nature chose them,now they had fallen out of favor with nature and now were slowly being reduced to nothing.They accepted all this,like the first beings of their kind,Nothing mattered except everything to its real worth.Nothing mattered,for they knew what was happening.There was no folly,it was just a theory.There was no sin,for the only virtue is nature.They had the power of reason and they realized that everything was beautiful.It didn’t matter if you thought of God or if you thought of devil.Both had finished their battle with humanity.Both were exhausted,like how the resources given to them were.It was proved that nature was superior to them both.Man was again left with his skin and hair,he had been immaculate all these days and now his purity,showed,in though,word and deed.The angles sang songs,as they pleased,for they were set free from the bounds of heaven and hell.Those in hell,rejoiced heaven and those in heaven understood that what they wanted the most was in hell.They understood each other,Satan and God wary with war,shook hands and then went away,to sleep at their respective homes.Evil had done its part,to save the God and so had the God,to help devil.Love was a term loosely used,for unity in the world was so strict.Since everything was kept so clean,man knew he was as he was supposed to be.Humanity’s progeny would be there,as they were meant to be.

Once upon a time,there was a race called humans.They had a god and a devil,but one day ,there was none but one…

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God.

A force larger than life,
a force greater than man,
a force called god,
moved and moves it all.
The god,who is omnipotent,
the god who is omniscient,
yet who is unseen.
The god who rules all,
the god who is the creator,
the god who is the preserver
and the god who is the destroyer,
yet a god who doesn’t have a form.
yet a god who is neither a storm nor calm;
The god is a vision,
one of compound simplicity-
that names and forms placed ubiquitously,
among the stray straight thoughts
of humanity’s imagination,
has no humilation or importance.
The god is a evil-good,
the god is a menacing-angle,
the god is a shunned,
the god is the beast in everyone.
The source of an infinite qualm of energy,
one which if not for sanity,
is the highest sign of purity,
is the dead-alive being in everyone,
the unseen source of preordained commission,
the disturbance which is the ultimate sign of life.
The god of earthly strength is a mental idea,
the god of divine proportion is an universal reality,
which the earth has covered and caused humanity.
The god is a ray of light,
in the dark ocean of unknown proportions,
the god is the only thing which remains
after everything else is gone.
The god is a untouched bliss,
which induces life and kills death,
for the god is the absolute reality,
the conscious which we see,
when we loose the earthly reality.

A unified source,strings though life.
It is the idenity we call god,
it is the form with no form,
one of mere assumption,
yet whose existence isn’t doubted,
even if its presence cannot be calculated.
The unhourly timeless breath,
where minutes and days are mere illusions,
where taking an incarnation is a necessity
to fulfill the absolute unknown purpose,
is the condition which we bet on,
and travel through the known fogged and bright
path,the pilgrimage,which we fulfill,
upon its end at our hands of our own,
when we return home,
to the home of constant presence,
in the center of the world,
the one soul called god.

The god is the causation,
the god is the sensation,
the god is the word,
and the god is the you,
we,me but most of all the I .
the god is the untampered,
the god is the warmth,
when in cold ,which says a life
is there even as the body freezes.
The god is an feeling,
the god is the love,
which one feels when in distress,
and has decided to die.
The god is the thing which leads,
whatever the path is-
to kill or to be killed,
for both the slayer and the slain
have a reason and that reason is god.
The god of logic ,
the god of purpose,
is the god of life.
Ignorance is the container with oil,
waiting to be lit,
once lit,the light shall disperse
the air and cause the vacuum,
in which surrender is nothing,
giving up is nothing,
for there is nothing but the I.
the god is the eye.
It is through it,
that one sees the truth,
the means to an end.
The truth too is god,
for it is the predecessor of god.
The life has one reason
and that is to fulfill.
And to fulfill,
ways are different
and paths different,
from sweet surrender
to the sweetest rebellion.
the god is of means,
for without means,
for without the tool,
there is no movement.
The hand is of god,
the body is of god,
and the soul of god.
Illusion is a cover,
like an emotion,
which helps us reach the stage,
where can be ready to throw the veil
and wake up to the reality.

The god is love,
love of everything.
The affinity to hurt,
to urge to heal,
the peace to feed,
and the rage to cheat.
The god is love,
the love of hate,
and the hate of love.
The god is of unseen need,
the god is of divine attraction,
whose purpose which we know
deep within,yet cannot blow
out to the illusive reason.
The god is of the depression,
the god is in desperation,
which chokes us when we try
to squeeze it all out.
The god is of the elation
in victory,the god is the happiness
in the heart of equality,
the god is the joy,
at the sight of beauty.

The god is the knowledge,
the god is the instinct,
the god is the blood,
the god is the cell,
which is everything.
the god is the mountains,
the god is the rivers,
the god is the seas,
the god is the ocean,
the god is the awareness,
that we are aware of nothing.
the god is the knowledge,
that we know everything
and are merely not aware of it.
The god is the knowledge
that life is an end,
the knowledge that
life is the beginning
and also the knowledge that
life is the inbetween.
the god is the knowledge
that there is another,
the god is the knowledge that
there in no another,
for everything is one.

The god is timeless,
it is timeless as it is time.
The god is in time,
as it too is bound by its
own principles.
The god is the source of all,
the god is the end of all.
The god is also the action,
the god is also the reaction,
the god is also the rest.
the god is the balance,
the god is the imbalance,
for both balance and imbalance
are on a fulcrum, which is god.
the god is in numbers,
yet it is not countable.
The god is uncountable
but countable.
the god is a paradox
and is what lies after the paradox.

The god is the light.
The god is the nothingness.
The god is everything.
The god is you.
the god is me.
the god is in atheism,
the god is in belief,
the god is all,
the god is none,
as the world,
is a dispersion of one,
from whom we all are descendants
and to that we shall go back-
Life is a rainbow,
which needs water and light-
The light is the god.
the water is the illusion
and life the light-illusion.
The god has no form,
the god is an illusion,
the god is a reality,
which is created by humanity
to feed its animosity.
the god is the love,
which destroys
for destruction is the need.
Creation and preservation are nature
and man’s nature is to destroy,
so the man the god has no reason to cry
at his folly,
for his destiny is action.
What he moves,
has a reason and that is divine.
Preaching and breaking,
vice and virtue
are merely the illusions
which cause more illusions.
To rise above it all
and see your true yourself,
and lose your idenity,
and merge in the prosperity,
reach out and develop a propensity,
realize the I.
Illusion’s strength lies,
in the deceived,
so open your eyes ,
see the reality.

Yet what is reality,
but an assumed state?
what is reality
but an state of mind
that life is just fine?
What is reality?
Is it knowing?
knowing what?
What is god?But a reason?
what is god?but an illusion?
What is the truth?
Where is it?
if a divine voice can lift the mist,
if an artist can paint life,
if a poet can write,
then who can show god?
If everything is god,
then why all this?
why all this?
why all this?

God is something.
God is nothing.
God is everything.
Man’s work is to seek,
something,nothing and
that everything.
man’s work is to break inability
by thinking,feeling and seeing
through the tool,
the tool which causes the illusion.
the thought leads to action,
which leads us to the truth,
the truth is a means to an end,
and not the end itself,
the end is God
as is the beginning
and WE,you,me and I are god,
and
the goal is infinite,
the paths are infinite,
the ways are infinite,
the universe is infinite,
all paths lead to infinity.

God is the night
as the day
and darkness as the light.
The god is god
and we are a part of it.
whether you worship or fight,
the god shall be your light.

the light shines the brightest

the moon

A spot of light,far away,
reflecting the sun’s rays.
As the suns sinks
you rise and shine,
giving hope,
that our system is fine.
Once in a while you are full,
and once is a while you hide,
yet we know ,you look over us,
and the tales upon you are numerous
and the inspirations draw countless.

When will you ever rest?
when will you stop to see,
that you are bound and can be free?
Or is it that you know too well,
the consequences when you are free
and understand that life is full of slavery?
Somewhere far away,
there must be an angle for you too,
and let it take you,
let it guide you,
like it has to,forever.

maybe you are an eye,
maybe you are a God,
maybe you are the harbinger,
whatever you are,
you are a spot in the night sky,
far away,yet close by,
so through more light,
on the mysteries of life-
that is all i ask you.

the light shines the brightest.