tree and weed

November 3, 2008 § 11 Comments

Shattered
shudder,
turmoil,
tongue-tied.
Blank and blurred,
boisterous brand
of incompetence
and evergreen hypocrisy.
No one dared,
for everyone,said where?-
where? do people who dare
to be different live?
-they don’t,i am not a misfit.

So everyone,claimed
and sang some old name,
lest the past be buried,
then what will be there to charge guilty?
So questions were never asked,
this is never man’s home
and so he was not to roam
but be bound by moribund chains-
when they fall apart,
he still will not know his part,
for gone are the strength and belief
in self,so too integrity-
in the ancient ,once flouring cities.
There in the name of few great man,
everyone was told,that only one is such
and such,for greatness is as rare as rare can be.
So dreams,where weeds,to killed,
And all that managed to live,
was burnt at the stake,
oh!for holy’s sake!
And still the weeds grew,
among the poppies and roses,
the lilies and jasmines
and again and again,those dusty
hands of manual labour
crushed them and burnt,
saying ha!now that is better!

I hope the weeds find their use,
in next life,if that exists so,
where they won’t be weeds,
but useful seeds,for if so a God
exists,he isn’t dumb to spare
so many seeds and scatter
them just to deceive.
But whatever happens to the weeds,
one thing is for sure-
that a seed from which arise the tree
and the weed and for life to succeed
we need light and water and other
forces of nature and the will
to penetrate and absorb and utilize
all that is needed and create
a better life,not just for us
but the whole wide world.
And at that,first comes the growth,
where we drink,to fulfill our throat
and then give water,to those who are sore,
for otherwise,our motives are desperate
and life useless.
Every seed is nature
and in its right it will bloom,
yet the will and integrity
are needed to become a tree.

the light shines the brightest

courage

October 27, 2008 § 18 Comments

Courage it is and courage it shall be,
and to conquer all that is to be.
The world is waiting to be roamed
and life at every step is formed
and the roots grow,
and boulders are broken through
or passed over and their existence’s
value is left to be pondered.
A maverick’s heart,it takes,
to fight the world and the fakes.
Creation is the will,
and hypocrisy its contradiction.
And that  shall come to an end,
when we have the courage,
to accept that  we are free
to do as we please,as long as
we follow the light
and question every step
and understand what is right.
A thousand dreams,the birds
have wings and beak,
we have the mind and hands,
to bake mud into bricks
and understand the illusion and tricks.
And courage,it takes,
to go against those think otherwise,
for sometimes the strength of vice
is such that,in you it lies.
And so we have the candle,
the light exists everywhere
all we need to do is,
light it upon the flame
and after that it won’t be the same
and there is no shame
and glow everything will in your name.
Courage,it takes
and courage it will be,
to know what is really free.

the light shines the brightest

A world full of life

August 6, 2008 § 14 Comments

A world full of life
and a world full of life,
oh! it is a world full of life!
Yet what is alive
and what is dead,
in this unmovable quest?
Is breath alone a sign of life?
Are movements the only blood of life?
is a sight a right of life?
Then everything has it i say,
everything from air,
to water,from sand
to the fire,
everything moves,everything is moved,
by who,by who,
but the ultimate force.
We say we move by our will,
the wind does too-by its will.
The world is a curled ball,
which spins around eternity’s eye,
one so centered yet moving.
The world is alive,
the world is alive
and yet it is dead.
for what is a point,
in a line but a termination-
everything of life’s salvation.
Yet is it salvation?
when you are closed in a box
and let to the drollery death-
one predetermined ,yet so
one of the moment-
that you live in a paradox box,
wondering if everything is of clocks?
In a bid to survive,
to the cynical universe,
you wonder your worth
and think of those days,
when you were yet a child,
immaculate and unborn,
a virgin upon life’s thorn.
The yearning to be a mess,
the yearning to be free
and roam the universe,
kills you.As the need for air,
is filled with ether,
which you see float
and rob you of the very thing
you want to seek.
Yet you are alive
and now not afraid,
with destiny upon destiny,
filled and density
added to the profoundness
and the worldly kindled
and the universal accepted ,
you break the box and that of life,
with a force that death cries
with fear of itself.
You become an eternal walker
upon the paths of forks,
you take the right and
yet move left,
and all the while you stand unmoved.
Achievement is a glory,
sojourn is a container,
life is eternal
and being universal,
you are immortal.
And the world ceases to exist
as you are the world,
you walk the vistas of your own anatomy
and you understand your own psyche
and the mind is but a tool
used to fight your own ,
for the amusement of life-
the breath,the laughter
and the smile.Eternal being
you are life and with the world
a peace breaths,there is no strife
and life! OH! life ,is a smile,
for laughter is ecstasy
and depression is pleasure.
Finally you shine,
no breath is needed,
for the light is the ultimate
and you are that,
peace be all,and aye,
nay darkness nay light,
so you willfully strangle your life,
so that light can squeeze out,
so that everything exists
and you are left to wonder
your own origin,
who are you?
what are you?
oh! universe
a bright sage whose wit is lost?
a stone who is sand?
a love which is hate?
a faith which is tarnished?
I wish i knew,
and so life moves,
and so the pressure of living
and the pleasure and ecstasy
and bid for freedom-
pain a need
and illusion a food,
my own thoughts conjure
the hell and heaven
and the non-existence.
what is the truth?
what is the lie?
everything has a face,
and that face has two.
A nine life being,
a seven seas roamer,
a five day fighter,
the sun and the moon
the satan and the God
all will perish when i die,
yet one will remain
and that is life,
the essence of the pinnacle illusion
the death which feeds the body’s origin
is the essence of the universe,
to seek the next,
for the universe is alive.

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