A thought

December 9, 2008 § 6 Comments

A translucent light,
filters through without any fight.
As the world outside,
moves into night,
the world within sees dawn away.
Being bound is a state,
but not the ultimate fate.
The power to change,
to look past any blame,
straight into the problems eyes,
is what can give you the right,
to hold on steadfast to your
virtues and still move
across the stage,
not as a transparent ghost,
but the one who creates the toast.

A dream a day,
within,still keeps the
sunshine of may-
the bright and golden ray.
The orange of spring,
is never far away,
as like the early
sunset is the only way
to know,that it is a sleepy
throne,now we are aboard.

Yet seasons are fickle,
and man too,so.
So in a fickle world
of fickle ways,
all the hope that lasts,
is to be happy and not sore.
Albeit the hours under
the illusive darkness,
where for company
there is no one but the
self-the moment of truth
where in we all really know
we are good and that evil
resides and spreads
only when we eat its food.

When all is so mixed
and so stuck in unison,
which is the shadow,
when the light is away.
And so,something tries
to consume,
and eaten by it,
we fret and fume,
at the gloom
and still try to be breath
fresh air,when in fact,
we are covered by a cloud
of dusty mist.

Yet from within,
the belief will lead
you away,from the haze
and mystic rays.
The sun shall shine again
and in its warmth shall grow,
that which shall provide
shade for your shadow.

the light shines the brightest

Poetic justice

December 3, 2008 § 3 Comments

A myriad being,
Life’s zest of seeing.
Spread across a venerated sky,
the mask which hides those which pass by.

Hour after hour,
as days flow by,
the river of life,
decides to still strive.
Though those alive,
sometimes abide
by a negation,
nothing can match life’s passion.
And so as many lives come
and many a fewer go,
a piquant balance,
shall keep this abode.

Under the blue sky,
under the dark night stars,
we are born to be knights
of secretive missions,
so secretive that only
our sleep tells those tales,
in between who are embedded
ways ,where we progress as a race.

In a mirage of soliloquy,
in a battle of intuition and arbitrary
tidbits,the capricious senses try
to hail,all that will lead us to fail.
Yet some unknown instinct
keeps us alive,for we are born to thrive.

The layers of illusions that time
decides to sketch,are but for the mind
to think and break.
So for your sake,stop being
struck by foolish penury,
for you are no sinner who
shall witter and wan
under the gray,before dawn!

As humans,our survival,
is made up of fulfilling want,
yet when something goes wrong,
in our minds ,we blow against the throng.

yet whose fault is such,
the one who is affected
or the one whose starts the chain?
Gods and castes and religions and colour
no more matter-
for the game is beyond all that,
it is a question of who can make the other shut.

Justice ,justice,we all can shout,
but our efforts are like those of a lout.
The only justice that remains,
is poetic,everything else,
even if rhythmic is
plain blasphemy ,like the faceless,
for in pain we cry,hopeless.

yet those who seek the fire
of life,know what to burn
and what to light.But the true
light will never arise,
from the hands of those,
who try to prove with might.

The poetic shall stand above all,
for the rime of the universe,
is within us all.
for no where is any action at fault,
the devil is an angle too,
the demons say their prayers too.
And in such a balance we move
in circles,yet displaced in many axes
we move, the dimensions unknown
to me and you.And in such a maze,
to life and survive,
what we need to do is abide-
the voice within which guides,
which shows sense as well
as the vice and lets you know
that what you did is right.

And so for fire ,fire
for what are we but
influenced by the tree?
And yet it is for those,
who see the other,
that living is easier.
Though the struggle faced
by those is tougher,
the integrity is such
that there are no riders.

Within, the strength shall put a head,
which knows when rage is best.
For influence is not just contact,
but energy given through fact.

And so for the poetic we will fight
and we do know we are right.
Drop your weapons and live
no more on what we created
and spread against your mindless
fight.for technology is creation
and physiology is evolution.

So we do know from within the society
you all arose.But now stop the chain
and try to understand the pain
of the man,whose head was hurt by an apple
or that sleepless night spent on the universe’s riddle.

Pain is essential,
it is the sine-qua-non of life.
For without it,
illusions shall just reproduce five.
So not strike in pain,
put a knot,
and understand the effects within
and then you will not go wrong.

Under the sky we all live,
so while we stare at the stars,
let us think of those ancient
and medieval wars,
which left earth crass with blood
of those who could have done better.

But if your duty call is such,
then we have no other choice,
for ours is such.If friction be so,
then let this go on and on,
till one of us finally realizes we are wrong.

the light shines the brightest

A pleasurable moment

November 26, 2008 § 3 Comments

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

I live on forever.

November 17, 2008 § 9 Comments

Note:-The first stanza is inspired by the poem “the brook“.

And people may come 
and people may go,
but in my eyes,
i live on forever.

For the world is nothing
but what i perceive
and a coloured chart
which has my blood
and my thoughts
as the hues which
lend it,its meaning.
Nothing is bigger than what i see
and nothing is smaller than what i see,
all are as free as i see them free.
Everything to me revolves around me
and imagination is a world where in
everything has its own capable need.
from nowhere descends thoughts,
except by instinct
and in it i will dwell till i go extinct.
Words are mere forms of expression
thinking the base to factual actualization.
Yet behind art lives a thought
which captivates and helps cultivate
a sense of belonging to fulfill
the aesthetic longing.
In a world of azure skies
and pretty ornaments
who skid along the vast screen-
as if my thoughts from somewhere
wanted to know the way to heaven’s street,
walk across me-the belief that though
tangential might be the senses hold,
it is what helps us tell and be told.
At that point we see and try to be
and belong to this nether land
under the sky which holds the universe
and so the horizon dream.

History in yards and yards of cloth
and palm and paper and what not,
yet nothing can be learned
unless within them they have a yearn.
Tomorrow’s life is today’s dream
and yet today we see ourselves
the harbinger of our doom tomorrow.
Every step we take
and every action we commit and help make,
we induce and refuse the forces
within which act as the futures prefaces.
In grandeur and beauty we might fall,
yet their magic lasts as long as we a part.
And when the haze disperses,
we find in our mind’s purses
that we have been spell bound
by something that was built with a pound
of flesh and ounce of blood
and beyond that the thoughts on which
the lusty past fed.
Yet in pitiable reverence we seek to praise
those who moved the stones
and covered a scar with a tattoo
instead of the thinker who
decided that it shall be made beautiful.

Want is creed essential
as belonging is vesper real.
for if not a faith be there
and if not a God to, we plead,
the only want which shall live
is that to live alone
and not the wish of some
glittering crown
nor the heart of rustic brown.
And to live we shall think
for survival is the base
and life the face,
and that face shall be clean
and serene just like
it should be-not with a hung
heart and a formless love,
but one which goes higher than the clouds.

Misery is not what your friend has
and you don’t,but what you have
and that your friend doesn’t.
Yet for the one who truly owes
there is no misery
as he is enough profound
to know what is the right sound
and in what he is bound.
Happiness is a spark
of madness ,where in the touch,
if sustained leads to joy-
wet paint
that can either portray a beggar,a saint
or a maid or a triad or natures marvelous
mysteries and life’s magnanimity.

And in joy lies my eye
past misery and history
beyond the forest of trees
and gardens of vegetables and weeds,
where all that i see,
is a sensation which transforms
into me and my hands speak for me.
For never can the eye or hand lie,
the one who is controlled self
is all but his given his soul for theft.
Freedom is not buying wings
nor is it living in poverty
but seeking the pinnacle
which within you,you see.
And for humans and life, life
will flow on and things
might never end from here on
and since my life is all
but worth a vociferous bubble’s
being,it is delight to be alive
albeit the grey illusions
that make neither day nor night.
There is only one fight
that is surely not for might is right.
Forever from the edge of a ocean
within me i travel with devotion-
to me and my proposition.

And people may come
and people may go
but in my eyes
i live on forever.

the light shines the brightest

Forever,the divine eternal shall glow.

October 30, 2008 § 11 Comments

Forever,the divine eternal shall glow.

Yet for a few moments,something takes over,
and things look like,as if there is no better,
and everything ends and shall witter.
And for those moments,
you are caught,uninspired,almost lifeless,
lest that life be frivolous.
But it is an illusion,like any other,
and the bloodless pallor,
is soon replaced by the brightest
which will take you and your life,
to new,oh!new heights.

The night,is a gap,
but there is no lapse,
in the presence of light.
And it is your battle you wage,
and for guidance
you have nothing else but cognition,
your tool which will lead to salvation.
The good is spread and strewn
and mixed and set to a tune
it serves those who seek
and always separates the mighty from meek.
timeless,like the ocean,
whose life is beyond estimation,
it flows and sings to those,
who desire the elevation.
The mystic hours are deviations
which finally will make you yearn
for the place where it all began,
the place called home,
where you return after the roam.
There within,it you will find,
though unused,it is warm,
and the old serenity,the calm
returns and the world turns
and runs,for its opinions
are thoughtless and God bless,
it can’t face the boisterous
who boils at the sight of hypocrisy
whose discipline is such that
sometimes,it looks like lunacy.
And yet,in the madness,
the notes fall into place,
and the song sings on its own
and you ascend to the throne
of your own make
and will live for your own sake.
Up above the world so high
there it lies,
the one which closes into this dry
and beaten land,which you wish to fly
and get the better of and aye
that is what your desire hopes
and emotions are the boards
on which you build the craft
which shall protect you from the harsh-
everything caprice and baseless
arbitrary and the ruthless muscular fury.
Your intuition shall show reason
and for satisfaction
you shall go on the mission.

The birds fly,
the stars rise,
the earth lies
and at that sight,at the zenith
there is no vice
for the wise is the one,
who knows what lies beneath
and what awaits above,
though not in facts
but in abstractions where it lacks.
The divine shall shine
and the eternal is mine
for within i can feel
and without it i am meek.
What maybe its name,
and even if it will end in bane,
I am ready to face,
everything,to where i raise
for the belief is greater
and in craziness lies my sanity.
Let the world cry,
let it proclaim,i am vain,
but to me it is all the same,
all that i have to gain,
i shall and those loses
are repressed in the depressed-
those hours under the grey
clouds of hellish profile,
where the world got its say
but it will never have its way,
against the storm,who blows
with knowledge and belief
that blowing will give it relief
and that ,it is its life’s work
are to break and tare
for in its destruction
shall the tree be trimmed
so that a new branch can begin.
The balance it shall give
to the world on the whole,
for destruction it is not,
it is doing its part.
And those who claim to be storms
can fake the appearance but never
the trust and tenacity
for such is the truth’s intensity.
The twig writes destiny by being a twig
and the meek fail to fill the pen
and expect to be forgiven
for the destruction of beauty
whose eternal magnanimity
is so blessed that,it shall live
forever,for it has no enemy
for everything has a desire to be free.

The world shall be at peace,
Within me at least.
What is see is what i perceive,
and what i feel is what i perceive.
And what i perceive i shall act on
and on that act,my name shall go on.
For white is white,
if i see so and the black,black
if i see so.And yet,behind all that lies
a thought greater than the sight,
the unknown,yet alive
which flows and rains
forever,without any exchange
for its value can never be waged
and it is saved by the rage,
the frenzy of the one who sees
it and wishes to belong
and at that,it will never go wrong.

Forever,the divine eternal shall glow.
To me people come and go,
and the world throws
and tries to fill me with remorse.
Yet the joy within i need
and that i seek,
and to think i exist
and my existence is my pride
and it shall last until i die.
The gloom will pass
and that which will last
is life and that will strive.

The light shines the brightest

Rain peace

October 23, 2008 § 9 Comments

At the top stood peace,
between vapours and trees.
The watery spirits moved about
and were ready for a fresh bout.
And those of man’s creation,
waited to see nature’s manifestation.
The winds blew back to the equator
and with it brought clouds filled with vapour.
The North-East monsoon was at play,
and nothing can keep them at bay.
A grandeur ,a synthesis of forces,
balanced and in perfect poses,
came down to earth,
back towards the hearth,
back to the eternal solution,
the mighty ocean.

Yet above remains a sense of peace,
one which nothing can teach,
for abstract it is,
just like the vapours.Yet it takes
a form,like the clouds,
free and flowing,
with the winds of creation’s being.
The harsh tunes of man’s action,
of wasteful chatter and bicker,
can only be minor disturbance,
that can never take away the tune
of  the ever green crashing
of droplets upon the ground
and solid homes and the swaying of
trees,whose inertial test it is.
The sun a lonely stranger-
behind masses he stands,
by lazies faire,he is now free,
from verbal vows against his
incessant heat.Yet it is by his decree,
that that the winds do blow
and by his will that trees grow.
And by all the wills of nature sundry,
man steps foot,on the planet,
where once ferocious creatures roamed.
And there in the midst of such,
a few nitwits in gray thoughts move,
And trying to docile everything that is true-
by nothing but their targets mind,
which produced everything so refined.

And yet the system of water is such,
that whatever maybe the ruthless
notion of stray physical might of man,
it shall flow on,for the ocean,
is shore less,what we see being
a part of the mighty universe.
And such and such a virtue,
it has,that,the tune shall flow
from every pore and it shall pour,
forever,on the shores where sediments
of countless waves crash,
since the beginning of time.
And the soul of the drops
shall give life to the seed,
like a fire,giving life to a twig.
And from that life,
many more shall spark,
which oh!will lead to more sounds
and enrich the symphony,
where every note,shall cause,
the other and every sound
shall complete the other.
And then life shall out wit
those scared creatures
and in such a world shall
there be more rains,
which will fill the purse
of life,with the fusion
of sounds,from which shall
emerge more lovelier a song,
that at last we know,there we belong.

And at there is the peace,
which no one can preach
nor can anyone breach.
And the artists shall paint
the perfect picture,where
the tree sways and the water
moves,as true as life can be.
The soul dance,shall be expressed
and no more will life be repressed
for such is the joy of music
and such is the power of rain
that descends from the heaven
which is in truth-nature driven.

And so,and so,the chords are struck
and quirk of each and each drop show.
And in the order of divine connotation,
there we see the nature’s manifestation.
And as the clouds go by,
and in months time they shall come again,
filled with treasures of oceans
far and lands unknown and unseen.
And back and forth the bow shall
move and the fingers shall grip,
those which need to be fulfilled.
And want is such that,the heat
it endures shall always be rewarded
and depression shall end in elevation
welcoming the rich clouds of gifts.
And with them our endured wisdom
shall guide us,where our prayer
of thoughts shall materialize
and grow into trees on which
shall grow not just fruits but
jewels to placed on our crown.

Forever it shall rain,
forever the song shall rein.
Forever water shall remove the stain
and forever the sun shall rise
and we shall forget vice.
Forever the bow will move,
and music it is through and through.
At the top shall stand peace,
waiting for you to breach
the bubble and see the eternal.

the light shines the brightest

For us

October 19, 2008 § 12 Comments

The world is for us,
the sky is blue for us,
the winds blow for us,
the sun rises for us.
The coulds move for us,
The world grows for us,
and everything!Everything!
Everything here,is for us!
No might can ever move,
the mountains of life
but they oh! sway
to the winds of universe!
Yet everything is for us,
beneath our feet lies,
the soil which took,
millions of years,
and above is the sky,
which toils to protect
us from harm!And the world
is for us,as none can
own ,except the one who owns
and we are the owners of earth,
as much as we own the universe.
We might be a race
but each and everyone of us,
embraces earth,through their
eyes,through their thought,
just as it is,how they perceive
the notes of wind,
just as they perceive the colours
of rainbow,just as they perceive,
the soil through their feet,
just as they smell,the flowers
and feel the hot and the cold.
And life is pinnacle of nature
and oh!we,oh!belong,
and nothing,on!nothing is wrong.
Forever,this life might go on,
and forever we might never live on,
but our thoughts,fly the wind
and we are harbinger of the future.

And let the world be of creation,
let our path be of innovation.
What is above,is there to be outrun
and what is below is waiting
to be strengthened and then bear
the origin of new beginnings.
The clouds move across,
the tapestry of blue,
and many a storms they bear,
and yet all we shall fare through!
Nothing can bend our determination,
Nothing can hurt our need for elevation.
And forever,we will fight the vertigo,
for we will rise above the indigo,
in the rainbow-beyond all the
illusions that may stick around,
for every problem is preceded
by a solution.And our path,
the light,lights and that path
is our right and for that we have life.

And so we shall walk,
and so we shall let go and be free,
as creation is we and we
shall continue to weave.
Somewhere everything does meet,
and fate can never cheat,
those who dare to write it,
and that fate,we shall write with inks
so strong that the sea,
shall hold,as it has,
the past’s mystery.
And so we are unperturbed by everything
and destiny rises on the shore
where we meet,the world-
where we are to create.
Our thoughts,make the world
and the senses feel the world.
The rainbow will last,
till water and light.
We shall last,
till thoughts and creation.

the light shines the brightest

A rime about humanity

October 3, 2008 § 9 Comments

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

for yourself

October 1, 2008 § 12 Comments

A sound,a feeling,
this is the worth of a being.
Facing life,which keeps coming,
keeping time,which keeps flying.
Hours and seconds go by,
between day and night,
life scrolls along.
logical and some arbitrary ,
pleasure and misery,
growth and depravity.
Some just feel without,
some just feel within.
But what remains is haunting.
From dawn to dusk,
at the noon sun’s rust,
heat and thoughts burn the skin-
you are left to wonder,
and the answers come and you shudder,
explicate pain,rawness,surrender,
you shove everything,finally joy.
A few moments of beauty,
then the clock strikes again,
and you know your effort wasn’t in vain,
and that your pain,
will lead to an ultimate gain,
for you,for I.
When assured you are of only death,
that life is just about making the right bet,
and your human side is for hate,
of all you wish is to break fate.
Vintage feelings resurface,
and in some mystery you laugh away,
and then life catch’s you,
and you are left to defend,
but to defend is cowardice,
and for the sake of magnanimity,
you let go and loose,
and again force yourself to choose.
But someday you will fight,
not for defending,but for your right.
 

The moon shone one day,
and the sun set at the set hour,
and at that moment you know,
you know that you can tare apart
and so to be free,within you see,
and a few walls you break and a few
fences you erect,so that the thorns
tare those who dare to hurt you,
and you know that you are safe.
Yet safety you begin to hate
and with some baseless cause
vanity overcome and naive,
you break everything and lie,
almost lost,almost devoid,
of life and its hell.
But something helps you wake up,
something will shake you up,
something will distrupt
and tie your wings to the ground,
the test of depression and being bound,
almost shall kill you,
but for every knot that the world threw
around you,the pain kills the flesh,
but keeps you,with a desire to live.
And so you will heal the flesh
and fight to rise up fresh.
Lest the world wins.
It is about you,
nothing else but you.
The world is through,
unless you do it for yourself.

The light shines the brightest

The light shines the brightest

September 18, 2008 § 9 Comments

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.

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