And so life will kiss

December 20, 2008 § 12 Comments

Yet a curse to be borne,
and even as we parade
through attachments,
we feel the sense of
magic and divine incarnations.
Not a God,it is,but
a sense of belonging
to something bigger,
as wide as the universe
more profound than the curse.
Yet a boon in bane,
there is no need to refrain.
With a panache,
we can move on,
yet so is the earthly mood,
that the universe is not
great enough,for our dreams
to be filled with those illiterate
verses,which are sung,
by a betwixt soul,
in transmission between
a mortal heaven and a mortal hell.

For paradise,we have been thought
and so as to that,we bore a mark,
that sin was to break apart,
by the name of some good God.
Yet no salvation was kindled,
nor a state of rest born,
for a sudden silence was worn
by all,as if it was to mourn
one alive,even as the person,
gasped aloud,in pain.
For that is the cause of attachment
albeit the need you feel,
to return a good thought
to the creatures which stung.

A man cannot not talk to an insect
of immortal(in his eyes) heavens,
but can induce it to move in an
order,only utterly mortal,
that it just seems immoral.
And so too cannot this sense
be thought,to those who
decide not to evolve,even
if by an unconscious moratorium.
And so ignorance stings,
if not the ignorant,
but those who know
the light.For shadow
needs light,to hide,
and ignorance needs knowledge
to say that it has a right.

The night sky,shines with so
many a star,whose energy
is past anything close by.
Yet to us,they seem but a dot,
on a canvas,one to be painted over,
by ignorance,so that in bliss,
we can say that as a majority
we have eliminated the probability
of a greater state
and that this is our fate.
With such a obscure and misfit
proposition,even as our hands
pray to itself to build a better
one,we within,discriminate
the better for the worse,
lest,we feel greater than
what we are.

Yet when the within flickers
and a ubiquitous leap we make,
into the light,the world
throws its darkness onto,
so that it can sleep a bit more.
This is like a winter-stops
growth and delays the next.
But what of the one who
was striped? Bare and
let to face the cold,
life within seems to draw to a close.
And for one who has decided to live,
the world chooses death,
majority are never wrong
and at the mercy of the merciless
throng,almost buried alive,
the light within then grows
alive and makes the universe see
and so the sunshine seeks
to kill the earthy darkness
and let the soul of the ignorance
see that it is belittle
and that greatness is of one,
who punishes not that which can’t see,
though it means taking a worse.

That is the kind which is alive.
The one who will choose death
instead of the ignorant be hurt
so fondly-lest he be woken
from his awakened sleep
earlier than he deemed be.
And so life will kiss
and wish to be blessed
by the divine,who not
one the speck,but the world,
for they belong to themselves
and no other.

the light shines the brightest

Self belief

December 15, 2008 § 11 Comments

A wish,a wish,
just say I will.

Even as the clouds gather
and the sky turns darker,
a sense of belonging,
a pride in living,
creates a prayer.

As a flower blooms on a Monday,
in December,it will never see May,
yet all it has is to hope,
for it is possible for it’s will to elope
the chains,the times’ ropes.

In the song of the world,
every note,is in order,
and the larger picture,
has a balance,
on so gallant and dynamic,
that it ushers everything
from the beyond to the twig,
to its place,in an illusion
of catacombs and many a maze.

And when a note is struck
or when something goes muck,
the song does not die,
but resides down a while-it lies
at the level of each,
as per the need and reach.

At a pace,each of its own it seems,
yet whose hand can paint the tree
or heat the sun,one violent and
the other so piquant a green?

But within each of us,is a note,
in the song of the world,
it is the same spirit,
which makes us the same
as different from others.
And by the strength of being a note,
which together we all wrote
and will write,there is a need
to move,to keep upright
and walk past,those,
who spend their life,
in demeaning the value of the light.

Forgives is not the coveted fruit,
as it is not right to be mute.
Yet squeezed not be too,
as the inner will is greater
than that urge to kill-
except in an bit to protect
the truth from the mystic.

In the tales ever so fond told,
there is always a hero and a lady-
between the mundane there is truth,
which is too stuck,that it seems to escape,
those who either forgave or gape.

As the night takes over the skies,
we known this is a passing.
And even if the world be dark,
there is light in the park,
the azure is always lit,
for even if we were to turn around
a while,the true belief will always
be there alive.

In a question of survival and to live,
it is not possible to keep things still.
And so as the world moves,
in circles,we too run around
the bushes and make and create
and destroy walls ,
which satisfy our inner call.

yet all that matters is you
and life is truly lived by the few,
who know,though the earth
seems a trap,that they may
be bound a while,
if they sing as they should
into the night,
the world will revive,
their highs and thus
they can fly high
and far away from the sonorous
melee of earth and the myopic kind.

So be ready to be lit,
and see your self,where you fit.
The true strength of life-the grit
to walk the last mile,
the trust in your self,
that you are right,
comes from the voice,
so sing aloud,
you are not one in the crowd.

To everyone,each is special
and things seem all too well,
until,illusions take over
and turn the voices into
something which shoves,
and make them the harbinger
of a brutish drawl.Yet that too
is nature and once we see it,
we can make it better-
by searching the right tune,
by making us immune,
to the ways of the infidel,
who has no belief,
not in God or other such,
but in himself.

Truth is not the end,
but means to an end.
Illusion hurt-
the world may seem curt,
yet what matters,
is yourself
and what you do and
where you dwell.
So forget,not forgive,
those folly handed
fools,who claim
that something else rules.
The world is of lazies faire,
and forces might dare,
but as long as you care,
don’t let them mar
your life,you kind,
which is the way of divine.

the light shines the brightest

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

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.

day dreaming

August 31, 2008 § 8 Comments

Sky.

freedom.

belonging.

clouds.

beyond.

Stars.

fly.

see.

feel.

touch.

burst.

mesmerizing.

happiness.

joy.

timeless.

beauty.

satisfaction.

contentment.

dream.

reality.

thinking.

pondering.

endeavor.

bigger.

better.

towards.

light.

sparks.

memory.

night.

reminder.

reach.

wish…

colour,colour,which colour do you choose?

August 22, 2008 § 18 Comments

The sky is dark,for there is no light.If there is light,then the sky will be coloured.A simple thing which happens everyday.So i want to you all to choose a colour and give a reason why you chose it.All the colours given below are natural.So which one you choose?

Hmm…say the row and column the colour belongs to.For eg, if you choose the yellow,it would be,1st row,3rd column.

If….will be

July 26, 2008 § 6 Comments

If night weren’t night,what will it be?
if day wasn’t day what will it be?
If hours weren’t hours,what will they be?
if minutes weren’t minutes what will they be?
If you weren’t you ,what will you be?
if they weren’t they what will they be?
If i wasn’t me,what will i be?
If earth,wasn’t earth what will it be?
If life wasn’t life what will it be?
If death wasn’t death what will it be?
If everything is nothing,what will it be?
So what if,everything wasn’t meant to be?
So what if everything is ’cause of destiny?
So what if we hate everyone?
So what if we love everyone?
So what if ,so what if,
you find everything gone one fine day?
so what if,so what if,
you find yourself on the top,one fine day?
So what if…
so what if…
So what if…
well everything is…

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