on the final shore.

September 10, 2008 § 5 Comments

From photoshopped

the world was at its end,
and the shore was the place,
as it was when it began.
There was nothing else to defend,
finally,something was to be set free.
The world was seeing its last,
and now it was the time to review the past.
It was a beautiful race
and it had seen its phase.
It lived life and within it held a strife.
Never did it fully realize,
though it was meant to do so,
that it was the ultimate creation.
It called itself,as thoughtless,
it named its action as folly.
But oh! it never realized,that it
did what it was supposed to.
Yet when it was meant to see,
that certain things have to be
let go and let infinitely free,
it failed to perceive, oh! perceive.
And there it made a mistake,
and for that,it started its end for its own sake.
But a few did see,
and they were pronounced to be affected by insanity,
with a royal,arbitrary decree.
And they the shunned,
tried to be heard,
and yet,the chains were used,to tie these birds.

If only they then said,
that we had known before,
we could have kept the heaven door,
and not sunk our land,to the ocean floor.
But then,it was too late,
and it suffered its chosen fate.
The clouds came across,from the west,
and slowly it ate away the remaining-the bright rest.
There was no ark,for the best,already had perished,
and this time,to revive life,
nothing but two animals were felt behind.
And there they tried to see what the world was,
and they realized they had been crass .
They saw,that clothes had no part,
for within it,they had long ago killed their heart.
And the clouds threw black cover,
and they regained their state as the bower.
The showers broke across,
and there was left the man and lass,
yet both calculated the depth of the fall,
and felt naive and scared of their part.
And slowly they approached,
and the sea waves surely rose,
and as they slowly lay down,
the lightning struck,and water ran,
together they were washed away,
someday,back to where they began.

The new progeny

September 7, 2008 § 6 Comments

The power fluttered,
and movements rendered.
Myriad hours flowed by,
and the time stuck,just.
With nothing to feel,
but red rage,nothing to
give,to give, except
painful blood,it was the
last stand,the hour
when it would end,
just like that,
just like when it began.
The caprice was done,
the phantasmagoria of
the emotions began.
With nothing to win or lose,
he broke down and told the truth.
“It was not long ago,
when something arose,
a arrow without a bow.
With much force behind,
it seemed immaculate and divine.
Yet it was too mystic,
it was too futuristic,
to even predict,
where it would lead.
It was too pragmatic,
to be read,
it was too intimate,
to be felt.
And so,it grew,
and life it threw,
everywhere.
Yet there was no one,
except us,who knew,
where it began,
and that we guarded,
and we never departed
from its hateful chatter,
lest it should shatter,
that which arose,
from it.We chose,
to honor our honor,
by fortifying it,though
it ate all out valor.
Our strength we gave,
just for the sake,
for life to be safe.
We held our heroes
close to its toes,
and to them it breathed,
flattering voes,
yet they never gave a ear,
for to them earth was dear.
Until one day,it chose fear.
And from it rose the demons,
which started to create menace.
Caught in the center,
we didn’t know which was better,
the disgusting creator,
or its obedient messenger.
To it we called ourselves angels,
and then surrendered,
and it gave language to us.
From the heights of a lean tower,
it dropped us,to life,
and there we slowly began to die.
We knew the ancient decree,
we knew that now we had been set free,
but at the cost of life’s roots,
at the cost of inertial moods.
On earth we extended our stand,
and on earth our race ran.
Then we cut our moral ,
and killed that we guarded.
And from its yolk rose another,
the one which became the avenger.
Understanding the sin,
we threw ourselves to its mercy,
and it laughed and kicked our legacy.
It vowed to get the better of us,
and all those of intellectuals,
the eternal glittering jewels,
of our kind,were sacrificed;
Yet they never failed to arise
as if they understood the undefined.
In pain,without anything to gain,
we left nothing of them to remain.
Then one day,one of them rose
and at that moment,we chose,
to relight our fires.
And that the devil,heard,
and at that it unleashed,
and at that it unsealed,
the last weapon of pain,
that which set the reign,
of the unnamed.
With purposeless darkness,
into the flightless Grey,
slowly we went down the drain,
all our efforts in vain.”
Then before he could finish,
a cry was heard,
and it was another birth.
There was a new life,
and with its knife,
it cut the last man,
and thus ended this stand.
And a ship was set sail,
in the red water,
and as it touched shore,
from its door,
flew a bird,
the new progeny of earth.

Stream of thoughts

July 10, 2008 § 4 Comments


thoughts.
dimension.
dreams.
reality.
between.
awareness.
numb.
past.
present.
future.
he.
she.
stars.
sun.
brightness.
darkness.
flowers.
cold.
silence.
hot.
noise.
words.
music.
calm.
storm.
wish.
want.
demand.
pain.
world.
surroundings.
environment.
birds.
earth.
humanity.
gone.
life.
love.
living.
voice.
breath.
silence.
height.
joy.
poignant.
level.
monotonous.
friends.
reminder.
loneliness.
family.
childhood.
blank.
numb.
lost.
nothing.
senseless.
time.
infinity.
universe.
boundless.
origin.
unknown.
nothing.
existence.
nil.
zero.
me.
I.
You.
relationships.
LIGHT!
OM!
OM!
OM!


the light shines the brightest!

nay purpose,nay life?

June 10, 2008 § 8 Comments

so a lack of purpose,
led to creation,
and we are all suffering
without any ultimate relation.
A knowledge ,from past
has ceased in its grave,
for there is no purpose to save?
then why live?
then why remain static,
in a world which is,yet dimensional?
if purpose is none,
why have anything at all?
if purpose is none,
then none exists behind
the dark universal veil?
If there is no ultimatum,
if there is no purpose,
then why should we breath?
or for that matter breed?
If no purpose can be found,
behind every wall or cloud,
then why have them all
scattered around in the reason
-purpose dead intersection?

if there is no purpose,
then why be born?
then why be dead?
why cannot we be static at rest?
what laws define the infinite
finite,which at its shore
impresses a sense of profound secrecy?
Why a humbug race called humanity?
which though bothered to define humility,
is at most times is full of hypocrisy?
Why if no purpose exists,
should a few strewn reminiscences
of ancient quest be buried,
deep inside a sands hurried?
Why at all if no purpose exists,
do we even seek a knowledge
which we believe will free
us of this mortal bondage?
why do we seek purpose?
for what do we seek purpose?
what is the origin of need
to be purposeful?

If purpose can define life?
then what is it?
yet we seem to think
that ,not a purpose exists,
but an infinite might,
which we call as the universe
and our own selves.
What is the cause of the universe?
or is it too a purpose lost
thought,an impossible notion,
in the minds of creation.
Yet we say none exists.
so i ask what is the purpose
of non existence? whence
does it appear,a need to
fill an aesthetic grotesque
art,with a perception
which not even the artist
knows of, even in completion?
are we too small to see
purpose?Why are we, then too small?
Is there an end,where purpose
ceases,where purpose breaches
none but it self to annihilate
itself and reveal the true core,
even if it is sore core,
after all the dark drills it bore?

If purpose exists to everything,
then let it be in everything.
I am aware yet cannot perceive.
are my dimensions too cute
that the gory art of purpose
falls at its beauty? if so,i say
none matters,but the purpose,
for which i seek purpose be filled.
For the perennial universe
of questions,which all seek
a divine purpose(which is all),
there is a perennial universe
of solutions and answers,
one which parallel yet the same
as the question.If both nay
exist,then no theism can be filled,
for money might be made of matter,
yet its value is of the administrator.

Purpose,i ask what is your purpose?
If love fails purpose,
then let everything be struck by it,
so that none question you,
who is full of unknown purpose.
If love it is,let it be,
we are all blind and cannot see-
a love which is too big that
only our breath is able
to perceive, a taste which our
knowledge initiates us to believe
that it is the blush of love,
which is the fodder,
to fill our hunger-
derived from the thirst of purpose.
If lot it is,
then let it be love,
which paints the world,
for if not the world will lose purpose,
in seeking purpose,you
who is sly as a shadow,
who is the hands behind
the wheels of destiny,
which we say is the purpose.

Purpose,purpose,purpose,
let us ,love us.

the light shines the brightest.

before the return

May 24, 2008 § 11 Comments

to the origin everything will return,
to the roots everything will turn,
when all the energy to burn,
is burnt, we will be lost with none.

when the earth’s gifts,
are all used up and the benefits
none left,what will then, we humans
turn to next?

our origin ,very few are aware,
those who know will tell you beware,
it is time you start to care-
in the beginning they were few.

as time has moved on,
some ancient virtues have gone-
we weren’t asked to stick on,
so we left them to die.

in modernity we have forgotten something,
it time to revisit that quintessential thing,
it is time to understand the lost meaning,
the light will always shine the brightest.

in the past,when the world lost a virtue,
few were able to understand the cue
and replace it with the hour’s needed-in lieu.
now it is time to do the same.

the world is in need of many changes,
change is the surest of all constants,
it happens with time’s advacements,
the catalyst now is you-human.

nature needs no saving,
it is we hypocrites who keep fighting,
and in the name of virtue keep killing,
who need to be saved.

before the nature’s fury returns
before the earth ,this time burns,
before we are all caught in time’s churns
it is time to do our bit.

the need is too great,
let us not set our own bait,
we write our own fate,
we are the endangered human race.

prompt from writer’s island

infinity and origin

March 26, 2008 § 5 Comments

spirit has no form,
but it gives you warmth.
there is always a calm
before a storm,
there is always peace
before we breach
the limits of the human body.
purpose driven-
we live,
trying to give
whatever we can,
back to our origin.

the world has a spirit,
which begets all life,
each spark,
has a story,
together they form
the history.
at every point where
we seek,something
infinite and fuller
and complete,
we tend to feel
insecure-like a single
fallen leaf being blown
through the skies
of humanity.

seeking materialistic satisfaction
and emotional security
and spiritual enlightenment
and trying to understand infinity,
we all dream of that
which breaks probability
in hope that all was a dream.
the evening sun’s
beam-poignant and energetic
breaks even with
magic and glamour within.
yet a melancholy beats
within,unhappy that
we still haven’t found
what really is within.

for a flame
singular,
for life,
as a plural,
for a flower
as a symbol,
for rain,
as a sound,
for everything
as everything
and nothing
and something
and everything
there is love-
the urge to form a nexus
and seek duality.
one in one
is one.one in two
is two.one in infinity
is infinity.back to the origin
we all begin
a cycle,
where the doors
are not known,
but entrances known.
when we will ken
what we desire,
will be known,
only when we
locate the door,
sparks are all before.

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