Will last forever…

Finally life prevailed.
And destruction failed.
Truth survived the grey storm-
now there is nothing wrong.
Cool and white and black,
now life was out of the shack;
The water spread intimacy
and life was once more bubbly.
Nothing can stop the flame,
life and force are the same.
For in the truth’s name,
there is a game,
that of keeping it unchanged.
The light shall never die,
for the skies are there to be flown.
And the winds shall be blown
forever,to carry the bright clouds,
over seas and lands,
bestowed with creation.
And there above all one shall stand,
the one who takes pride in the land
and the one who sees life,
beyond the horizon.
Forever,that life will survive,
for that is the soul-the life.
And high above the sky,
dwells the universe,
but everything follows one verse,
and that shall remain lush
and cause time to move fresh.
The waves shall break again
and the storm will come again
but the spirit lies in the water,
which will last forever.

the light shines the brightest

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Thinking about my identity

What is the use? what is the use of this world?

It is always amazing,to know that we the significant micro(maybe even smaller) particles who make up the universe have some purpose and a life to live.Why i live my life,in a regimented way,going to school,supposedly learning things.What will it be like to be in another planet? What will I be,if i were in another planet.Would that planet too have death as we have?What is the big deal anyway of being earthling?

Think of the universe,as it is.I know it is too big to fit into my minuscule three dimensional imagination,but whatever little i can ‘see’,leaves me perplexed ,confused and in a dire need for becoming larger than life itself.Why how can something so big exist in the first place? When i was small,the sun was just ‘nature’ something which i was born into.It was a constant,to the mind which was ready to be tinkered ,it saw what what others thought they saw.The moon Always represented an old lady making ‘idly’.the beach was a place where something called waves lashed on endlessly and if i ventured into it alone,i would be eaten by it.My life was of prime importance to me.Being another heir of the mistake stricken ,unwanted humanity,survival was the instinct.

But as i grew up,i slowly realized,that things are different.In fact education does at least that much to you.You are told that we belong to a solar system and that the moon goes around us.The next time i saw the moon,i looked  at it as an entity who was moving around the earth.Now i am digging really deep to feel what i felt then.It is surprising that ‘life’ is so old.What are these memories? So are we a dream,a memory too?

Me writing rather typing,is an memory in more ways than one.Since i am writing i do not care what happens else where around me.Why would i react when i am content,why the moment will always be embedded in me,carved into me,for i am in tune with the reminiscence of the world’s making. Did we go to the heavens because earth never satisfied us? Why when did we realize that we were nothing more that illusive little creatures,who don’t know anything?

On earth everything has the touch of man,as it has of ‘god’.Almost all our fellow creatures,all the flora and fauna which were painted with the magic wand along with us ,have been cut,dissected,bisected,trisected and researched upon. We have arrived at the conclusion that we are the only ones who can think the best.We were after all the once who discovered the existence of God.

Our identity as human beings,has perpetuated from our predecessors.But deep inside all of us know that this is not our absolute identity.When we look at the sky and stare stars and suns ,we feel an old belonging ,the sight of home,after an hiatus to hibernation. Since we are the clever modern super humans in terms of an ever expanding brain and since we know about the big bang and such and such,we run a particle accelerator inside our cramped cavity,reproducing with a eerie contentment,what we feel is the origin of the universe.We revel in it for a few spectacular moments,we run the jocund clowns of happiness in us to such speeds that ecstasy is what we pronounce.We are all happy to be home,we wish to keep seeing our Gods for longer,but the ever severing mind,declares that you have to break the bonds,to live life and produce yourself to sacrifice for the betterment of man.You don’t want it.Who wants to move from home,after a long voyage?Who wants to travel,when travel is all he has done?Who wants to swim,when he has all the while swam?Yet since you are the mind,with a rhetoric puffed up displeasure you try to satisfy your real want with a chronic happiness ,which is at most momentary and small enough to displease the materialistic narcissistic in you and carry on with it.I am trying to write something and all the while i am thinking of the wonderous world,whose width widens my perspective.I am here and i am not.

What is my identity?Am i a lost sibling of a distant star,for whom if i am found,i will look the same as when i landed on Eden? Or have i crossed an Adam’s bridge,to burn all that was bad and mortal? Am i an entity for whom this body was a lease,lent by earth to write off her ever lasting loans?Or am i, simply an animal,a tainted beast,with the curse of thought and want of fantastical fantasies to suit my ill-tempered unbalanced mind?What am i anyway?

Yes,i feel lost.Yes i feel lost here too.Yet i can hear the world,but i can’t see it.I can hear the old song,but my eyes have grown used to this,so that the old song,is a poignant, nostalgic de -javu.i dream up lands,i build my castles.I am a man,a human,who has written tales upon tales with fairies and fun and frolic but i am also the man who writes edifices and breaths the voice of an enigmatic Satan,a suitable tool ,one sprung during my autumn,to sooth the God in me.yet i know,i do not need him,for i was the one who gave god a face,which he can hold high and i was the one who taught him to write,so that he can say what he felt.I lent a being bigger than me,i lent it not one but two identity,i created a juxtapose of the good and the bad,of light and night,of God and Satan,yet i fail at lending myself a single identity.I call myself the third.I am happy to pull the strings of the first too.Yet my fingers move without my knowledge in my sleep,they want home and what they see is that destruction can retrace me,to where i belong.

There is music playing in the background.The song is melodious.It is a classic,it breaths life into the creature,whose identity is his name and his music.Why what caused him to play and create music?Did he realize that if he struck his strings and quietened the world with symphonies ,he might be able to shriek out for his lost sibling?Or did he realize that when he played his music,he could be himself ,free and inheritor of freedom,the absolute transparent being,who could smile away adversity and sleep ugly to beauty? I am listening to his and with gusto summoning my aesthetic consciousness to appreciate his ballades.I try to feel the same joy he felt when his fingers were let lose upon the keys,to key in the codes of his disparity among humanity.But his code was always good,for such is the magic,of the hands who are at home,always,poor pathetic things,they can’t see nor hear,they are slaves whose only wish is to satisfy their master, as they feel that is their duty and destiny.

Movements.The breeze tickles the trees.Those gigantic beings let out giggles.Why among humanity their existence is varied.One day they are paraphrased as the basic need for the survival of humanity’s earth,the next day,they are cut by the very hands,oh! pathetic hands,they are the only ones who want to get us home.

If my hands know my home,then why don’t I?Should i close my eyes,for all eternity,so that the reality has a chance to roll the dice and bring me home to see its son?I wish i could,but i have a mind,who is a ardent appraiser of the rebellious me.I am torn by my hands,physically and by my mind mentally.I ask you both,i think of either home or heaven-hell only when i am felt free,to my peace.They refuse.I shut my eyes.The hands sway the puppets of infinity,they try to hail home closer.The mind eats into me,they ruthlessly try to disrupt the harmony and bleed my namesake into surrender,but they fail ,neither will give up,i am the used,i am the user,i am between myself.I am still wondering about me and my true reality,one thing is for sure,i will lose mortality when i find the reality,let it be soon.Mortality is lost,when sense of reality is found.

May the world be in peace.Home is not far away,the darkest night,is the last of winter,the coldest water is one before the hot.Let the world exist at it should,let every man reach his harbor and let every flight end at home,may the world be in peace,i go to sleep….

quest for peace

let peace be peace,
please,let peace be peace.
for those who don’t get it,
take a seat,sit,
it is something null,
void of action,
yet full of action.

peace is a constant,
close your eyes,listen,
can you hear a silence,
even among the disturbance?
can you feel a power
which has so neatly flowered,
in the tree of human
speech and creation?
can you hear a blank voice,
which attracts you,
with an old warmth,
yet you cannot give it a form?

peace is not merely the absence
of violence,
peace exists everywhere,
if only you dare
to hear it,you will know where
it is.peace is a code,
an old code,
older than the sea,
older than the sun,
very close to the origin.
it is when you know
you are safe,
when you know
that you are out of the race-
at least for a while,
that peace you are
surrounded by.
when peace you seek,
forgive those who speak,
the right to express,
will never rest,
for even peace is a voice
which we hear because of choice.

in peace,there is only right,
there is no wrong.
in peace,
you will know what your goal is,
peace will teach
and not preach,
so be prepared,
to understand,
otherwise,
you will never be wise.

the world asks for peace,
many fail to understand peace,
we all hope for a world in peace,
but peace being peace,
prompts action.
if you want peace,
reach your heart
and ask,
if you want peace,
ask you soul,
if you want peace,
listen to the thoughts
of your restless mind,
if you want peace,
listen to the world,
you will find a common
tongue,into which
all seem to lull,
that is your peace.

silence,an infinite voice,
stands as a single voice,
listen to it at all
times,peace shall be ye.

one soul.one life.

one soul,
one life,
one earth,
one mind,
one heart,
one kind,
one need,
one suffering,
one wish,
one LOVE.

we are in the same planet,
live on the same land,
if we unite,
and forget the various divides
thrown by time.
we can see peace,
which we always deemed
as the absolute life.
united if we live,
united we can be.

with love we can heal,
with our heart we can feel,
with our mind we know the deal,
with our need we know suffering,
with our wishes we know the need.
with unity we can give love to
those who snatched the world of ours,
we can do what we always wanted,
be in peace and live life.
one love.one life.

why a race,
why a caste,
why a colour,
why distinguish our brothers
and sisters,
why hurt and murder
our fellow creatures?
why destroy our nature,
why disrupt our innate
valour and proud honour?

one world,
one soul,
the power of love,
pushes life,
no one can hide,
for the world is too wide,
it is time to decide
and time to revive
and time to glorify
our need and our love.

love creates
fission and fusion,
with time’s assimilation
we are pushed towards
extinction,is it not
the right time,
to listen to the seas,
to see the sun and the moon,
and everything else in nature-
strewn and put together
the clues and renew
our strength to inoculate
ourselves against our
bad hand,against forces
which will beget the beginning-
the ending of human race.

with love we can heal,
with love we can steal,
we love we can strangle
the ropes which dangle
to draw an end.
unity we can fake
at least for our own sake,
at least to provoke
ourselves no more.
united- love is one.

not every drop is poison,
not every drop is honey,
life is funny,
some days are just sunny,
while others are damp and rainy.
we can change what we want,
we have altered the climate,
we together have generated
more killers and robbers
of our environment.

equality we preach,
inequality we never impeach,
it is time to impeach
it is time to beseech
ourselves and forgive
all that we committed.
it is no more about
someone in the skies,
it is about us-
we who live on this planet.

With one love
let us live,
with untiy
we can strive.
from one origin
we come,
to the same we return,
the fruit of living
lies between life
and death.

what we achieve
may not benefit
us after death,
but we can call it
the debt
we own to our land,
if not the people.
earth can save itself,
humans too should.
in the name of our race-

one soul,
one life,
one earth,
one mind,
one heart,
one kind,
one need,
one suffering,
one wish,
one LOVE.