If….will be

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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the tongue i want to know

behold the secrets-
listen to them-
the waves rush at
the sight of you.

what tongue
they speak i do
not know,still
avid they pour
their tale at my
feet.beautiful
it was, but
beyond perception,
i meditated upon
yet nothing sank.
as they saluted
and retreated
i was left with
a feeling that
all that known
was not known
to me and in
search,inspired,
me the seeker
left them to
their peace.
i will return,
one day-
and speak to them
and learn the secrets
that all i always
wanted to know.
sea you still inspire me.

presence felt

it lasted till it did.
the unknown trail
dispersed into the
unknown,its origin
known only to it.
between the clouds,
from the sun,
a message
for all, to cleave
our way.presence
is felt only when absent.

discrimination and rebellion

discrimination leads to rebellion,
rebellion leads to discrimination.
true strength lies inside,
puffed up ego will stay till the tide,
then it has to search for a place to hide.

rules are meant to be broken
and those set will be shaken.
the right to question,
too is questioned,
what stays is what is destined.

rebellion is full of passion,
it is above all condition.
passion is sine-qua-non
of rebellion,rebellion is the
sine-qua-non of existence.

a few abide,
a few decide,
a few revive,
a few rebel,
everything ends.

truth and infinity

truth is not the end,
but means to an end.
infinity has no trend,
all it does is lend,
its powers-giving
strength and epitomizing
nothing’s stance.

infinity has no end,
it is neither the beginning,
nor the starting,
but a passage in continuing
our pilgrimage and a passing
in the journey of living.

infinity is a way,
which we all reach.
it can be reached,
by those who seek.
some follow stars,
some follow hours,
but all flows
to the ultimate path.

infinity is a light,
we all need to sight,
it can be black or white,
but it is the right.
truth is a way-
which no one has a say
but our inner ray-
the infinity.

truth is not the end,
but means to an end.