Unto the last !

A man in confinement,

Can live with reasons;
His months and seasons,
His goals and visions,
His legions;
Of logic customised and lessons,
Missions!

Limitations, curved out of phantasms,

Curved out of hope;
Buried in skewed scope,
The tricks, the rope;
We are all sailing boats,
Life!? Unmarked roads,
Sports!

Deliriums, the apparitions of life,

Buried under opaque ‘thought ice’;
Few achieved and many died,
Take me for a ride,
Darkness is when someone buries his light;
Your terminus is beyond your sight,
One last fight is always your right;
Pride!

 

Unfurl

There is a story to tell;

All religions in hell;

Practices are customized to death;

Daily breads bought with breath,

The gospels are out there for you,

Torah is seasoned and so is you,

 Older than the hiddekel,

Living older in all scale;

The Eden created for life;

Ordained by vice.

Unison in the world of thee Vedas;

Uniformity in ragas;

Systems awakened in Abraham’s!?

Rift now in religions,

Illuminate in the rise;

New world order- their device,

Tomorrow when you open your eyes,

Few living would see many, dies!

The three wise man following those stars,

One in the stable and the other behind bars;

Society today lost in transition,

There are reasons,

There are lessons.

here we are!

 

I like the smell of camphor when the very old casket is opened sometime, It takes me to a time I was prancing and all sunshine!
I never saw the fish tank emptied again and again changing life in the process; I always saw them swimming, laughing - progress
And when the novice in me played the organ for the first time, I remember the murmur…so far…twinkling, tinkling, chinking, jugging… with footstep  growing firmer.
Today when I look back in time, I found every breathe you took was more deific then; now looking back…snooping eyes. The universe deistic….rustic me!!!
Give some time to time to heal and you feel, the rhythm of an ocean inside your mind surging wildly – a wiseacre conceited, scornful and slowly calming down to a whirlpool? nothing? Solitary
(Sometimes simply arbitrary) caste away standing alone in the corner! Silence. No commentary!!!
I no more belonged to the tribe I no more long for a ride. I treat and retreat alone in the crowd losing ground among my folks and winning somewhere (Sometimes can I not lose and take the memento) I saw many dying puerilely (and living longer in folk lore, in tales and in fables progenies of life outside any clan, you make it stable you turn the table)
Someone beyond the ocean and beyond the sky beyond the horizon and the star, those who were living and those would not and would not know what they are, (your thumping of the heart would not reach that far)
Each of the few crossing the river, many leaving for the star creating gods in things as they see they are and eons of connected reveries…..blur! Here we are.

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No Man!

 

No man is a country,
No man is a sea;
No man is without a story,
Every man he can be,
Every season brings in new seed,
Every moment is a treat;
Few unblemished and worthy soul,
Others are simply life on the roll;


Your invisible thoughts always at work,
Invisible memories of those we lost;
Yesterday’s history is folk lore of tomorrow;
The child is listening;
Be careful what they borrow!


West also has an east,
Wired life and infinite reach;
Do not condemn!!
Many swindlers are there in the street;
Only a handful who preach!

Dissonance

Rearing and nurturing a bud,
Wondering the outcome?
Do not judge me from behind your eyes!
Do not be a critic; it could be all is a lie;
Circumstances are the labour of birth!
Every footprint an outcome,
Harnessed by the nature from all end,
Do not camouflage your hardback;
With letters dug from the grave!
Words and syllables catered with great care,
To write the destiny of a few;
Do not Judge them by the colour!
Do not be unwitting!!!
Unwilling to unlearn;
Unfurl your anger, undo those hallucinations!
Crafted with hatred in the middle of the night;
Let there be Light!


Rise as the soldier in the battlefield!
Rise like the sun from the depth of the sea!
Rise like the child from the mother’s breast!
Rise for your brothers!
Rise for their sake!


The fewest in the knolls away from life,
Never been touched except for the frost;
They have a lord!
Rise today! Let’s pray our thoughts!!!

Homogenous

White Black yellow and brown;
From the Savannah to this town,
Who invented the wheel?
Today’s thrill!


If you can’t measure the sea,
Be the fish and test the water;
If you can’t measure the heat,
Be the sun spread some light,
If your mind get lost in the tide;
Let your heart be the guide,
Sometime when you are lonely at night;
You still have your shadow to argue and fight,