What Faith Can Do ？

387 days, 21 hours, 45 min.

Tears to tears we'll draw the line
Years to years our love will shine

Vanishing point

in perspective, parallel lines appear 
to converge, distant objects appear to 
be smaller, closer objects are more distinct. 
in linear perspective things disappear. 
they don't really disappear, parallel 
lines don't really converge. they stay apart, 
forever at a distance and never 
do touch. they stare forever at each other, 
clearly and distinctly, no matter how far 
from the eye they get. an observer 
gets it all wrong, lacks perspective. 
using perspective, we try to understand 
and get it wrong anyway. things seem 
to converge and disappear. they go on. 

Gets lean

Thinner and thinner
The world gets lean by day.
You gobble too much space! 
So like the vanishing universe 
Empty is the box of your brain 

There's Nothing else to do

There is nothing more satisfying, 
Than to be depicted as a fool...
By those who have accepted, 
Their unconditional training...
Promoting the act of mindlessness.
To leave one eventually feeling, 
How pointless it is to express regret.
And observing this free promotion, 
Without it being solicited...
Has to be a relief to those aware, 
How cost effective this has been...
In the savings done to market without effort, 
Such visible and achieved effects...
Affecting successfully the lives of those, 
Ripping themselves apart.
In the expediating done of their own demise.
There are those who sit, 
Enjoying every moment of this.

Life

A good book is the precious lifeblood of a master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

Unfinished .. Yet

And when some of the butterflies come fluttering

over my sweet scented jasmines in my lovely garden

i look for the sunlight from the colossal sun

and the enlightenment from the great Pan

and ask what is there left for me to do

the right solution, so i may not be also blue 

shall i hide my nectar inside my sepal

or shall i open more the colors of my petal

or shall i choose but be one brittle metal? 

a caterpillar, younger sister of the butterflies

intervenes upon a feast on one of my leaves says: 

hey you, don't be a crab? open up, spread your petals, 

go grab the fluttering wings, these are the lonely ones!

not the one without a cent in his pocket

not the one without a potato on their table

not the one who lost his house to fire

not the one who lost his parents in the war

not the one who did not finish his education

not the one without a job

the poorest of them all is the one without hope to complete

The saddest of them all is the one with a dream unfinished .. Yet

Your Sin ..

the soul contains many qualities
The character of man and his vagaries
But the most important quality of man
is the power to forgive a sin
earth is a world of ups and downs

it brings joy and it brings frowns
but life on earth teaches an important thing
It's the power to forgive a sin
as age goes by, as time races on
as generations die and new ones are born
if you ever learn the last thing,
it should be .. the power to forgive a sin.
i was designed to never forget a thing.
i was designed to never forgive a sin.

 

SH.S

Why should i be here ?

again this is just an outpouring of rain
all my loneliness dropping like rain
all my sadness dripping like rain

again, this is nothing about anthologies
or who gets the Poet of the Month thing in any community magazine
this is rain outpouring
this is a form of therapy
on everyday malady
nothing about art or musing
when tomorrow rains again
i will be here..
when sunshine comes and flowers bloom in the field
when my beloved sings and sleeps with me in bed
why should i be here .. .?

The younger me

Younger then, older now
It's so funny how
When I was three, I always thought
That it would take forever for me 
To be forty
But here I am
Standing tall
Looking back on it all
Time flies
Most people don't realize it
But it does, yes it does
I remember when
I wore nothing
They were so pretty, so shiny, and yet
Now I've outgrown them
They're too small
Now here I am
Sitting, writing out of my head
The thoughts, the words of the past
The younger me
Thinking of way I used to be
You know
Times were different back then
Everything was cheaper, nicer
When I was a kid
Now people today
They take stuff for granted
Nobody appreciates anything anymore
Everyone throws everything away
Like it was never there
Memories, sweet, sweet memories
Are overcoming me
Like an eternal flame
It would be nice if I
Could just travel back in time
And just be the younger me 

Egonesty

Like the cold steel blades of winter rain
Like the beam of warmth on a summer lane
In ways you could explain
I descend upon you
Even the chosen few
I caress the anvil with a lover's touch
I exude an image and appear as such
If the truth be known it cuts
To the bone
I stand alone
I know love and recognize 
The inevitable compromise
I choose to walk the shining path
And accept the possible aftermath
You may ponder and judge and you might understand
This single entity
This one man band
And howsoever I meet my fate
I can't complain, there's no debate
I don't want caffeine free
Stimuli sit well with me
Still I grow, still I evolve
With a singular resolve
One life is all you get
With tests and goals we are beset
Don't let it end with regret
i live it .. i love it.

Enlightenment

Lightning strikes deeply

storming the inner core roots

changing the tree's shape 

Enlightenment . !

Are we moving to a higher plane

To better understand our name

The same we call our divinity

Creation aspiring to be creator

Not aware we already are. !

Enlightenment, At last!

Watching the streets outside, which seems 
Running into the infinity, 
I lay on my bed near the window, 
Enjoying the cold breeze wafting in, 
Fondling my wrinkles, gifted by time.
Today the street is deserted where
Once with tiny legs I learned to walk.
Later I walked with the Giants; 
Conquering everything before me
Destroying everything that resisted me.
I had, at last, an empire of mine
Which I ruled with a raised sword.
World called me Champion, 
History called me Great and to myself
I was greater than the great.
But those hands that conquered the world, 
Failed to win the battle with time, 
When my sword proved heavier for my hands, 
I had to leave that throne and crown
Now I see dust rising again, 
Drums beating, a battle again
O young men, please lend your ears, 
Its not me but the history speaking
When you fight hard to build an empire
Remember no empire has lasted forever.
I know you won’t hear me, as I didn't
But one day you will know it, as I did.
And now when my spirit is struggling 
To leave this world and its hardships, 
My destiny still whispers to me cruelly
The time is not yet… Not Yet!

Last and wait

Starting in the eyes, the dreams
end underfoot, 
there the river lies still without the bridge.
It'd take centuries to build the muddy path
walking with the air and wind; 
Time goes beyond me
And I am the solitary voyager
far behind you; 
Holding on to the residual stores
of my life, 
I wait for the moment standing
on the farthest point of the expansion
when the universe shrinks back.
The shadow of the night gets
terrified seeing the pointed
flame of the lamp.
The pavilion of the sky looks small, and
the light is more abundant than my heart.
But, the distances
are not longer than the
circles of the dreams; 
In the divine seasons
when the stars blossom
like flowers; and
the butterflies flit around
the sun-fire, then
your moon like phizog
will appear on the
branches of the eternal dusk
If you have the spirit
to last and wait, 
then, with a new pact
of the rudiments
I will come for you! 

White rose story

When the stony silence
Becomes a shadow
Of internal monologues
And loneliness peeps out
Of door apertures....
Don't write a word! 
When evening
Heavy with sorrow
Descends from the roof-tops
Sterile scenes play hide and seek
On paths coming from afar
And eyes placed on cornices
Gather dust of dreams....
Don't write a word! 
When letters that spell
Yours name and my name
Get moth-eaten
And words suffocate to death
In closeted books of our lives
A story
You ought to write then
Without a word in it! 

You need the Key ..!!

We’re all in one, and one the same, 
Nothing more and nothing less, 
Life is nothing but a test, 

Temptations of the flesh devour
Our souls when we're always asking,
Wanting for more. appreciation is the key,
The way to set the daemon free,
And love, love will always find a way,
Madness ensues, chaos pursues,
Your heart lies broken,
With every promise you ever made
The foundations laid,
Your dues are paid
You've made the decisions you have made.
Now what is left for this old soul ?
Slipping into the void.
winner or loser .. in my life dictionary
Appreciation is the key,

Something called ... Love

I've been wasted 
I've been smashed 
I've been fried 
I've gone and bashed 
I've been to parties 
And I've been high 
I've soared like a kite 
As high as the sky 
But nothing can compare 
To life's natural high 
It feels so good 
I've waved the drugs good-bye 
It fills you up 
It makes you whole 
It always repairs you 
And heals your damaged soul 
It makes you feel 
Like you're floating high above 
It makes you wanna go away 
And fly around like a dove 
Nothing on Earth 
Can even come close 
It makes you lose 
All your worries and woes 
It makes you wanna give hatred 
One gigantic shove 
Do you know what it is 
It's something called love

Silences into the moonlight

once the shadow fills the sky
and the moon has risen up so high
a wolf wanders alone
escaping its lips is a lonely howel

racing across the frozen earth
searching for loves rebirth
paw pinks as far as they go
as it travels through ic and snow
alone and still this silent night
fill a moon light with a howl
beginning at the dull
moonlight

Weaknesses

What if some thing is earnestly said and not done
What if silently witnessed and gone 
What even if good words spoken and not acted upon
What will it cost if merely lip service rendered and undone
I shall think of all but do nothing
Search for personal solace and try for something
Still personal ego come and tries to obstruct
Not to obey but only to instruct
I try to be human 
But later on blame as helpless woman or man
With noble start if any body can? 
Try to love self and be very good fan
Try to be selfish as much as possible
This trend can be made reversible
One may feel contended after its contentment
It may then be satisfaction for that moment
Until you know the distrust you can not trust
It is paramount to know and is must
Any thing untested can be commented upon
It has to be tide over and own
To love a self is to love for others
You may know the odds and bother
How great will be pain for unknown? 
Until it is loved by self and known
What is wrong if pursued in wrong direction? 
What harm will be done if that is made rectified action? 
It is important to learn from the past mistakes
The end result may be tested as sweet cake
Everyone praises the glorious events
No one looks upon failure and the hard attempts 
The success has come after initial failures
It has contributed a lot for making it sure
It was probing the mind all along
People may adversely comment if something goes wrong
Only bright side is praised and appreciated
It is all the more same for the work initiated
We are made to suffer at the hands of fate
Any help or advice comes very late
It helps to boost the morale
It lands into success with different tale
Even if some help is offered partially
It will make substantive change really
It may have hidden blessings for the good efforts
The person may feel at ease with comforts
We all are gifted with human weaknesses
Some one can come out of it with great success
Most of us will be down with so many hurdles
Life is seen as temporary phase like water bubbles
We try to play safe without being hurt
Avoid the violence if there is spurt
It is easy to keep away from trouble
Think over it peacefully and try to be humble 

A tear and a smile

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart 
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes 
To flow from my every part turn into laughter. 
I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life's secrets and hidden things. 
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and 
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.
A tear to unite me with those of broken heart; 
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.
I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.
I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the 
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are 
Satisfied the most wretched of people. 
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.
With evening's coming the flower folds her petals 
And sleeps, embracingher longing. 
At morning's approach she opens her lips to meet 
The sun's kiss.
The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.
The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come 
Together and area cloud.
And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys 
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping 
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. 
A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from 
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter 
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow 
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death 
And return whence it came.
To the ocean of Love and Beauty----to God. 

Moon tonight

tonight.. the moon was lit.
just right.
almost every star in the sky, was shining so bright! 
i sat here alone, in the dark...
shield from my fears.
the thought of you in my mind.
with every star..
that's one ounce of pain added to me.
the more regrets i seem to have..
the more i don't care bout me, or life.
but yet... today.. this moon looks so nice.