Soulful Thought..

Abandoned Consciousness

 

It’s the darkest hour as the doomsday clock nears 12

The, world is dipped in the dark tar of devil

And torn between the tug of war between heaven and hell

As both pull to drift the humanity towards themselves

 

Seeing the plight of a women raped and her respect bleed

In the open daylight as the society never seems to exist

And, the world rips apart her pride and honour

Plagued with a mindset of subjugation and false order

 

Possessing the food for thought as the preach their greatness

But, never they had a thought for food for the abandoned

For, the poor rotting in the dungeons of hunger and death

Choose, a quick snap over the prolonged trauma of the other

 

The vultures of the evil feed these stinking souls

Which humanity has abandoned ago

And all that remains is the sack of meat

With no thoughts of their sinful deeds.

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Poor Old Sod!

FROM COROLLA TO CRUST

 

It’s the summer of my life, and the petals bloomed vivid and radiant

Animated was the world, and the dears galloped near the clear stream

The sunshine illuminated the path I treaded on

And the smile spread across my face as my life shined.

 

Now, the cold zephyr blew across my face

And the leaves fell down, and the twilight set a bit too early

The radiance of my life, felt like it was eroding away

As, now I stood in a park, waving my childhood that day.

 

And now, the breeze turned into a storm

Bringing in hail and snow, it seemed I had lost hope

My vivid image of blunt innocence faded away

As now, the winter of life had set through.

 

Desperate and distraught as my life phased ahead

I became conscious of the preaching of God

That life is a cycle with spokes of old and new

And, the wheel turns eternally, with no relief for you old sod.

 

 

 

So, I made peace with the wailing kid and bear my heart for the truth somewhere inside

As, now the storm in me has calmed because I grew up and became wise

Nothing is permanent and immortal in this realm of illusionary truth

As the grey veil of death was actually the source of the rebirth in a new form.

As the transition of season from warm summer to chilling winters takes place, our life also shows transition from sunshine to damped.

 

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The Night Of Summer

Sitting on the sand and glaring on the sun
As, it turned from its youthful yellow to age old crimson
And, its fury turning to calmness and love
I felt cold beneath, somewhere deep inside this heart.

I, pinched myself again
To see, if still feels
The numbing voices of the sacks of meat
And, the rushing monster of steel.

My heart, sunk itself in the ocean
To find the pearl of truth
And, to perceive the hidden secrets of almighty
Hence, discovering the age old truth.

As, the sun kissed the ocean
And, the light for one last time of the day, I still wonder
“Is it better to be a preacher, and dictate the fragmented and fragile lie
Or, be a monk, and walk on the way of truth which I designed.

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THE PSALM OF RAIN

 

Trickling from the shrine

Pearls of joy and drops of solace embrace my soul

As it kisses my skin and soul with the tenderness and calmness of its abode

Takes me to a journey from dusk to dawn

Heaven to Earth, a place where this fallen broken soul belongs

 

Falling from heaven to quench the thirst of the barren land

The drops of wine restore the Earth’s solace and peace

Like the almighty grant’s away his blessings which this mortal being receives

 

And, for this soul, who can do what but to gaze in wonder

This spiritual cosmic bond between the creator and creation

These tears of love trickles down from my lips to my heart

Restoring my fallen consciousness

 

My soul dances and rejoices as the myth portray before it

Two legendry lovers meet and romances

 

And as for the body

It stands under the blue

For the rain to drip it again.

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The Faded Beauty

The Faded Beauty

 

The night sky we see

 

is not the same,

 

as the one our predecessors looked upon.

 

Stars have blurred,

 

urban sprawl has attacked,

 

what’s more, the once consummate traverse of night

 

might be lost in our ocean of light.

 

The bustling individuals don’t take note.

 

Nobody looks to the stars any longer

 

The thick dark sky,

 

dotted with whispers of removed life.

 

Lovely lamps coasting oblivious.

 

Gatekeepers of our universe,

 

watch life hit the dance floor with death,

 

as they quietly blur away.

 

There are no more answers from the divine beings.

 

No more stories in the night.

 

Not any more addressing how everyone came to have life.

 

The world is excessively occupied,

 

soaked in it’s counterfeit light.

 

Excessively occupied with, making it impossible to become mixed up in this wonderful spread.

 

Excessively occupied with, making it impossible to look to our makers.

 

The flashes that make life.

 

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So , just lie down and enjoy the stars before they fade forever!!

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