Truly One!

Escaping My Fate

 

Grounded and stuck, deep into the ruinous mines

Created by the memory of my past haunting me in the dark

There was not a way to escape my deadly sins

As the death approached me to drag me to the gates of the hell

 

I shouted and cried for the help which seemed afar

As, not a soul stood with me as a light in the dark

And as I walked through the haunted paths of my memory

I, glimpsed on every note and it seemed like my obituary

 

Heaven, declined me and the inferno was ready to feast

On, the sheep that followed the devil eyeing on the riches which he seeks

And, now I realised the truth as it dropped its veil

That not, even the God would save my soul as he should

 

So, I picked up learning instead of yearning for all the time that was left.

Read, every book and paper I could find on occult and spells

Taught myself rituals, curses and the art to conjure the dead

As now for me the holy book and the almighty was extinct

 

 

So, now this petty dabbler rose to be the master of the dark arts

Dreaming, to send the death back to the place where it belonged

But the efforts of mine were in futile and in vain

As the death was too able and me too impotent to alter my doomed fate.

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Truth On-Board!

Neither Too Far Nor Too Deep

 

Along the lines of the straighter, darker trees in the wood

I walked along in the search for a reason

The reason for why I had a heavy heart and numb legs

Through which I could barely hold my trembling steps

 

Feeling, like I am in the 11th hour of my life

But the calendar disagreed as the clock chimed

Showing me that it’s still the spring in my life

And I find this paradox hard to believe in my sight

 

“Neither too far, nor too deep” warned the strings of the broken heart

There is no return, from the quicksand of memories of joy

And tears, which I shred all my life

Whether in the happiest moments or in the deepest regrets

 

So, now the dilemma clouds my mind

Whether to leave the cracks open or mend it

With the tools of my fragile faith and waivered consciousness

Only to see the structure turn into rubbles again.

 

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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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Heat Up!

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 Judgmental Nature

 

Mankind, since its inception to this world of dreams and lies

Has reasoned and reflected on the treacherous course of life

But as the stream of evolution gushed, and we turned old to new

We lost our depth and developed an inapt judgemental view

 

“O’ see the slut, exposing her thighs”- cries the misogynistic society

As she walks down the road, draping herself in a dress of her choice

Their, decency lies in veiling her body and mind

And turning her into some cattle with no sense of pride

 

“Negro’s are slaves” shouted the racist bigot

Taking pride in the colonial massacre of humanity which his forefathers committed

Tied up in Irons, of their own view of fragmented society

That they forget that every white needs its own black to fill in the enprint

 

 

 

“It’s against the law of nature, you faggot!” shouted the homophobe

Trapped in his own ruins of thoughts, refusing to come up

And, cursing his brothers for their choice of love

As, he finds himself alone in this godforsaken world

 

So, let’s dive a little deep into our pool of thoughts

And, think twice before we speak

Judging is common because it is easier than contemplating

Among the society shredded by hate and narrow thinking

 

Well isn’t it true these days or wait since the dawn of our history. Mind your business Assholes!

 

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Drunken Monk!

 

Wine of Delusion

 

Having drunk the intoxicating wine of delusion

World has lost its mind and senses

For they are too blind to see

Their life gradually crawling towards end

 

The skin erodes and beauty fades away

With the daily rising and setting of sun

And the time is lost like the sand

Which slips from the fist of weak men

 

O’ ye fool wake up your slumbering soul

Aren’t you frightened?

At the sight of the birth

Old age misfortunes

And the death of your shipwrecked brothers

 

So, let us rise from this fall

Seeking to bear our hearts once again

For the truth that lies beyond

The narrow-fragmented walls of golds and gains

 

How sad is that we do not even rise to realize the truth on even seeing old age misfortunes and death of others. So guys wake up, there is a world above your looks and money to fulfill your materialistic desires.

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Doomsday clock!

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

 

The current situation of the world reminds me of the song of Michael Jackson “Heal The World” as I stumble upon the carcass of humanity

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Tragedies of Love

Living by the shore

 

Whispering a tune

behind your ear.

It took so long

to make you feel home

where I have a place,

Right here.

 

Love can’t be measured

when we spent together.

Love is treacherous,

throughout our lives and until the end of time.

 

By the shore,

I can see

the waves moving in and out

what’s more, a sad remnant of me

Than a glass of wine filled and I lying empty beside it.Blog

The soul breaks and the heart cries her name aloud. But since the world is deaf and cold i let my pen bleed and cry for me.

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Do we provoke God to jealousy!

I know i am late friends, haven’t opened my blog for a while. I apologize..Promise to be regular, but you know LIFE .

Ever thought of being spiritual. No! I am not telling you wear the orange robes and sell your I- phone and shave your heads ,to become monks. I mean have you sought a path out of this chaos, have you ever searched for peace! Come on, i trust you for smart people!

What? Really. Like never. Ok! You had an experience but you can’t name it . So let’s walk through this journey together for a bit.

 

First of all let me clearly separate between religion and  spiritualism. Religion is a depiction of faith of one in the god, spiritualism is the faith one in thyself. Religion has rules, spiritualism has one, ” Be true to yourself”. Religion was created by man but spirituality is “His” gift.

So, now as i move forward i feel we all are mostly frustrated by their religion so, here is some food for the thought.

 

RELIGION AND THE TRUTH

 

“O’ it is a lovely Sunday morning as the sun dawns”

“God has gifted us this day amidst our all storms”

“Humanity has been blessed, and your faith has been rewarded”

“As the almighty has sanctioned me on his behalf to clear your crimes”, announced the preacher.

 

Seeing the magic nothing more than a deception of the eye

And his cheap parlour tricks that screamed for attraction

I saw as the mass sway their faith from the God

Into the hands of a mortal who didn’t even knew what was destined.

 

Seeing the sight my heart melt in sorrow

And my pain grew seeing the humanity’s plight

That man is so desperate for miracles to turn the clock of his fate

That his forlorn soul has forgotten the art of labour and cherish the sweat.

 

And at that moment the truth struck me hard

That neither the preacher nor the bible can change the life solemn main

So, let us be up and doing with a heart for the truth and any fate

As, the religion and not the god is responsible for the man’s shipwrecked state.

 

So , i leave with you a question. Do you seek yourself or someone up in the heaven to grant you wishes? Don’t be Columbus and seek the truth that lies in your soul.Blog

 

Till then “पुनर्दर्शनाय”.

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