I am, Love

Before the beginning, I begin,
After the end, I remain,
I am, Love.

To some I am beautiful,
To others, I am dutiful,
I am, Love.

In the darkness of space,
To the centre of the earth,
I am,Love.

From a mother to her adolescent child,
To a lover a beautiful delight,
I am, Love.

For the thinkers, I am deep.
For the hippies, a piece of weed,
I am, Love.

In wars I become Gandhi,
When in bed, I become rage,
I am, Love.

To Morrison, I am his poetry,
To Valkyries just their rugged jacket,
I am, Love.

I start with "L" for the lovers
And I end with "E" for the enemies,
I am,Love.

Without me one becomes many,
With me many is one,
I am, love.

The Hyperreality Syndrome

Beyond desire lies dullness,
Beyond emotion lies vagueness.

Beyond river lies ocean;
Beyond reality lies portion.

Beyond surface lies depth,
Beyond life lies death.

Beyond desperation lies emptiness,
Beyond love lies loneliness.

Beyond conciousness lies stillness,
After drugs I lie senseless.

Beyond stars lie space,
Beyond my body I wish to escape.

Beyond sorrow lies waiting,
Without karma I am nothing.

Beyond touch lies grasping,
After sacrifice lies repenting.

Beyond  infinity lies God,
Or is it the other way around.

The hills of Kimberly

Drops of hand woven sunlight;
Glides across the space with its might.

A cherub here and a goat there,
God's design work under care.

two lonely cowboys on their black mountain rover,
Rush away the herds from the silent mover.

Stream of water cutting every stone,
Flowing with them are logs alone.

The hills have a mystic serenity,
with clouds around it gives a heavenly proximity.

As shadows wash the plains,
My emotions almost breaks away from the devils chain....

Some say the place is very silent,
But, I hear the sound of silence;
And its quite eloquent.

Down the slopes lies a graveyard with a deserted view;
Souls rises from within a but leaves the world without you.

And finally the lights fade away slowly;
A day well spent on "The hills of Kimberly".

The curse of oblivian!!!!

Born on the ides of july;

I have the same caesarian blood in my veins,

The same grandeur,the same passion,

To rule the world.

But there is some dissimilarity;

Neither I have a Pompey to fight,

Nor a fellow compatriot like Antony.

But one thing i have in me;

Which even the great caesar cant match.

The feeling to be different!!

To be basking in the light of Zelon;

And not the sun,

To be in a black cloak,while the world is covered in white;

All this tough work,just for one sole purpose,

to live till eternity;

To be never forgotten...........

This is the greatest desire i have!!

But what have i done to fulfill my wishes,

Spend my days with a woman unkind;

watch the stars until dawn,

Dreaming on till hours without reason;

While awake writing some useless stuff;

All this will be gone in vain.

Useless and unworthy;

While all i am doing is just hoping and praying,

That the curse of oblivian doesnt fall on me!!!!

Whispers of a broken heart!!!!!

Gazed upon with the feeling of hate,

He is that tiny rat!

Desolution thou compatriot,

And accusation,your regular enemy,

Scampering on roads,running and screaming.

The fear of being crushed,

the fear of being abondoned.

He lives under the shadow of other creatures,

Yet seeks out fot the light,

Which is not in his destiny,

But dont we make our own destiny.

Not with this poor fellow,

All the gifts he ever receives are in his dreams;

Which is limited to his small sleeping hours.

Honked by big cars or being chased by dogs.

Always in hunt for a shelter.

Whatever he acquired was hastily taken back,

And he never cursed;

With fears of the whole universe

All he is able to do is whisper!!!

Those whispers which even the pied piper could not hear;

Does a rat have a heart??
I dont know,does anyone???
Yet when listened carefully.....

there are sumthing which his broken hearts wants to convey;

A feeling so true,

It makes my vision blurry.

My hands tremble to go further;

I stop,but only to feel worse,

I see that rat praying........

His tiny eyes closed,

Dont know what he prays for???

Maybe,

for happiness,

for companionship,

for food,

for forgiveness,

Or for another life!!!!!!

Insomnia

Tick tock tick tock;

The monotonous clock does its work;

For ages it seems.

But still it hasn't tired.

Unlike me!

For twelve rainy days,

My eyes haven't seen darkness.

The darkness, I really crave for,

Because it holds the key for my survival;

I haven't dreamt for a long time,

How i miss them??

Even the bad ones!!

I crave for dreams in which beasts devour me,

Yet all i see is the fan swinging.

Dont't they sleep....

don't they seem frustrated?

And i envy them so much,

One...........two............three............

the clock runs away.

And i begin to slip into a cave;

But there is a difference,

The cave isn't dark,

Its full of light

And i suddenly realize what is happening to me.

Its insomnia!!!

For me there is neither total darkness nor total light.

I am in between;

Like a glass half filled;

Like a river on a downward hill

I feel, i am living two lives;

For me night never prevails

The sun is always up there for me,

And i can't make it disappear

But the worst part,

Is the cynical feeling of being in every place.

Every road,every house is familiar to me

I seem to be in that place earlier before

Yet i cant remember when??

A deja Vu!!!

I again try like the spider.

Am i succeeding?

Tick tock tick tock...........

Here it goes again.

One..........two..........three.........

And i keep staring.................................................................

.........................................

Rise..........................for those below.

Stoop........................to feel earth.

Cry...........................to make others laugh.

Smile........................for hope.

Doubt........................to eradicate lies.

Believe.......................to instill truthfulness.

Run.............................for the crippled.

Stop.............................the injustice.

Shout...........................for your belief.

Numb...........................for deaths.

Hail...............................to the helper.

Stone.............................the betrayer.

Keep ................................thy promises.

Break................................racial discrimination.

Fight.................................for your right.

Peace................................for a better tomorrow.

Share..............................thy happiness.

Steal................................others sorrow.

Help...............................a needy.

Abondon..........................the tyrannt.

Pray...............................for everyone.

Curse..............................no one.

Live...............................for today.

Die.................................another day.

Lost....

Sitting in my creaking chair;

I begin.....

A tale meaningless, unheard,and boring;

It has all the attributes of being the epitome of failure,

Yet i wish to carry on,

Its about someone whom i liked;

Someone whom i waited eagerly,

someone whose voice was like music;

I was incomplete without her,

She was like a breadth of hope,

A pinch of madness;

and a full teaspoon of laughter;

And i loved her the same way a beggar loves crumbs of bread,

after being hungry for a fortnight.

I had seen a dream of being with her till eternity.

But i forgot,

Eternity is too far a journey.

And life is full rocks.

you stumble upon sum,

and find yourself on the earth.

Laughed,mobbed,and booed.

I stretched my hand for a support.

A support which I expected from her.

But to my discomfort,

it wasn't there.

Did something go wrong?

I never knew nor will i know.

Because she was gone;

Into the shadows of night,

Away from the sun.

Once i had a dream.

A dream to make her a world made of two sky,

One above the other,

So that she can have more shooting stars to make a wish.

But it was only a dream.

I wish i could tell more about the night.

the night when the heaven and the earth were equal.

But, alas!!

I can't go far.

My chair is broken and my desires all lost.....

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