In despair with Hope

Following humanity's silent sighs,
I find blank faces and tired eyes.
Conscience sleeping in tight cocoons,
Religion sold in packets by buffoons.
Belief in words of people dead.
Yet not on the god gifted head
People help in hope of gaining more
And trust is sold on streets like a whore.
Life is torn apart in eternal strife.
Here death comes cheaper than life.
Fate is decided on the balance sheet.
The poor treated as a pile of meat.
I wander off in silence from this crowd.
In search of one who makes him proud.
A kingdom of conscience can be founded then,
The land we shall call kingdom of heaven.

POETRY

Of untraveled miles and a lady's smile,
Of fallen men and their last sighs,
Of glorious kings and their fabled rise,
I tell the stories of men and their heart.
Carry them to lands far apart.

A youngster once passed me on the road.
I rode his lips to become love's ode.
The warmth of love flowed through me.
That day, the beauty of man, I did see.
The world that he could build for Thee.

I flowed through the lips of a bard.
Telling the story of a young leopard.
Who fought to save his people from tyranny.
He had believed it to be his destiny.
So, fought like a lion for them, and then, saved the day.

I became the sermon of preachers old.
Who taught the lesson, to be brave and bold,
To love all, and from sin refrain,
To side with good, even at the cost of pain,
And to build a Kingdom of Heaven for Him.

I was the ballad of the eldest king.
Whose greatness people often sing.
He was worthy, wise and just,
He won both people's heart and trust.
Many men through ages I knew, like him though, were precious few.

I have witnessed a man's inconsolable pain,
Through my words I have let them drain.
I have been the broken heart's wail.
I have been the widow's tear,
I have been the lonely orphan's fear.

Feelings, O man! you have not felt,
Seasons you have never known,
Lands you shall never see,
Are all somewhere hidden in me.
But to explore them all, you must explore me.

TO U MY FRIENDS

(This is to all my friends who made me what I am, molding me as the potter shapes clay into a vessel. You gave whatever I did not have, and all that I have is yours. You are what holds me together, and make me all that I am.)



To the fickle, thought.
To the weak, strength.
To the strong, wisdom.
To the wise, action.
To action, precision.
And to me, you my friend.

To life, breathe.
To fire, heat.
To sun, light.
To wind, strength.
To earth, gravity.
And to me, you my friend.

To ship, anchor.
To tree, root.
To fallen, faith.
To desperate, hope.
To believer, God.
And to me, you my friend.

To rose, fragrance.
To warrior, courage .
To lady, grace.
To moon, beauty.
To sea, depth.
And to me, you my friend.

TRICKY LOVE

Fell in love with an old miss,
All it took was just a kiss.
Lit me with her fire inside,
Gave me a whole new insight.

On my lip she is found always.
Comes to rescue in uncanny ways.
Closest when among my friends.
Supporting me in tragic ends.

Yet I always put her alight.
Rejoice in her embers bright.
Kick her butt in the end.
What message do I send?

Treacherous, cunning, unmanly,
You infer that of me mostly.
Beg, please do not misinterpret.
I was just talking of cigarette.

CLOCKWORK LIFE

I live, live like the clock's persistent tick-tock.
Doing little but representing the inevitable.
Channeled by the constraints and vagaries of life.
Guided by the needs and dreams of others.
Propelled by a gale of responsibilities.
Lighting my life are the thunderstorms that, fall
in my voyage through the ocean, this world.
Knowing little of its ends or purposes, just following
The current where I find millions
Other vessels both great and small, all following,
Seeing and sensing the same world.
But is that all?
Am I just a reflection of all around me?
An inanimate mirror with no ingenuity,
No ownership, no creation
But just a single lingering string of breathes
Held together by the monotonous lub-dubb
Yet when I close in to the great precipice of death
An uncomfortable emotion rises, fear.
Fear that rises from the embers of a dying fire
Fire that led me through this long tedious voyage
And as the last ember dies, I fall off
And pass into the never ending void of death
And all my existence is wiped off by the ocean's wave
I and all that was mine are dead.

Love-Life

Life seems to me a chain,
Am I turning insane?
Find it difficult to breathe,
Love bites my heart with piercing teeth.

Standing on the threshold of heaven,
With love throbbing in my vein.
Running away from life, where I suffocate
Where everything seems inadequate.

Inadequate is the science I know,
'Cause it does not allow emotions' free flow
Inadequate is the language I speak,
'Cause I do not get the words I seek.

Inadequate I am without you,
Living Life, that is not true.
A body that in it, has no heart,
Your beauty has torn it apart.

Eyes that I see, are only brown,
And in those lovely depths I wish to drown.
Want to live my life in a daze,
Lost in your eyes lovely maze.