Self Awareness

Illusion; dare not look for a lost night

Darkness of mind

Disappeared with a bleak thought

Of a vision, of a reason

Of a long awaited rainbow,

Love and prosperity...

Days; at the edge of time

restless before the darkness

too short too quick to vanish

freedom of an eye;

Too abrupt, too blind...

Nights; usurper of a freedom

Treacherous of any image, glory

Of a thought, uncontrollable

Circumstances make ideals fall

Break in the darkness of mind

Hold our souls under the wings

Of disparity and hate....

Illusions, become reality, dreams

Become an unending race,

Of evasion, hypochondriac belies

Hung out of lust,

Following a road of an unanswerable,

Mystical boredom of unattainable 

magic of----

Self-awarenss.

Breakaway Now

Let us remove these hurdles

Enter the density of love

Passion and emotion

Let us breakaway from these

Ethos and find

Tranquility;  Abundantly scattered

Beyond these logos, lights and

Frenzy hypocrisy!

Let us define. touch, feel;

Shed away the remorse,, Seek

Through the eyes; Those mountains

Flowers, those rainbow; beyond

These erected tall sophisticated

Emblems of hate, greed, of

Misery, of discrete!

Let us search ourselves

Our hearts, our souls our images

Our utterly destroyed human minds

Before it rain with tears

And glory of our hearts

Disappears!

Sundance

Loins followed their own 

Shadows,

Ran after each other,

For many, Many long year

Until

They turned grey!

Music mumbled in the ears

As voice trembled for million

Light-years, Then

Lions danced, Followed their voice

In a huge circle, One day in

One Day out!

Fresh air danced around,

Lions walked, Tired through

The helm; Dismayed, Looked

At each Other, Ready to dance

One more time

Under the sun for a last

Sundance!!

Last Hope

One day the chased

A lost bird:

The other day they followed

A rainbow:

Far away over those hills, Beyond those

Giant mountains,

Into the valley of wild multi-Coloured

Flowers of sanity.

Yesterday, They announced their 

Return to the media

Posed for snapshots tired

They looked, Ok they were

But

Glimpse to seek their presence

Attracted young and old alike

On the TV and at the scene shouted

One old grey - haired lady

From the very end of the crowd

"Did you bring that bird of sanity?

Give it to me..... at least show it

To me -- Once, only once

They looked at each other

Smiled a half smile

Brought out of their bag

The lost bird, But dead...

Bowed their heads in despair

And their eyes dropped tears on the ground!

Decaying Self

Old, wooden bridge will fall,

Sooner or later

Under which a poor old lady

Hungry, deprived:

Lives and thinks

To live for many more years

To come

In her home.....

Logs are cracking, Nails

Metal rods are already fallen

Into the depth of that stagnant water:

For many, many years-When

She was young 

Dashing and beautiful...

Still hungry and deprived

At the same place

In the same house:

Under the bridge; Decaying as she

For very long,

Under the thundering misery,

Next to that stagnant water 

With the bridge,

And decaying times! 

A Dream In A Snowfall

Dream, In which a hungry lion

Walks through the lanes

Of human reality.

A dream where moon has a milky shine,

Where star's shine blinds frozen images

(Who were alive once): Begging to

The naked humanity (Who has lightless eyes and frozen ears).

For help

These Images...

Begging for help...

These images are (parhaps) the images of god,

The one who lives in the heart and soul

And, the helplessness of the ones who,

Were and are powerful and delivering

To no one who asks for Help

Those ready hearts and empty souls

Wander in the jungle of stilled prophecies,

Thundering to conquer the flesh

And then let it burn till the end

This end becomes an end

To a dream: yet alive and moving

Though sightless, Soundless

Walking through the lanes

Of human reality,

For sometimes and is and will be

Begging for help...

Le Monde

Derriere le station....

One french boy dreamt

Of the day when those birds flew

To abandon this land-colour

Of love disappeared to the skies

The darkness fell to the land

Of sorrow and darkness...

Derriere La Jardin....

One cute little girl shouted

And ran towards le station

To play with the birds: to sing

With the scent of flowers

Beauty of the moon,

Shine of the stars-- "Mon ami...."

She cried, wept till the rain would

Come to sweep her tears away,

Thunders bombed her ears: Light

Blinded her beautiful blue eyes: She cried,

"Mon Ami" Till that man appeared

Who looked at her and then at the sky

He cried too...

"Le monde, full of sufferings-Le monde

Let this girl smile, Laugh and play-- Oh,

Le monde, bring those birds for joy,

For singing, for dancing.... Not for me... I have suffered enough

But for this little girl:

Just for her....."

Gods

Gods survived

The sleep of unknown

Mist:

And the reason

Of life

Fire and death...

Earth moved

And reason looked down

At the fiery tomb of light

Where God survived,

Of their unknown mist:

The mist of love or hate

The image of death or life

The haste of move or state

The vision of light or dark...

Reason of immortality

And sleep of lights

All fell in the lap:

the lap of Gods:

The Gods of destiny

Of life or death

Of reason of mist!

Self & Hunger

Rethink!

The freedom of self

And make a life which shines:

Further away from the jungle

Where people die for life

And live in the eyes

Of a beholder

Happy or unhappy...

Religion,

The hunger of goods

Who died and relived

Who rose and fell

To the glory and shame

Of the times:

And rose forever

Unto the light of a self...

Remake!

The lost imagination

Which tickled

The rhyme of a body

Of the lost dreams:

Freedom of a self

Hunger of Gods

Beware of yourself

And look for the light

Light of the light

Before the reason

Of self and hunger....!

A Prayer

                                               The world is asleep and the skies are dark
                                               Feathers are scattered and the word is gone
                                               Bring those songs which birds once sang
                                               Bring those hymns which brightness sprang.

                                               Oh, Furry isn't over and my soul isn't right
                                               Life isn't chaste and the way isn't bright
                                               All over dark stole name of that myth,
                                              Renaissance of freedom voiced day of a might.

                                              Undo, who can, that one was done
                                              Before those words one sang that name
                                              Found in their eyes that shine that reason
                                              Handed them the word that wisdom that name

                                             Oh, Freedom of this name, Oh, reason of this life
                                             Let home free the spirit and the power of that love,
                                             Brightness of the souls and magic of thy self
                                             For me, for them, For rest of us.