Creations’ Death

Onwards upon this strange behest,

The everlasting earths’ one call,

I walk with the fear of failing my quest:

Lest mine be a true soul’s true fall;

For in this feral void of disaster,

Lay those dispelled by the lone eraser-

His black sorcery to continue,

His perfect balance to review and renew,

They put most in plight-,

Allow few the gift of flight,

Dark that arises from the light:

Myriad shadows through myriad suns-

Banished, nevertheless His own sons.

With pain and delusion came the first day,

And their lightless life was ticking away-

When He turned to His punishing face,

Turned existence into a race,

Imprisoned minds in heaven and hell:

And with a vortex of lies He does quell.

How can I call such my father?

When I love one and another?

Paths do fork, and may have mislead,

Many a traveler may perish in dread:

Unsure of which path to tread…

Angels who rebelled against-

But angels still in their core essence,

Questioning can not be a sin,

So why’ve we been lead, to expel it from within?

Which true being, angel or mortal-

Would ever restrict, the flow of nature,

Would ever unsteady, her ancient anchor? 

Remember love, and forget sin-

Mistakes are natural, embrace nature,

And search within.

Conscious steps lead to freedom,

Truth is and truth will enlighten:

Recall these words when in dark despair,

And tell your tale, but tell it fair.

(Inspired by Philip Pullman’s ‘His Dark Materials’ Trilogy.)

Questions and Contemplations

Living; a succession,

Of actions and events,

Of love and delusion,

And their consequence.

Of hope and trust,

Of blunder and fate,

It never concludes,

For it never commenced.

People and places,

Vanish into a labyrinth that astounds;

Belief and imagination,

So intimately bound.

Creativity created,

And the tale still weaves,

With twists, with turns,

And wonder and strife-

Drawing everything that is and exists,

Into a vortex: a whirlwind called life.

It seems so bizarre,

To be living,

Hanging on the brink,

Of such a slight chance.

Life is a word,

That someone defined:

Tell me, if it remained unheard,

Would each breath we take, still keep us alive?

I question who we are,

But slaves of our own making?

Ruled by restrictions,

Created ourselves?

Imprisoned by emotions,

We’ve defined ourselves?

And restricted by time,

We measure ourselves?

Would we die if we were never alive?

Could we sing without knowing music?

Could we see without knowing sight?

And would we be wrong, if we were never right?

Oh, this world is curious,

Disguised as nude,

But in truth is cloaked;

In attempt to elude:

Skeptical minds,

And wandering souls-

For they remain detached,

From her earth: her soil and water,

Instead they seek something deeper,

They tear her apart, not feeling her pain:

They search her for meaning,

Not knowing she has naught,

They remain, as they are: 

Unsighted, naïve and condescending. 

           

Lost Tales of Love and War

Tales untold,

Profound, bitter,

Curtained by shadows,

Veiled in mist,

Lost in dim expanses-

Now unfurl,

Before my eyes,

Unheard voices,

Speak over again,

Forgotten scenes recalled,

Neglected oaths considered;

Is elucidation to come?

Or are we to remain,

Shrouded in eternal darkness?

Once more…

Wars resumed over mislaid causes,

Aged romances roused,

Conquered fear is yet liberated-

Unimpeded, entering our souls,

But with it overlooked joy is reinstated,

And lost hope is found.

Fiery eyes,

Stare once again,

Evil without reason;

And Angels rise,

Untainted and pure,

Flowing like fresh water,

Spreading love as they flow.

One is all and one will remain,

Love is and love overcame,

War rises, from but love,

Hate would not be, but for love;

Love relates as love sees,

Love calls as love feels,

Love shatters as love builds,

Love confronts, as she shields.

These tales tell much,

But they achieve much more:

Memories can reduce you to tears,

Legends make strong hearts sore,

And soft words are sufficient to dispel most fears…

Long Nights and Fresh Beginnings

Bursts of lightning lacerate the blue,

Stars are veiled, dreading identification,

The lone light is accompanied by thunder,

And neon streaks are all I can go by…

Why do I feel the earth is breaking, before my very eyes?

Is it just His vengeance?

Or is it something else?

Why won’t She stop her elegy?

Doesn’t she know,

That tears are contagious?

I know it’ll all be over,

But the child inside exposes itself,

And I’m filled with terror-

Searching for cover,

Although I don’t really need it.

Oh for the night to be over!

Morning just broke,

Echoing the first light,

Drenched in dew,

Sunk in radiance-

A fresh start,

My fears are washed away,

Once more.

Rough times always make the good seem better,

Warmth always makes the cool colder;

Fright is always pursued by respite,

Just as tears are chased by joy:

And long nights by fresh beginnings.

Drift Away Into the Whole

Beauty evident in everyway,

Selfless, mindless, yet full of heart,

Brimming with love,

Shared without need of being repaid.

Listen without your ears,

See with your heart,

Think by feeling,

Observe- it’s a start.

Peace, unadulterated joy,

Discover it within,

Let your being sing openly,

Don’t shy, be wholehearted,

Release yourself of pessimism.

Distinguish your life,

Sense your soul,

Feel special, be beautiful,

Lose yourself to love,

Drift away, into the whole…

The Land of Noor

Twinkle on, twinkle on,

O Star as bright as only Thou can be,

O Star of Divinity.

Light up your land,

She calls for you,

As the veil of eternal darkness,

Slowly engulfs her.

The veil that must be lifted,

Lifted to reveal a land of vitality,

A land of sheer beauty.

This is the tale of a land,

Once called the land of the night,

A land which has since transformed,

Into the land of Noor

The land of light.

A land of life,

A land of vivacity,

A land of colors,

A land of the element water,

Its garb white streaked with aqua.

A land that radiates your light,

A land that revels in your essence,

The essence of purity,

A land that is, and will always be.

Twinkle on, twinkle on,

O Star as bright as only Thou can be

O Star of Divinity