Threads of time...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
The gods didn't answer his crying soul
much less could be expected from other folks
he moved like celestial stars
whose chores were already foretold
path already laid , orbit drawn
vectors pre-defined and universe confined
isolated,alone ,distanced yet drafted
its destiny sealed around a pebble
only powerfull enough not to let it go
just to shine with hellow and burnout
to keep the pebble warm and thriving
so much of energy,so much of potential
drained out constantly and ceaselessly
to support a whole so incomplete in itself
a star sacrificed on altar of pebble of yore
while the later gained in all bonhomie
nothing fell in star's fold ,consumed eventually
no warmth, no shimmer only eternal darkness and biting cold
a shining bright star turned into a black hole !
much less could be expected from other folks
he moved like celestial stars
whose chores were already foretold
path already laid , orbit drawn
vectors pre-defined and universe confined
isolated,alone ,distanced yet drafted
its destiny sealed around a pebble
only powerfull enough not to let it go
just to shine with hellow and burnout
to keep the pebble warm and thriving
so much of energy,so much of potential
drained out constantly and ceaselessly
to support a whole so incomplete in itself
a star sacrificed on altar of pebble of yore
while the later gained in all bonhomie
nothing fell in star's fold ,consumed eventually
no warmth, no shimmer only eternal darkness and biting cold
a shining bright star turned into a black hole !
Labels: Fallen Star....
Threads of time....
I am on my existential quest
Standing at cross roads of life
all alone in bewilderment
looking at the foot prints behind
a pair of two feets walked n walked
towards the journey to no man's land
over four decades of ceaseless toiling
of frugality,self-discipling,restraints
of controls and answerability
of responsibility and expediation
of ever increasing expectations
of lone battles with self within
of barrages of cynacism from without
of rat race to make ends meet
of constant fright and nag
of not a moment of respite
of democile's sword hanging
ready to cut my throat
to be with me as myself
ploughing thru mirage called life
i look back and wonder
when did i live last for myself
when did i actually lived
always under scanner
of where,what,who,why,how
where had my individuality melted away
where did my independence go
i see unscalable walls around
confinement and conformity
enslavement and annonimity
i feel like a tool crafted
for some purpose
used and finally discarded
as the edges go blunt
it no longer holds veracity
with utility gone,so shall the tool be
gone and bygone
buried under dust of time
sullied and muddled
rebuked and puzzled
much despised then loved
much ignored then tended
easily expanced in the end
would lie that soul dead
which actually never lived
the judges will announce verdict
anytime,anyhow,any which way
and call it a vagabond
a dis-illusioned scum
useless but not before
it has been milked well
there will be epitaphs
but no tears for Old folk
for those who owned him
would be the righteous one
basking in glory for tormenting
a soul which could have lived
was it not for their slimy folly
ambition,insecurity and lethargy
He could have lived some moments
before they squelched his soul !
Standing at cross roads of life
all alone in bewilderment
looking at the foot prints behind
a pair of two feets walked n walked
towards the journey to no man's land
over four decades of ceaseless toiling
of frugality,self-discipling,restraints
of controls and answerability
of responsibility and expediation
of ever increasing expectations
of lone battles with self within
of barrages of cynacism from without
of rat race to make ends meet
of constant fright and nag
of not a moment of respite
of democile's sword hanging
ready to cut my throat
to be with me as myself
ploughing thru mirage called life
i look back and wonder
when did i live last for myself
when did i actually lived
always under scanner
of where,what,who,why,how
where had my individuality melted away
where did my independence go
i see unscalable walls around
confinement and conformity
enslavement and annonimity
i feel like a tool crafted
for some purpose
used and finally discarded
as the edges go blunt
it no longer holds veracity
with utility gone,so shall the tool be
gone and bygone
buried under dust of time
sullied and muddled
rebuked and puzzled
much despised then loved
much ignored then tended
easily expanced in the end
would lie that soul dead
which actually never lived
the judges will announce verdict
anytime,anyhow,any which way
and call it a vagabond
a dis-illusioned scum
useless but not before
it has been milked well
there will be epitaphs
but no tears for Old folk
for those who owned him
would be the righteous one
basking in glory for tormenting
a soul which could have lived
was it not for their slimy folly
ambition,insecurity and lethargy
He could have lived some moments
before they squelched his soul !
Labels: My Quest for happiness....
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The Mould of thee ...
Labels: Entrapped Soul...
Sunday, August 19, 2007
The tormented soul ...
Is it Churning or rebirth of a new soul ?
Courage supercedes pains of birth
woman wringlles in seething pain
there are deafening cries and untold anxieties
crossing over the bridge of death and rebirth
a new lifs is born or was it already born
was alive dangling between to be or not to be
surrounded by darkness and imprisoned in the womb
it would feel all but couldn't communicate at all
no place to run ,nowhere to hide
no one to talk ,no one to confide
only receiving what befalls
thru the frazile umblical cord,
the only mute anchor of trust
not knowing what lies ahead
it still behold itself to survive
the relations are still unseen
faces are yet unknown
haves n have not yet not disclosed
it is existing in complete loneliness
what transpires in the mind
what goes on in that heart
what drives that sequine soul
what is more unbearable
the world of darkness and confinement
or the dancing orbs of light
and nuiances of journey called life !!!
Courage supercedes pains of birth
woman wringlles in seething pain
there are deafening cries and untold anxieties
crossing over the bridge of death and rebirth
a new lifs is born or was it already born
was alive dangling between to be or not to be
surrounded by darkness and imprisoned in the womb
it would feel all but couldn't communicate at all
no place to run ,nowhere to hide
no one to talk ,no one to confide
only receiving what befalls
thru the frazile umblical cord,
the only mute anchor of trust
not knowing what lies ahead
it still behold itself to survive
the relations are still unseen
faces are yet unknown
haves n have not yet not disclosed
it is existing in complete loneliness
what transpires in the mind
what goes on in that heart
what drives that sequine soul
what is more unbearable
the world of darkness and confinement
or the dancing orbs of light
and nuiances of journey called life !!!
Labels: A new life...
