Sunday, February 22, 2009
Mystical Road.
All white through the day,
Then brows tear apart,
Seeing through the haze.
Judgement, falls through,
The wide gapping hole,
Then light sits within,
The contested soul.
Sweet melody of illusions,
will find its end,
Bonds linger awhile,
Then letting go.
Darkness sits aside,
Now a light holds,
The magic crystal,
Of the eternal soul.
Flying on the cosmic highway,
Beyond the speed of light,
Now it’s time to unite,
With the mystical road.
99.9%?
Today’s world history is being marked by innumerable cultural and economic battles, leaving only the innocent dead. In a time, where the separation between the rich and poor, the politicians and the commoners is increasing exponentially, is there still hope for peace? I remember, watching a speech President Bill Clinton made to the graduation class of Harvard 2007 on Class Day. He mentioned a fact, which has been known since we begun to understand our beginnings. “Each human on earth is 99.9% identical to the other, anywhere in the world. Then why do we continue, to only focus on the less than 0.1% that is different.” And he went further to explain that the underlying cause of all the angst was the fact that, that 0.1% has become more important to us than the 99.9% that is identical.
So, the question for humanity today is, will it be possible to accept the fact that we all are the same, irrespective of the vast superficial and cultural differences that less than 0.1% of variability causes? I feel, the fate of humanity might be resting on the answer to this dilemma.
A God Awaits.
A maze of life, I construct,
The whimsical war zone, I sculpt,
A broken identity, I proclaim.
The hanger of life, I flood,
A brutish laughter, I launch,
The watery love affair, I convey,
A swollen reward, I discard.
Turn inwards, a god awaits.
Final Stride..
haunting mystery, hope filled misery.
The tunnel of obscurity had come to an end.
Helix of life rested, resolved, sadly un-twirled.
The fallacy had faded as did the lies.
My chair stood still, as my mind swiveled about.
Years squandered to insert myself in a webbed corner,
All evaporated in a moment, leaving a dusty shadow.
Now I took my final stride,
As a pile of blistered ash.
Ms. Jii.
Eyes worn out, not sight
Mind worn out, not thoughts
The lines cris-cross her palm,
Creating an illusion of wisdom,
For all they tell is a tired tale,
An old woman with a young girl’s heart.
Dust has settled over her lids,
In the lines created by incident and pain,
The burden of years has stunted her height,
But behind the lids lies the truth untold,
The fires still burning
And the dreams still craving.
Sagging body shows the trails of defeat,
Her hairless head exposes the damage,
But the veins that run across spill the truth,
Of rich red blood still rushing,
And pulse burly throbbing.
A figure so small and fragile,
Holds a stick for support,
Unstable walks and trembling hands,
Make it hard for her to show,
The steady will her mind follows,
And dreams her hands can hold.
“Don’t be fooled by my persona,
It is only a show,
The body gets weak, and the mind gets sure,
That’s called being old”
The old woman yells,
with a spark in her soul,
“The fires gone, I’m no fool,
But the warmth still lingers,
Letting my soul forever grow”
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
Saturday, March 01, 2008
The universe is existent without us.
We don’t give the universe meaning;
rather we need to extract significance from it,
to empower ourselves.
What sense can souls that cuss before they pray, make?
So should we look above the minute details, of skin and hair?
Listen beyond the politics of the human race.
Feel past the comfort of a silky chase.
What about the empty space within us,
and the one exceeding into outer space?
There is still so much to know and explore.
And yet we tussle in the familiar,
over and over, creating a mess.
I don’t know how they do it.
All I want to do is, be happy and pursue a rationale.
Not one that involves judging others, and dragging them down.
Not one that entails, spitting shit out of my mouth.
Not one that cries of desperation and degrade.
Not a life full of pointless fears.
I want an existence, of smiles,
one without blood stained lips.
I want to understand the world,
without fueling any hate.
I want to see the atoms engage,
without blasting each others face.
There is no race, not human nor intellectual.
It is present only, in our self-made,
insecure cage.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, November 19, 2007
What was that sound?
Was it a hiss under some feet?
Or the sound of a crumpled autumn leaf?
Was it a cracked window shield?
Or the sound of a splinter into fleshy meat?
Was it a dead deer on the street?
Or the sound of an orphan getting beat?
finally within reach.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
as blood red and capital green.
Generosity is restricting,
due to lack of social responsibility.
The tortured are ignored,
as the anguish is lingering.
Self- preservation is priority,
due to perceived futility.
The world gets warmer,
as our hearts turn frosty.
We set the world afire,
due to a deficit in community.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
As dreams sat beside me,
I began to ignore,
Smashed to smithereens,
My courage refused to show.
And now I began to ignore,
The few steps between us two,
Always never seem to go.
But I began to ignore,
The effort to unite, is daunting,
Perhaps, since it might be unsure
I began to ignore,
The loss I would endure,
With nothing to hold
And now I began to ignore,
The piercing those ideas,
Will never be able to bestow
They could have been my own,
But I began to ignore,
The dreams left unclaimed,
Free, leaving me vain