The God's Design

 

The fluttering pages of my book

confirmed the purgatory

my speaking mind embarks all the time.

Denying the flaws of human instinct

no tragedy can alter God’s design...

Whoa! The God, I said,

he ain’t around to see the pain

that surrounds the vein... in vain...

and the hope we live in

ain’t true, is it ...?

No, naught,

So what...

It is God’s design!!!

Empty Spaces

It’s rather strange... isn’t it?!!

How the world emptied

inch by inch ...!

They murmured ... “it is the end,

Leave everything Don’t make any vows

don’t pry don’t dare you cry

Tears will weaken you

bury you somewhere in time....”

But there it is ..forever.. the oblivion ..

the destiny designed

for everything and everyone

that has ever been created...

Diverged and rearranged...

For a better me and a better you!!

So the end it seemed...

was just a point of view!!!

Finally We could only Deny

the reminiscing ..

to find a subtle beginning !!!

Fading Colours

All the colours of the world

are doomed to fade away ....

All the beauty to fall and Love to stray..

Whatever echos life,

echo death all along...

but the soul nurtures itself

With an alluring song...

For the ways to the heart of Good...adorned,

Wants to live through eternity, With a joyous beyond......!!

The lost wings

Them are the lost wings

of the birds unknown,

to the world captivated

inside the human consciousness.

Stretched all along the bones and brains,

conspiring to be released, setting themselves free.

Frightened yet devious enough

to unsettle the long met arrangements.

What stealth them, Then

Restored them, why?

Now the freedom is monotonous,

as if watching the left out versions,

Of the breeze felt, the greens sought,

the songs sung

lands fought …

Everything is the same

Every time, the same ….!!

Silence of the sea

A silence of the sea
wander within me 
to pilgrimage unknown
a path unborn...so forlorn
I remain to pain
praying
in silence though
for blushing meadows of
days to come
nights to grow
pale fragile and old
nurturing one absolute hollow
fathoming silence
 till the end that follow

A silence within
for oneness with him.

The dungeon

Life is like a dungeon
Where 
Lost You are ...trapped and 
Deprived and wounded 
Of Swelling hearts 
With anxious desires 
Unfulfilled through Ages they seem
With gruesome realities Lingering to soul 
Condemning spaces You swear them all
The chance the luck which favours me
And you ..oh ! naught
You wail
With a 
motionless err 
(Ah ! the fascinations
Of a metaphor )
But still await the morning Sun ...
do you!!!??
The beam the ray 
of hope for sight
To dream of love
And to see the end of plight...?
(The sparkle of a star behold the treachery)
But alas!! Aren't We humans 
Peasants  Of destiny

The cloudy mist of emotions 
rising Over the realms of piety 
Or dungeon walls that might reflect
The past the present 
the future prospects
Could ask for a wishful living 
In the solemn palms of death 
But could that be end of it all
Which was ...which is here 
And that could ever be

Cosmic revelations

Cosmic revelations
I beg your pardon
I am just a planet I know
Setting me free ain't no easy
Moving in rounds ..dead slow
Insights ...the fights
My withering might
All of this in wane ?
My sun's too far
Or too near to scar
Who am I really ..
to complain
So just let it be I say
Let it be any way ....