Creator and slave

All the stars were shinning bright in the darkened night

The light was dazzling white

But at a distance, not the surface of the blanket of night

Though dazzling white

They were unable to lift the darkness of the night.

What does it mean 

Are they powerless

Without  might? 

Or just that are too far away out of sight.

Given their might and power 

Of the scorching heat and light

That any darkness is alien to them

But in a different world, at a different time frame

On this world they appear as mere twinkles

So does the human life

Sparking somewhere

And powerless elsewhere

As the question is we fit when , how and where

As man is the creator and slave of his own Hour

The waves and shore

The huge waves are coming and dashing against the shore

Thin streaks of white foam lurking to them

The bluishness of the deep sea is no longer apparent

But a muddy hue and turbulence and nothing more

Had it been better if the waves stayed in the deep sea

But alas!

There are no waves in the deep sea

Few foot steps we see near the shore

None knows who came and left

Few small and few big steps

Few shallow and few deep steps

Some going into the sea and further into the ocean

Some away from the sea and into the shore and further to the jungle

Lying wide and dense for sure

A mysticism is lying hidden and exposed at the same time

A humming is audible in an unknown rhyme

The MAGIC

Put out the lamp and let him sleep
For he has been awake dreaming the whole night
Now it's dawn approaching
And he has to start a new day after this short sleep.

Down on his nerves he tried to sleep off his worries
But they grew exponentially beyond control
With his heart pounding breaths racing
He wakes up and decide
To dream to replace his worries

The magic he discovered
To dream of sunny days when everything is dark
When everything seems hopeless
Commit to extraordinary hard work

Passage

In that rage he darted out from home, from life from his country
Now a vast and endless road lies ahead
He feels like lifeless looking at the road ahead
Not ready to bid adieu to his own country

But then what will he do here
That's the question he need answer
If not here where
That's another question another answer

Pure demons he has fought
In his thoughts though and imaginations
Now at the start of this endless road
Real courage and real heroism he sought

There are these devils around
 Make things worse and find still no peace
For even God can't treat the mind unsound

But he can't regret coming out in a fit of rage
For that path is his way of life, his passage

Destiny's child

Some thoughts arise haphazardly, some wild ideas and dreams run

Run amok run amok

The more I try to catch the more the shun

But I run following them 

My life my dream-run

One day as the child I had a dream to reach the stars

The stars glow and I sit their shadows

Think and recollect what I dreamt and what I got

Are not much different someone in my ears whisper

I turn back to see who was that

Then I realized it was destiny

Against which I have no mutiny

As I am the child of destiny

There is duality but proceed

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Satan stares and sighs sluggishlyThe yawn fades slowly
Then the jaws droop and the lids fall
The steam moves on ecstatically

The air goes thinner and the bliss thicker
the dark clouds  lurk beneath
And the rainfall and windy ways
Become hazy and bleaker

But the ways taught me to walk
To strive further and further
The sharpest gravels and sweetest dreams to counter
The baby steps it took care of
My biggest misdeeds were forgiven off.
And it carved my paths
infused in me the strength to traverse off

Why then my steps quiver
Why then I feel the shudder
Thinking about my melancholic sojourn.

The labyrinth of life spun perplexing and wide
The lone traveller searches it's fate
With hopelessness  and hope like ebb and tide.
 

Uneasy coexistance

The giant is howling and rolling on the ice

The moonlight bathed valley is basking in the glory

The lone archer is ready and starts aiming

treacherously cold and windy is the night

His gaze fixed and breaths controlled

In the ambience of the grand fight.

The freezing wind swirls punishingly

The monster laughs menacingly

The night is alive in the great duel

It’s the duel.

Cry wicked beast for thou art powerful now

Let the day break and I destroy thee

This duel within me for so long I fought

For now is the time I vanquish thee I vow

But alas! the valley again covered by the pervading darkness

The archer returns as does the monster

So another day another night another duel

For now the uneasy uncomfortable coexistence foolishness.

Life after death

Beside the roaring river roll the spirits
Of the deceased men and women and kids
What their lives might have been what mysteries they kept hidden
Each might have lived a happening life deserving its merit.

The sunny mornings come and go charmingly yet motionless for them
The rain drops fall and the earth fragrances full
The breeze flows silently or violently
But it’s all hush hush silence for them.

What a life they might have lived
Full of sound and fury pomp and glory
Now but rolling spirits on the banks of the roaring river

Do they hope ? Do they dream ? Do they scream?
Even their near and dear loved ones dread their dream and scream

Nothing changes
The village temple bells ring
The dawn darts in and the dusk darts out
The pinkish hue is created everyday by sun rising
The world moves on but they are missing

Are they dead or it’s life after death brimming

THE BEGINNING

Standing at the base of the tower
High upward I do stare
With my never-ending enthu and hope
To leave no stone unturned
To reach there.