Golden Corridors and Stone Walls

Strike’em hard they are coming at you,
they have glinting blows to get them through.

What makes you think they are treacherous fools,
don’t they know I’m the king of this zoo.

I’ve been through there present and your past,
they’ll make you flee and you’ll be an outcast.

My fleets are strong, they’ll them see through,
but when I’m done with them,I’ll deal with you.

Traveler shook his head, vanished from the sight,
soon the hands with drinks were engulfed by night.

Fed on vermin banished from the sight,
the dark night made him remember the light.

Strike’em hard they are coming at you,
they have glinting blows to get them through.

He scratched the walls as echoes hit his head,
moonlight struck him sharp on the stone bed.

The Silent Observer

Blood being spilled for apiece of land,
destroying their paradise with their own hand.
Looking at each other with utmost hate,
not thinking about actions that are destroying their fate.
Sowing guns as the seeds,
reaping bombs from Saffron fields.
Sitting in midst of this war,
trapped like a fly in a jar.
When people ask me what am I doing,
I say I am silently observing.

Provoked on name of religion,
loosing the power to reason.
Opening their arms to hail the red dawn,
in th e process ignoring the bloody Sun.
The roads being bombed by the tanks,
innocent people dying on the flank.
Breaking into his own home to do the theft,
now chaos is all but left.
Doing nothing to manage the situation,
I am just silently observing the poisonous potion.

Death coming from all the directions,
their country being cut into sections.
Hooded beasts ruling their land,
saying they are doing it for them.
Slip of character due to oil,
sowing seeds on other man’s soil
Making their life hell,
ghost is creating riots from its shell.
What am I doing for my kin,
I am silently observing flask of all the man’s sin.

An Unfathomable Question

What is life? To me life has always been a wild goose. I have been chasing it since my childhood but still haven’t found a trace of it. It has always been a thing lying on the horizon, the more I chase it the more distant it appears. But in my quest to find or a more apt word should be to discover life , I have been to many places. Though in reality there are not many places I have been , but is the physical form only way to travel, can’t you travel through your mind. I have traveled through my mind, I have been to the weirdest of places I have been to the lush green prairies, to the deepest of oceans, to the darkest of dungeons, to the tallest of mountains. Everywhere I saw a different form of life in practice. But none I saw satisfied me. I saw life in forms of Ants who work tirelessly in summer to store food for winter but again collect food in winters, I saw life in form of birds who fly away from scarecrow not because they fear it but because its a game which amuses them,thus giving up their food for the sake of amusement, I saw life in form of beggars who go here and there and beg just to get one time’s meal but instead of eating they waste their earning to loose their senses. I saw life in the form of dogs who lick their master’s feet only to get a bone thrown for their food but instead of eating it they store it in a pit, I saw life in the form of a female snake who with all her love gives birth to many children but eat them when she’s hungry, then I saw life in form of an ordinary human being doing all the hard work for a piece of paper known as money which he will discard after some time like he discarded old copper coins. So the question that still stands like an unconquerable state is “What is life?” Food, amusement, greatness, happiness, children,work, money or ……………………………………………………………………

Nothing

Property Of Chameleon

Let me begin with an incident of my life. It was the day when my grandfather’s younger brother died, he had some property but had no heir. So while his wife and other ladies were lamenting on his death, the question among all his relatives was to whom the torch of fire will be handed over in order to cremate his body meaning who will be the heir to his property. That was the day when I saw greed in the most expressionless eyes. All the myths and respects broke like a mirror which presented everyone as an Angel. That day I saw the hunger of a materialistic thing in most ancient of eyes. I understood the true nature of The Man. We are no different from a Chameleon who changes its color to save
his skin,in my view we the so called greatest creation God are worse than the stinking Reptile who changes color to save its own skin.

A Man can change color for the slightest of his gains.We call the gain ours. We call everything ours land,power, food, gain, loss, joy,sorrow. But nothing is ours even our body belongs to the Earth from which it was generated and where it will ultimately disintegrate. We laugh for something which is not ours, we cry for something which is not ours,we fight over something which is not ours, we die for something which is not ours. So what is ours, what is our purpose of coming to this mortal world? The answer is our thoughts. Our thoughts never die,even when our bones will be decomposed by a small microorganism, even when the car we drive will become an ancient artifact. Our thoughts never die they live on, that is what in religions is known as Spirit. We live on through our thoughts. We can change the whole perspective of this mortal world, given we convey our thoughts to others.

My Boat And The Whirlpool

As darkness creeps in,
I feel a tinge in my heart,
every dream I had is dissolving in the dark.
I am riding a boat which is sinking very fast,
I am blind and I am chasing a wild goose ,
As my boat heads towards Whirlpool.

Many invisible hands are pulling me in a death pool,
darkness is taking control over my soul,
I cry in the vast ocean of darkness,
but there is no light to help me here,
I feel another surge towards death pool,
As my boat towards Whirlpool.

The ocean is toying with my boat,
the sky is laughing on me,
I am trying to defy all odds,
but every coming tide hits reality on my face.
The grim reaper smells its prey and gives fire more fuel,
As my boat head towards Whirlpool.