A Deceiving Dream!

What if this life is a deceiving dream

And the promising death wakes us to the real world?

The eternal reality with ever flowing stream

and love and justice shall rule that real world.

It must be the world where the good-folk shall sleep,

sleep in peace after the dreadful nightmare here.

Yes in here, in this world where they suffered to keep,

Keep away from greed without any fear.

And those who feared the wake up shall fail,

fail desperately for indeed we shall all wake up,

Wake up to the eternal world and this isn't a tale,

a tale you may call it and ask me to shut up.

Well that's what the world did to all the facts.

When it was said that the earth revolves the sun,

The world ignored and it's usual to all real facts.

And later agreed "yes, in centre it's the sun!"

If only one shall believe the God is with justice

he shall break up his love for this deceiving dream.

Indeed the death shall wake us up to the world of justice.

And who knows then if we could remember this dream???!!!                                           

AZOIC TO ASYLUM!

I could sense something haunting me,

Something I couldn’t hear nor see.

Now and then it shadowed me

And that scary veil didn’t let me free.

What’s that?  I didn’t know.

I searched but failed in all my trials.

I tried many ways to let it go.

But it seemed all the numbers were wrong dials.

Neither music nor fun did help

to uncover that dark foggy veil.

My tears began to flow and I couldn’t help

but just let it go to end this tale.

Those tears did speak to the Almighty

what my words failed to convey,

And it cleansed the dark veiled guilty

and paved before me a new way.

It was my guilt that haunted me

Now my tears had loosened the chains to set them free.

My soul had moved from azoic to an asylum

And now it seems the heart does hum!

Who’s wrong?

The truth’s ever bright like the sun.

But at times, the ignorant clouds lessen its shine

In the eyes of Adam’s poor son

Now on earth, for rumours, it’s a chance so fine!

The triumphs for rumours begin.

None dares to look for the truth but a few.

Now how on earth will the truth win?

For its light has not reached me or you.

Who’s wrong? Never the truth that’s ever bright.

Is it the clouds? Oh no, they’re helpless.

Then the man? No, he can’t see beyond his eye sight.

Then who’s wrong...? I’m speechless!

Fine, let’s find the answer in patience

And wait until the clouds move apart!

The story of a fool!

I’ll tell you the story of a fool.

He was given the very sharp tool

and was asked to carve a statue

of his own choice and his own view

so as to stand as an imprint of his life

that would survive even after his life.

He thought and thought on what to make.

His doubts gave him a big headache.

To all he met, he asked and asked.

All, before him, preferred to be masked.

He spent his life dipped in thoughts

but couldn’t choose one and make it the best.

He passed away with the same thoughts

leaving the tool whose sharpness he never did test!

Waiting for...

Waiting for a peaceful night,

When the whole world can sleep tight,

When we find pleasure in every sight,

When none prepares for any fight,

When love climbs the highest of height,

When hatred has lost all its might,

When freedom is free and words are polite,

When unity makes works light,

When we have leaders who are better right,

And correct us for a mistake so slight,

When meeting others is always delight,

When we say “everything’s gonna be alright”,

When all trust in God in every plight.

Yes, I’m waiting for a peaceful night!

The Lamenting Lady

“Oh my son, lend me a moment.

You value not my words I know.

But I ought to make this comment

Into limitless cruelty, you now go.

 

He is your brother, yet you

Kill him like no other beast.

You squeeze his blood out to

Only quench your greed and feast.

 

I would die rather witness this.

Know he’s too born to me.

I can’t withstand the cry of his

That you can ignore with no mercy.

 

Hear me, leave him, and let him too live.”

Don’t you know the mother earth grieve?

" Yet that's me! "

At times, I hear, "you're not worth."

Then a coward rises and says, “I’m inferior

I achieved nothing since my birth.”

There my heart says, “It’s time to shut your fear.

Trust me because I beat just for you.

If only you could count the tears, if I stop beat,

You would badly realize how worth is you!

But delay not, conquer your fear and defeat.

They may say that you aren't beautiful

For you know beauty lies in the eyes.

Be just aware to keep me beautiful

and the eternal beauty all would once realize.

You may have forgotten to respect or ignored,

but I know you can’t behold them weep.

Sometimes you find yourself alone and bored

but always you have relationships to keep.

You may notice sometimes only I know what you mean.

You may explain in vain in all means and ways.

Yet all you could hear is “why are you so mean?”

At least you know those are sometimes ne'er always.

They may call you silly, useless, foolish or stupid,

But you’re different, so you don’t call them back.

You may not be atop to select but ne'er too low to forbid.

What matters is what you've, ne'er what you lack.

Mistakes are human but not for the God.

He made the creatures all worthy enough.

Blame yourself if you lost the trust in your Lord.

Now you may choose to cry or laugh.”

I chose to laugh and live with gratitude.

“Yes I’m worth”, now that’s my attitude.

I may be perfect or may not be.

Like me or like me not, yet that's me!