Miraculous Mirage

O! How I long for a miracle
that sets all things right in this life debacle
one flick of a wand, one chant of a magical spell
clears all the wilderness away;making journey a swell.

On my window I see trees gigantic fly away,
buildings both marvelous and stupid pop out of the way
waving hands become part of the backdrop forgotten soon
as the train steers its way thro' multi-colored monsoon.

Ample opportunities I was given by the generous train
to drop all past behind and walk into unknown
many stations it halts both crowded and desolated
for me to jump and catch the life altered.

I shook my head at the chances so often,
a miracle that I longed  to vanish the past, mistaken
for the buried may leave me behind
but I carry the buried burden in my mind.

I sit in the train with my ticket held tight
waiting patiently for my turn to descend this flight
at the station past the racing trees and vanishing buildings
place where I leave the train, with neither the belongings nor the longings.

Wild Eyes

I

Let me tell you a common untold story

of a countryside that went for common glory,

ensuring all are same and homogeneous

with no botheration of means -love or violence.

There was a person who was taller

than his fellow comrades and was utter disgrace

to the ideals of the common good and popular

norms that prevailed in the country side.

He started to write things original

and new,which were against then flowing current

communities formed and rebuked his works fatal

comrades decided,finally,to cut his brain to curb the spirited spirit.

II

The man who had written originals walked

slowly and unsteadily,under the approving gaze of comrades

he didn't smile as he used to and was dazed like a corpse dead,

"Well done comrade", people congratulated,"the evil has gone to blazes."

People who ridiculed him and feared his superiority

welcomed with open arms to their houses and hearts

for he was no longer a danger of the great majority

nor was he a symbol of the million forsaken dreams.

III

The man couldn't hold a pen with his hands

for along with the brain they cut the thumb as precautionary

step to ensure evil never rises its multi-various  hoods 

thro' him or anyone who inclines to creative drudgery

The moon was smiling at the world

filling the sorrowful mundane container with glow

of love and thought that can't be curtailed

sending message to anyone who wants to ride against the flow.

"Brain you may cut,o soldiers of solidarity

yet the creativity in men can never be broken

fingers you may detach from hands that make beauty

yet thought and grace will definitely  awaken"

IV

The man with brain cut and thumbs detached in his solitary night

picked up a brush that's thrown on forlorn road

smiled after a long time at moon so bright,

painted symbol of dreams not forsaken on a broken board.

His wild eyes looked at the infinite sky

nay, into the depths of his mind - residence of almighty.

Wire Twined

Wire I twined around me slowly,
over the years,carefully and gladly
ignorant I was, for limiting I
the starting of Infinite, and then I cry,
shouted that,"This is unfair,injustice,cruel
for world is a very mean wicked gruel."

Silly of me to limit myself with wire
and then cry out at others,as they weren't dear
How can they be? for barbed wire chipped
in between and lonely I stayed in cell, detained.

Now, I pluck the fence,made by me
before, so carefully with all sense,
but not anymore for I don't will
to limit the I , and miss the thrill.

I am bleeding as wire I twined
is ripping me apart and mind wounded
I go on still with more convicted zeal
to break the wire completely I unveil

Wounds I lick with my tongue
and say to my self,"O! It stung,
but I remove and burn for freedom of I
will not let I be limit to this petty i."

Smiling I, for I realized that
these aren't wounds, though they ought
to be , as I feel nothing, and others
are not present in my merciful pleas and mutters

For sky, infinite and  perfect living
doesn't bother thunders or stars twinkling
as they are all part just a meager portion
of the beautiful,perfect ,infinite ocean.....

Ah!
Ahhhhh!
I remove the wire twined
to  realize infinite and reaching the true world's end.


Let us meet on the other side
where there neither you or me to slide
but, only the Infinite I that always reside.
We will meet in that world...sans divide.

Why Not Sun?

It is a star in the sky
but oh! not as any another,
rises self driven and there it lay
mesmerizing by making light scatter.

Ah! behold the ever enchanting creation
which makes me see darling nature
start which rises at times in each nation
uniting everything under its majestic stature.

I cant see it with my eyes, at work
adoring it when resting with cloud
or setting for the wait, for next day's merry cock
enlightening moon from behind and feeling proud.

Observing, is that unique star,known as sun
people living, animals being and plants thriving
alas! the other side too, people hating,animals killing and dying soon
unbiased it stays as a witness with rays showering in winter or spring.

'Why Sun rise?'I thought and pondered quietly,
still I realized that the star  never rises
but stays constant and doing duty merrily,divinely
earth rotates around its only oasis, one among many stars.

Times came when I cursed it,
it happened that I chided for being so warm
now! I love sun for the star  taught
lesson, do duty which you love and you think right.

Now, I close these eyes of mine for
beauty lies in the eyes of beholder, I see
the formless sun rather unseen form which stir
me from sleep and make me to realize real life.

O! how to describe that unseen yet seen form?
except with exclamations and mute silence
but wait! I can give way out of this doubting storm,
sun is part of the real form of all
your his,her's that , this..... in short, the only ONE.

PErsonal Note (PEN):
I was walking in weed filled path
thinking,living and loving ,'about going alone
gazed I at the sky and saw the sun in sky's depth
moon,dictionary and about many I thought and wrote
so,
I questioned 'Why Not Sun?'


  

Earnest Unrest-A fiction

Long ago, a teenager by name Moses was here
he used to be a genius in study or play,
but always he wasn't satisfied by reality glare
full of miseries all around wherever he may stay.

Corruption,hypocrisy, bureaucracy,autocracy
robbery,molestation,fooling one another
goes on adversities without even an ounce mercy
for Moses, poor boy! shaken by the dark weather.

First, blamed God for creating world like this,
mean in all ways for Moses learnt
God is creator of everything and play of His
makes actions,reactions and each man's instinct.

Later, Moses accused people all around him
with passionate and poisonous words for he read
'Man is bestowed by God with free will and whim
so, responsible he is of all actions' a sentiment bold.

In this unrest in Moses world, he came across
the man, unlike men he had ever seen
for the man smiled purely even on his cross
although, thorns adorn his head and all people mean.

"How can he be like that smiling,unperturbed?"
asked Moses within for long in days and dark nights
Until, realization made his mind blow and unburdened
Moses, he is the reason for all the mess.

Finally, Moses took responsibility of world around
for situations though apparently are from with-out
the state of mind is set by Moses by the thoughts mound
deciding the future of his world, master of with-in and with-out.

Moses is happy ever after, from then on
for world is sans corruption,hypocrisy and the ecectras
 for he grasped the responsibility of time marathon
thus, every act and situation is just imagination's images

Moses unrest
transformed into
Journey Earnest
Responsibility Unto'



PEN (PErsonal Note): An artist uses fiction to lead world to reality....same is the case here.
  

Glorious Glow worm

Glory to the glow worm,not an ordinary
for you hold the truth and what more
you become part of it-summit of journey
O! great you are glow worm,high you soar.

You have fire within,lighting your back
what a sight at night to see thy
glide over dark world with a fire sack
strolling for food,a being on its way.

You see another glow worm in motion,
abruptly you stop and look at its tail
"O Fire ! it hold safe" jealousy's invasion
in your heart,the start of all trail.

You go on, with that. everywhere
following the fire, that fly in the air
 leaves hit,thorns cut your ware
you fall down in a jiffy thro' this nightmare.

Glowworm, its in that despondency
you look within your self and bingo!
fire you find with all fancy
mocking at your chase of a virgo.

Now, realized and resolved I see
you, glorious glow worm fly
in dark,to become the fire glee,
searching for your source-where you lie
forever....for you ...in fire.

Glorious worm! your glow brilliant
in the radiance of bonfire live,
dramatically, you jump into vibrant
fire, identified your source,after much strive.

O Plea to thee ! O glorious glow worm
in the fire safe and peaceful,
live here in my heart with this lesson firm
till I realize that I is all powerful
for, fire for you is fire for me
truth of you is truth of I.

Glorious glow worm,
thy have become glory synonym.

A glow worm fly's into the fire....

Perception

" O God!" cried out a desolated man

in the middle of turbulent ocean

" I am stuck in water all around

filled with whales,sea hounds and many forms of fear I find

Why Lord? Why these pestering  problems?"

Shouted the saddened man out to the northern lights.

"Ye man!" answered God benevolent

"Look where you are for a moment

I gave you the boat you are aboard

and believe that I will lead you to the road"

"Alas!" exclaimed a little girl

who was looking at the moon that twirl

" The clouds covered the beauty

God why did you allow the pure sanctity

to be corroded by these hideous black hovers

which are  ghastly as ever recurring reapers"

"My Child!" whispered God from heaven upward

"Look from this side child and what you find

but a beautiful crescent smiling at you tender,

no clouds can hide the slender splendor

fear not of clouds, oceans or any adversities

for it only takes a change to tackle the diversities."

  

God smiled at the child and the man with fear

and whispered "Its change in perception, my dear"