A myriad being,
Life's zest of seeing.
Spread across a venerated sky,
the mask which hides those which pass by.
Hour after hour,
as days flow by,
the river of life,
decides to still strive.
Though those alive,
sometimes abide
by a negation,
nothing can match life's passion.
And so as many lives come
and many a fewer go,
a piquant balance,
shall keep this abode.
Under the blue sky,
under the dark night stars,
we are born to be knights
of secretive missions,
so secretive that only
our sleep tells those tales,
in between who are embedded
ways ,where we progress as a race.
In a mirage of soliloquy,
in a battle of intuition and arbitrary
tidbits,the capricious senses try
to hail,all that will lead us to fail.
Yet some unknown instinct
keeps us alive,for we are born to thrive.
The layers of illusions that time
decides to sketch,are but for the mind
to think and break.
So for your sake,stop being
struck by foolish penury,
for you are no sinner who
shall witter and wan
under the gray,before dawn!
As humans,our survival,
is made up of fulfilling want,
yet when something goes wrong,
in our minds ,we blow against the throng.
yet whose fault is such,
the one who is affected
or the one whose starts the chain?
Gods and castes and religions and colour
no more matter-
for the game is beyond all that,
it is a question of who can make the other shut.
Justice ,justice,we all can shout,
but our efforts are like those of a lout.
The only justice that remains,
is poetic,everything else,
even if rhythmic is
plain blasphemy ,like the faceless,
for in pain we cry,hopeless.
yet those who seek the fire
of life,know what to burn
and what to light.But the true
light will never arise,
from the hands of those,
who try to prove with might.
The poetic shall stand above all,
for the rime of the universe,
is within us all.
for no where is any action at fault,
the devil is an angle too,
the demons say their prayers too.
And in such a balance we move
in circles,yet displaced in many axes
we move, the dimensions unknown
to me and you.And in such a maze,
to life and survive,
what we need to do is abide-
the voice within which guides,
which shows sense as well
as the vice and lets you know
that what you did is right.
And so for fire ,fire
for what are we but
influenced by the tree?
And yet it is for those,
who see the other,
that living is easier.
Though the struggle faced
by those is tougher,
the integrity is such
that there are no riders.
Within, the strength shall put a head,
which knows when rage is best.
For influence is not just contact,
but energy given through fact.
And so for the poetic we will fight
and we do know we are right.
Drop your weapons and live
no more on what we created
and spread against your mindless
fight.for technology is creation
and physiology is evolution.
So we do know from within the society
you all arose.But now stop the chain
and try to understand the pain
of the man,whose head was hurt by an apple
or that sleepless night spent on the universe's riddle.
Pain is essential,
it is the sine-qua-non of life.
For without it,
illusions shall just reproduce five.
So not strike in pain,
put a knot,
and understand the effects within
and then you will not go wrong.
Under the sky we all live,
so while we stare at the stars,
let us think of those ancient
and medieval wars,
which left earth crass with blood
of those who could have done better.
But if your duty call is such,
then we have no other choice,
for ours is such.If friction be so,
then let this go on and on,
till one of us finally realizes we are wrong.
the light shines the brightest
