Day Of Deliverance

I’m just another guy on the street,

Working everyday to make his ends meet,

A guy without a name, no distinction as such,

You won’t find him in the news or newspapers much,

He is a common man with common deeds as we know,

He will go to places where his work lets him go,

And although he fully blends with the common kind,

He retains only one thing – his body and mind.

He loves himself; his aim is to be happy,

He always knows what he wants his life to be.

You would also be like him if you knew

Where to find happiness or where it grew,

Where rested the eternal blissful sense,

And how search and discover deliverance.

You wouldn’t find them easily yet they exist,

And you should never doubt this or persist

To find them – their solitude is their solace,

They never reveal themselves in any place.

Yet they are victims to some among us,

Who feed on their brains and destroy the carcass.

They want their fame at the cost of others strive,

Those who treat the tree of life

Not as a tribute but as a sacrifice

Of the mind; they are the ones that despise

Life and preach religion and brotherhood;

The weakest of all; and you should

Never have listened to them, yet you did,

The only act they taught not to forbid,

The act of sacrifice, the greatest self-immolation;

The perfect ingredient to feed a corrupt nation,

You built entertainment to feed the hungry

Mind, their thoughts diverted, killing the free.

And it worked because they sanctioned and bought

It; but do they know that you taught

To live life by escaping pain not seeking pleasure

As the only incentive to effort, the ultimate treasure;

You wanted to stand on my virtues, my power to produce

And teach me what a guilt it Is to do so and use

My own weapon against me, by my own consent,

You wanted me to gift you my own achievement,

You wanted to sacrifice me as an offering to God,

Cut my body and eat it, on my nod,

Drain me dry and move to the next

Victim, continue fulfilling your ever-hungry zest.

Thought you could feed me, teach me these?

Why it is good to sacrifice and selfless too please,

And why it’s selfish to think of one’s own ambitions,

To move towards it relentlessly, without conditions.

Well guess what I’ve outgrown your syllabi,

The one after so many years to ask the ‘why’,

To question everything not take things for granted,

I’ve left the humble apartment you rented.

You tried to stop me with fear that I’ll die

Out there, but I am free to roam; if I cry

It will be my own fault; I’ll be free of the guilt

That I never lived, designed, created and built

While you built up lies, obscuring reality,

Wanted to give up my mind, losing the moral part of me.

You divide while I get divided, not

Protest but merely accept my doom and rot

Away, but I won’t because there’s a flaw in your plan,

I’ve stopped playing victim, one always can.

Man is perfect, supreme, of the highest intellect,

Let the parasites preach of God, religion and sect.

Let them call Man evil and that he is prone to err,

That he’ll never rise above the common barrier,

That capability is not true, production a sin,

Make ‘living’ against law and just box him in.

Keep him tied, let him know he’s not better

Than the millions ‘like’ him and he’s bound to stutter.

You’re the parasite, the destroyer, a pest of the mind,

To harm the strong-willed and destroy his kind.

You have nothing to offer so you have nothing to fear,

You aim a gun to all but keep them near.

You’re game is up, the victims refuse to sanction,

And willingly consent when you threaten to take action.

You said people are not enslaved today? Look now,

As I tell them not to, and you wonder how

I knew it, come on; I’m not your biggest fan,

I’m the only one who knows about the scams you ran;

And you claimed it to be the biggest justice to all,

While you knew someday, I’d make your empire fall.

Wish granted. See it all crumble to dust,

As the prime movers are the ones to strike first,

And by striking first I mean they go on a strike,

Try to build the world left by the men you dislike.

Feel free to rule, feel free to rob and loot,

Try to run the mills without getting smeared with soot.

It’s all yours now, everything you wanted to conquer,

So plunder, just drop that pretence to plunder,

You have none to hide from, nothing left to be,

And with others like you, let the evil roam free.

While you smile in relief, satisfied and more,

And you’ll escape from this? I wouldn’t be sure.

This time you are climbing with shoulders to stand,

With the most vile and depraved, lending a hand,

And the next thing you know is that you’re the bait,

Now you must carry the burden, the entire weight.

So give up and stand aside, let them take over

Who know what to do and do it and never

Give excuses, because each day they strive,

Is a day lived in pride – a day lived in life.

He’s the one in control now, the others perished,

Before you even realise that, you’ll be finished.

They will make the world better than this –

Like heaven or the lost city of Atlantis,

Where heroes will rise and each reap what you sow,

And parasites will never be allowed to grow.

Looks like a dream doesn’t it, too real to believe,

You survived in constant fear to ‘live’.

Feel the rise today, for it is bound to happen,

You will never, while you live, be able to stop them,

Because you started this – your own decline,

Like a poison to feed and rot the mind.

There is still time, lie and capture all you can,

With time we will see the age of heroes, of Man.

The world is bigger than the hate you expand,

Love and happiness dissolves partitions of land;

Be patient, I’m raising my stance to hit,

Till then, I’m just another guy on the street.

Bienvenido

I started thinking when I was young,
What I would like to be,
The creative dreams began its song,
In the real world, for me;
The days went past, the child grew up,
The song played a different tune,
It fit the world where it was stuck,
Those emotions were growing immune;

The lessons learnt are the knowledge gained,
Those moments lost should have really said,
A fountain started should always flow,
To those dreams once more, Bienvenido.

Renewing a phase spent in teenage life,
From the early years it rose,
Moments of spark in a lengthy strife,
As our childhood came to a close;
Though family was our entire space,
Friends nudged their little heads in,
Elders, teachers and those known by face,
Made my life complete from within;

In the race of our lives we lost the cause,
Feelings flew where careers paused,
Life was good, raring to go,
There to here, Bienvenido.

Whatever be our lives past,
Another phase has come to last,
Live each moment, learn from all,
Respect it, stand convinced and tall.

Responsibilities come as you grow,
The world will learn what you show,
Until roads fork and memories glow,
Until we depart, Bienvenido.

A Road Builder's Life

Looking back at the road I took,
The one on which I came this far,
Like silent footsteps on a new land,
A tear down a face, a running scar;

Memories and voices just float about,
As the road in front turns into haze,
Reliving those moments spent in my life,
As I backtrack my path in this maze.

All those feelings, decisions, my work,
And all that I grew up with and in,
Some bad, some good, obscure or blank,
Define who I am, my mind within.

The struggles borne whether you know or not,
The triumphs had and those received,
The feelings and longings deep inside,
And all those dreams that I achieved.

Those silent days, that lonely self,
The torture that a life endured,
The lessons learnt, the knowledge gained,
The pain that a sudden idea cured;

Unfinished tales, the ships that sailed,
False facades, infinity and back,
And that flavored soup which I call life,
Did I follow the ideal or lose my track?

Can I ignore the rusted past?
Should I heighten the battles won?
Should I mould the real part to suit
Myself; when asked by someone?

And I realize as I blink twice,
My vision slipping back to reality,
No matter how much I try or deny,
It will always be a part of me.

The road is mine, I made it so,
The seeds I planted, the trees that rose,
The fruits it bore are mine to have,
And all will be for me to choose.

The road looks long, the asphalt shines,
One more glance and I turn to go,
The soldier’s pride returned with stride,
As I look ahead at an unknown road.

An outlined track, nothing to show,
Swarmed by weeds and not well laid,
So I pick up my tools, return to work,
Determined to build a road well spread;

The pleasure of work, a satisfied sense,
A happiness arising from tranquility,
And though you won’t care while on this path,
It will be something built by me.

I need no fame, I need no fun,
These moments I live reigns supreme,
I lived my life pursuing happiness,
Building roads and tilling my dreams.

The sense of purpose, the vigor to work,
The pride of creation, the noblest task
Is to keep me busy, just building my road,
With the knowledge gained; what more can I ask?

Dawn

It was barely visible at first,
Like thin shards of Hope
Amid a growing haze of grey.
The visage of Death and crime
Was evaporating into nothingness.
Men could see a golden dream,
Rising near the horizon of the sky.
A burning desire was growing inside.
The world had transformed in seconds.
The battle of Time was won by light,
As its chariots raced inwards,
Breaching the uneasiness and incompetence,
Tearing the unknown, showing the way.
The land seemed to rise upward
To meet with the dancing rays of fire,
As they descended, filled with energy,
A quiet, sparkling spectacle;
The Earth which was painted in
Everlasting gloom and disaster, was evolving,
Slowly breaking its inhibitions and fear;
A silent death and an astounding resurrection;
The thick cloud of cold and dark
Began to thin and disintegrate.
It never stood a chance.
The air which had tensely awaited the arrival
Of the inevitable, holding its breath,
Granting it time for a grand spectacle,
Growing restless, had its wish fulfilled.
The gates of Heaven had opened
And Earth was drenched with the fire of Hell,
As a wave of light enveloped all,
Burning with renewed strength and vitality,
A blinding aura;
Dust had the radiance of gold.
The sky, a master craftsman and deceiver,
Had a sudden change of palette, change of mood,
As it diluted to a transparent coat;
It had shown the first signs of rebellion,
In a world where darkness pulled the reins,
And screams got drowned in the vastness of Night,
When pain is pleasure, mystery, the rule;
But that is now past.
Dawn had arrived.
It took pride in its beauty.
The ship which had sailed with a promise,
Had returned, keeping it.
What it carried was spreading quickly,
Filling the cracks, aiding the blind;
It was the sea of hope,
It meant some good still survived,
Worth fighting and living for.
The shades of grey had been wiped clean
And a brilliance of colours replaced them,
Stimulated by the touch of freedom and hope,
Cloaked golden by the aided light;
The highest Deliverance encountered by Man.
The source of energy, the fountain of joy;
The picture of forever spring on Earth,
Everlasting Life;
One could never fathom the power of a gift.

Emily and Sam

It was a dull grey noon,
There was no noise around.
I was waiting,
Lying underneath the oak tree,
Beside the white-washed fence,
For you, Emily,
Just to see you.
A distant white figure
Told me you had come.
I could smell you
And hear your footsteps
As you came nearer.
Now I could see you, yes!
You were standing very close.
Finally that moment had come.
I’ve been waiting for so long
Just to see you again,
Let me fill my eyes
With your light.
From nowhere,
A soft wind comes
And gently blows your hair,
I can see your face,
Still so young,
Still so beautiful,
So heavenly unstained.
I want to get close,
But fear I might lose you.
My unholy touch,
My devil hands,
May grip you tightly,
You may never be able
To break away from me,
From my heart, my life,
And I don’t want that.
I don’t want us together,
Even though we are inseparable,
I don’t want you so close.
I'll watch you from a distance,
I only want you to live happily,
I want you to forget about me,
I wish you find love again.
I will pray to God every time,
That you may always smile,
Be happy,
Forget the past,
And all that we did together.
From this instant onwards,
I tear all our strings of joy,
That defined ‘Us’.
Now it’s only ‘You’ and ‘Me’,
Not ‘Us’.
I want you to remain like this,
Pure, saintly, like an angel,
Purging everyone you meet,
Just like the rain
Washes away the dirt,
And the Earth breathes new life.
Look Emily, it’s raining!
Just when I wanted it most!
Wait! Is that your tear?
Are you crying?
But why?
Why do you cry?
Why do you kneel down
And cry beside me like this?
And who are all these people,
Dressed in black like Death?
Stop crying dear,
I beg you not to.
Is that the same rose I gave you
When we first met?
Only the colour is black,
Black like Death.
Wait, I must be wrong,
It must be red,
But even your tears
Cannot wash its dirt away......
The time has come,
The priest has read the prayers
And the men slowly lower me,
To where I would return,
From where I came,
Goodbye Emily, goodbye!
God bless you!
I know you will come again,
The same day every year,
To give flowers and prayers,
Flowers from those hands
That once touched me,
Prayers from those lips
That once kissed me.
And I will eagerly wait
For that day,
Every year,
Just to hear your soft voice,
And to see that angel face,
Still so young,
Still so beautiful,
I would eagerly wait
For that day,
Until you’ll come no more,
Or come to be with me forever.
I promise to love you,
Just like I once loved you,
Till time ends.
Please come back soon,
I would love to hear your voice,
Calling me by my name,
“Sam, Sam.....Sam....”.....
“Sam wake up,
Wake up Sam!”
“Huh!” I woke up.
My eyes felt sore,
My head was spinning,
I was totally confused.
There was no one there.
Who was calling me?
I slowly opened my eyes.
A faint light came in.
After what seemed like eternity,
My vision became clear.
Yes, I could see the oak tree,
The same white-washed fence,
That same ground,
The same rain-drenched sky,
With the same grey hue.
Am I in heaven?
I felt myself.
Then it slowly dawned on me,
I turned around suddenly
And looked down,
There on the ground lay her grave,
Just as it was,
Two days before,
On her funeral,
Only the roses had dried.
All my questions,
That I had been asking,
For two days,
Standing here,
In front of her grave,
Were answered.
“Why did you leave me?”
“Where did you go?”
“How will I live without you?”
“What will become of me now?”
All my questions,
Answered.
On seeing her grave,
Her resting stone,
On which were written,
A few words,
Some lines,
Like gold in grey,
She had chosen them herself......

“Absence is to LOVE
What wind is to fire
It extinguishes the small
...... And inflames the great”.