Weird Spectacle

Once upon a time
When there was a hollow sun shrouded in mystic veils
Black clouds submerging into that hollow sun
Rivers of blood flowing lazyily into the bones and skulls
As though hunger has frozen into a sinister bonfire
And the mother nature was caressing her little crowing child
I was born into her big blowing womb
Webs of fantasy spreading there in the yonder land and soil
Was I dreaming in the yellow valley
Where a breeze of yawning silence was creating shadows of weird spectacle
Or was it a nightmare blocking my voice of no-words?

Words repeated no words
All beings yet to shake their benumbed limbs
Sages have not yet pronounced the seven virtues and vices
At that time there was a thunderous uproar in the rear garden
They have eaten the forbidden fruit
There was a hell of siren in the distant valley
There was nobody to suck the honey-bee
And where they have left now for an unknown destiny
The weird spectacles have vanished into the mist.

We are All in One

We are all in one, we are all to one
We are all for one saving thy grace and glory
The whisperings of the angels from the far yonder land
Together we bear the burden of our days and nights
For all ages we are ageless dreams floating in ethereal splendour
Cosmic eternity gives us hope and life
Darkness evaporates from thy path of heavenly bliss
Together we bear the burden of our blessed souls.

Light, give us more light
Burn us in thy lofty hemi-sphere to salvation
Free us from the fear of freedom
We cherish the consonance of cosmic harmony
We hear the songs of thy unheard and unsung voices
Together we will cross the vastness of the season
Together we will swim the length of violence
Never we will be falling back from thy course of reason
Give us more life to console
Give us hands to justice
Together we will bear the burden of thy grace and glory.

With Folded Arms (We Pray)

O, the birds of the sky
O, forest-dwelling sage of the north
Give us wisdom, give us the knowledge of the breadth of the sky
We will chase the depth of the ocean with our shadows falling back
We have never sucked the honey-comb
We have never kissed the feet of withering rays of the twilight
Give us a chance to feel the chill of death before life
Together we we will dance to the tune of satanic verses
Before praying on our lasr pyre.

O, the charisma of the old world
O, the saviours of the retarcting sun
The light is still burning the surrounding darkness
When the apoclypse will be revealed to all
When the Magus of the East will burn the fire of wisdom
We are the smaller beings of God's forsaken children
We will again be reborn at His behest.

We pray to Thee with folded arms, O the omniscient
We will see the face of our destiny
When there will be no more sighs of silence
And no more whispers of violence
Together we will spread our wings beyond the yonder sky.

Water Ablution

Life is all and everything
What is there if there is no sky
Not a drop of rain to walk along the ocean
Life meets life in eternal joy and glory
When soul kisses soul.

Hunger perishes us
Hunger diminishes us in disgraced soliloquy
Yet life spreads its wings in fluttering winds
Life fights life in breathing fire
When all songs are forbidden
At the fall of a nestling sparrow
All streams stop praying for freedom.

Sing songs for the fighting souls
Who have gone to win battles of freedom
Never to return home after the gusty war
Life will enhance their lives someday
Someday they will defeat their evils.

We will pray for life
We will worship life like thousand suns
Brighter days will rise in our sun
We will do water ablution one and all
We will worship life in sacred water.

That Nameless Face

Where had I seen that ugly face?
Where had the nameless face burned my desire?
When the gusty wind stormed into his home and hearth
Nobody stoked the fire
Nobody cared to listen to his songs of the soul
He sailed across the grimy river all alone.

He breathed fire in his outstretching silence
When I tried to pray for him
He sat through the night looking at the expanse of darkness
His ugly face sparkled in the firefly
Nobody cared to look at the raging bull with his swelling stomach
He just sat through the night
Alone, all alone.

That nameless face, his auburn body
I can still see them all in my forgotten images
How can I deny his insistence?
I know his sons had left him for the other world
They will never come back
He alone bore the burden of his destiny.

Fire of Pyre

It is pool of blue blood floating in shadows
Raging red clouds whispering nothing
Some people have gone to lighten the fire of pyre
The seasons have changed their long guises
Violence has breathed a sigh of relief
Nobody has has left home to gather briefs of moments
Will the sky withdraw to God's solace?

The pyre of life is burning afire
Eternal time seeks no revenge
Language of worship feels the void of nature
Sinster motives will never be exhumed.

The sinners have prayed for the last time
For the last time they have kissed the dust
And they are no more smelling the flowers.
Everything seems to be expecting another apoclypse
Another revealation will bring back the lost glory
Ages of fateful saga reverberating in pontificating images
All roads lead to the shrine of salvation.

O White-haired Lady!

No bristling wind bites the woods
Fluffy clouds flying in kissing monologue
Time has stopped for a moment to say sweet nothings
O White-haired Lady, who has forsaken you?
What are you mumbling to your souls?
Nobody will hear your soliloquy
Nobody will look back to fathom your untold mystries
Why are you counting your time in waste-land?

O White-haired lady!
For how many years have you crossed the trodden path?
Could you remember the seasons
When you have saved the criss-crossing sky from drowning?
In your laps you have lifted the veil of melancholy
Ages have never stopped at your footsteps
You have danced all the way to your forfeited destiny
And with all the rage you have drunk the cup of eternity
You have come full alive
No shadows have ever chased you to the frontier of hope and lies.

O White-haired Lady, your saga is yet to begin
Your saga will never end in fire and fume.

Wall of Silence

Eyes wide shut out
Walls of time frozen into a black chiaroscuro
Sounds listening in deeper voice from a yonder horizon
All the morrows drowned into cyclopic sorrows
Faces smaller than the squarespace orbs
All disguises torn apart rather in simultaneous orgies
Who can fathom the depth of silence?

They are come from the land of all seasons
As simple as the withering leaves follow the course of light
As if no death can extinguish the ray promises of crying souls
But where are the colours to paint the timelessness?
Where is that architect to build the buoy of life?
It is survival for existence all the way
It is the rule of the game
Who can swear all for nothing?

They are come from the land of smaller Gods
A child in lap never tranquilises the trauma of worse days
All in a moment's lapse it is wall of silence
Standing erect all above the sky.

Beg Me Blessings, Mother!

Mother, who are you praying to?

Your bowl of food and hunger reaches out to the gracious soul
Yet the sunshine bears you no fruit
All your sons have gone to the jungle on a hunting spree
They will win you a new horizon after a warring time
When will you be the mother courage of all?

Not a single soul stares at your wretched destiny
Not a single face kisses the shadow of your forlorn hope
This is time for no remorse
This is time for another course to choose
Let the world forsake you in a land of wilderness
All your sons will bring life and light in your forsaken destiny
Fill your bowl of love with more blessings
Why are you praying for nothing?

Your warring sons will come dead alive
I am your only son praying for for blessings
I will be born and reborn in your shadows

Beg me blessings, mother!

I Pray to Thee!

I pray to Thee, O God!
O lord of my conscience!
You only can save from the defeat of worldly desires
You only rekindle my blind eyes
My limping feet are wary of virtues of glory
I have consumed the taste of time
Seven sins are no more sweeter than milk and honey
What shall I do?

Take me to your shiny shrine
Let me kiss your souls, let me kiss your sacred shroud
hunger and death have foreshadowed my world of conscience
My words find no way to speak to thee
My voice is no longer resounding for more.

Give me tears of agony and ecstasy
Give me a handful of worldly desires
I shall drink the cup of sunshine for a moment's rest
Let the water of life inundate the path of my lopng voyage
Let hunger and death never knock at my soul's grace
And all and one will join the last supper at your feet.

Colour 'em Not!

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?
Time wraps days after nights
All spaces sizzling in praire fire like a nomadic tribe
Sudden silence of violence crying in a whimper of oceanic slumber
I forget to remember the consequence of existence
The chiaroscuro of my shadows follow all the way to the blessed land
Where lies my colours of silence to life and death.

Hearken to the voice of hidden mystique
Nothing is dispensable in warring togetherness
All embedded in natural joy and glory
Hope and beauty all to clear to the ephemeral guise
Who can fly into the rage of fiery silence?
Colours smile in colurs in jest and fury
Who can paint the vast expanse of mother's benevolence?
Images of lost dreams surround the canvas of shadows
Seven sins and virtues breathe the ecstasy of existence
Beings are born and re-born in fleeting wings
Yet there is so much agony and ecstasy hiding in every soul.

Who has stolen my shadows?
Who has gone to humble my all souls, brethren?

Colur 'em not!

Block of Rock

Where is my silence, o my silence?
Darkness surrounding darkness
Gathering storms on my graveyard, o my silence
Where are you born?

You are born into my silence of night
Never to be born again
When I am salvaging my self and beings
And a fleeting butterfly kisses the charm of the season
You stand like a block of rock leaning against the falling sky
Yet my sacred silence breaks you asunder
Why are you not my silence of unspoken brotherhood?

Silence, o my silence, where are you?
Why are you born into my beseiged territory?
My forlorn hope breathes fire in a tempest of agony
I shall go along the length of violence
My soul aches for thee
Why are you wrapping in mystery of heavenly bliss?
I pray to God all alone, where are you?