Pages of History

Is that the haunted house of the king
Where slaves were slaughtered to celebrate god's blessings?
Is that the palace where the king plotted to burn the soldiers houses?
All those slaves still cry in the air
All those soldiers sacrificed their lives to save the king's grace
They are the nameless and faceless mortals
Who have been written off the pages of history
History repeated history in cruel tongue banishing humanity from the soil
Has history ever told the true story of mankind?
Will history ever uphold the manifesto of the wretched?

Someday there will arrive the harbinger of the forgotten
He will rememember the untold stories of burns and ruins
The slaughtered slaves will come alive in thousands
They will repeat the history in a new verse
The history will be replicated on a new horizon
Humanity will smile on the faces of the forgotten
The forgotten history will be manifesto of the wretched
And the wretched will be the new pages of history.

The High Queen

Yellow clouds crowd you like a torrential rain
Yet you feel like a stubborn heart
Never letting your God worship you in psychadelic light
A shaffron moon shines on your forehead
As if you you are the half sky expanding in infinity
Your forehead holds the other half at a distance
O, the sistter of the far away land,
Will you ever walk along the aisles of eternity?

No siren is ringing in the valley of tranquility
Darkness has retreated back slowly into the light
All the flowers have assembled at your behest
Auburn hunger has rekindled the hearth
Nobody will go empty-handed in this pretty season
No children will ever be left motherless as you pray
Only the void world look down on your path of salvation
You will be the high queen in a wonderland.



O, the pretty sister, hug the children of mankind

Raise them on your half sky

They will bear the other half of your legacy

And they will burn the towering inferno.

The Children of Destiny

O, the bleary-eyed happy children,
The children of destiny
What are the dreams in your happy eyes?
What are the voices in your happy soul?
Everybody has lost the way in the jungles
Light has blinded the long vision of faith
You show the right wind to sail
You spread your smilings among the millions
With your firm footsteps.

Someday you will carry the burden on your shoulder
Someday everything will stop at your feet
You burn the light under darkness
Let the pigeons meet the white doves
Peace will anchor the griefs beneath your hidden cry
All roads will lead to the way of freedom
Shackles of your serene silence will explode
In a mother's lullaby
And you will run like the frolicsome birds
Flying in the yonder land of hope and bliss.

O, the bleary-eyed!
You will reign the whole sky
All will be at your mercy's end
Nobody will ever be drowned in pangs of hunger
Your hands will dispel the fear of long day's despair and darkness
You will be the hope and happiness for one and all.

A Deep Dream

A deep dream at far corner of the sky
Clouds of memory looming large over the horizon
The bell tolls for the peace to break in
Mystery silencing the horrors of the unknown
Splendour of beauty weeping in waves of light
History of ancient sages preaching incredible sermons
Humanity is revived once again.

Where are all those people gone?
Where have they hidden their treasure trove?
Cosmic soul says nothing
Yet nothing is salvaged at the altar of pride and glory
Glory is all that is humane and pride
Man's quest for better wisdom prevails
All evil designs defeated in the long run
History writes pages of lives
The sages sing the songs of eternity
Then why so much pains and violence roaring in anger
Will the history ever be rewritten?
Will there be a rising of another sun?

The Motherless Baby

O, baby, my dear baby,
What are you whispering in your soul
What are you bargaining with your life all alone
This merciless world will not give you a breath of peace
Only the singsong voice of the withered leaves is fumbling with you
Marks of sweating blood kissing your face
No fire is stoked for your hunger
Will you carry on the with a burden of beast?

O, the motherless baby,
Who has left you alone in this world
Who has given so much silence of pain and agony?
Can you not forgo your legacy
Can you not shout like a tormented fire
All will then fall at your feet of mercy
You are born out of the chaos of eternity
No body has ever given you a kiss of conscience
In this merciless world you are bearing the burden of your own
Are you the epitome of Mother Nature's grace and glory?

O, the daughter of storm,
Only Mother Nature will rescue you
Only Mother Nature will will be your only refuge
She will give you life, she will give you honey and milk
You will feel the touch of falling rain
You will hear the songs of the nightingale
You will lie with the soft blessings of the distant valley
Dew will drop with your tears.

That is your destiny, O, the motherless baby,
Beasts of the jungle will lie at your feet
And you will live and live in your own dreams.

Riding With The Shadow

Ride, my child, ride
Your long shadow will ride with you
It is your shadow that gives you splendour and delight
You cross the ocean, you cross the island
You never miss the fragrance of innocence
It is your innocence that kisses your shadow
Your innocence vibrates in punctual rhythm
Your life flies like birds of freedom.

Where is your home, my child?
Who combs your unruly hair?
Who whispers lullaby in your ear?
I know, my child, you are the child of yesterday
To-morrow des not bring you love and care
Nobody lifts his finger to allay your fear.
O, my fearless child, ride and ride
Covering a long distance of life
Some day you will reach the world of fortune.

Riding with the shadow
You will hold aloft your dream and hope
You will rain on a cloudless night
At your feet the whole world will dance
And like a white swan you will swim
Crossing all frontiers of hope and despair.

O, The Candleman!

Worship, worship, O the candleman!
Let the sparkling candle give you ample light
To fight out the canopy of veiled darkness
Darkness has overcome you with white shroud
Who will discover the rhythm of your befuddled existence,
Who will light the pyre of your blindness?

You are your own maker, you are your own destroyer
Life is calling you to take charge of the mantle
War has devastated everything around you
You clean up the ghosts of ruins
Why will you be left behind in the battle of rights?
What are you worshipping for?
Who are you worshipping to?
Not all quiet on the battle-front
Can you not hold aloft your candle
To show the way to others at this time of overkill?
Win this last battle, win all over
Let your worshipping be for all
Let your prayers be heard by every mortal soul
It is time for go on hunting
Do not let your candle be extinguished.