shining mirrors
literally a dozen of them
or maybe hundred
stacked against each other
as I walk past them,
with the grey sky above
I see two worlds
two realities,
In one there is merry all around
people are happy,
children are happy,
the weather is beautiful
the animals are running
In the other,
people are fighting
children are crying
the earth is dying
the animals are killed
but which of them is a vision made
of glass
and which is the astounding existing
reality
what you choose to see
in either of them
will be the reality
the rest would be a vision
which would be shattered
like it always has been.
If you could be close,
then be close enough to see beyond my eyes,
and whisper to my soul
If you could kiss
then kiss enough to make my heart wounded,
for love is a war I always wanted
If you could love,
then love me enough till it destroys me
either with or without you.
and if you could live,
live enough to be my undying sun
or the moon that I would look for, every night.
Some women are magic,
they play with their hair,
let off a smile,
and quietly
in steps drown you
in a infinite pool
of unrequited love
But she was different,
a glance at her,
dancing merrily,
like a 5 year old,
she just bolted within me,
forget drowning
and I never even heard the thunder,
just felt it all my life.
Old Strings of Guitar
Nights of Jamming Sessions,
hours spent on writing songs
a million in rehearsing them
and an eternity in waiting
for them to be reality,
to be heard,
loved
and repeated,
and a day comes
when all the strings
and sessions,
create something that
transcends people of all kind,
no matter what religion,race,
or country
we all come together to hymn
it in a starry night.
Three tiny tots
and a fluffy dog,
laying on the grass
looked at the clouds.
the first one said,
look an elephant,
the second one said,
look a rabbit,
the third one said
look a dinosaur dancing on the rainbow,
the others were jealous of his imagination,
he was only humble for his blindness
We all are searching for the Protagonist,
in the empty and deserted halls of faith within,
with each day we consume the poison
of ignorance and it kills slowly
but surely.
one day will arrive
when we all realize we were the mast holders
of the stormy nights just looking for light
and we gave up sensing lack of help from anyone
with fear of drowning or eaten alive.
What only we needed was to endure a brief pain
to hold on the mast a bit longer,
the protagonist would have surfaced in the same halls,
lightning, winds,tides all would have been a laugh from then.
Don’t search the protagonist . Be One.
of your life,your fight,your death.
Writings to Heaven 