A Moment’s Conquest

The sea keeps erasing the prints of my feet

As its waves crush against my legs

The rippling tides caress the hairs on my feet

And the salty breeze thrills my soul

Possessing me, putting me into trance

I feel a presence, then a chill

Making my back tingle

I see the sun falling, gradually

Leaving its residues, and fragments

Scattering across the sky

The clouds filter the fragments

Into assorted streaks hues

Pieces of which bounce off the surface of the water

Oh how I wish this sunset would last for a day

And a day for five and three-sixty hours

Ah, how the prince in me aches…

After burning for all of half a day

Its splendor is displayed in the blink of a moment

The transience of time

I awake from my trance

As the fumes of darkness diffuse through the atmosphere

Chasing away the scenic scent of sunset

A Call From Beyond

Tears drench my hardened face

As you are lowered into earths belly

She violently pulls me towards you…

The clouds are a tattered lace

A call from beyond

…I hear your voice beyond the dirt

Memory is a flood inside my brain

Erasing all the sanity within…

The sun emits rays inert

In here, I don’t belong

…Lingering feelings within a lifeless soul

Your love, your care, you loved me whole

A wretched being, but you looked within...

Poisoned darts of rain

A call from beyond
In here, I don’t belong

Let me be as cold as you

To journey with you beyond the gates of life

For in this world I do not belong

In that world, you do not belong

Let me hear your voice call from beyond

In Search Of A Hero

Sun rises, sun sets

A day rises, a day falls

A year appears, a year dies

And my people continue to seek a hero

A hero to plead their cause; to understand their desires

Who will that hero be?

Where is he?

Where is our hero?

My people need a hero who’d bring justice to the afflicted
One in whose palm justice finds comfort
My people need a hero who’d dirty his hands with the poor in the field
One in whose mind walks a craving to understand their plight
Let the hero show himself by writing down the numerous wrongs
And with each wrong, apply a belonging right
 Our hero should not only be the voice crying out for the oppressed
But also, be the hand lifting off their stress
He shouldn't only feel for their heart-searing hurts
But also, be a soothing balm, calming their sore spirits
Let that hero accept the miscarriages of their fathers
And comfort their mothers with an assuring embrace
 Are you that hero?
Would you crush all defrauders with a chain
And shackle all destructive leeches till they bruise in pain?
Would you decapitate all degenerate and heartless hearts
And yank out the hearts of unkind and brainless heads?
Can you?
 Let the hero come upon us like the rising sun
And show his full splendor at midday
Let the hero be the mild rain that caresses our soil
Enticing and coercing unwilling seeds to germinate
Let the hero be the wind wandering the sea shore
Blowing away all worries and heartaches in that moment
Let the hero be a rose, whose thorn pricks a lover
Reminding us of love entwined with a scolding power

Where is our hero?

Where is he?

Who will that hero be?

We need a hero to plead our cause; to understand our desires

We continue to await that hero

A year appears, a year dies again

A day rises, a day falls again

The sun rises, the sun sets, again.

Unfulfilled

On the eroded ground

Lies a path for the fallen rain

A stream with no sound

A flood of waste

Through the dawn of his life

Filters a golden ray of light

An assurance of a bright warm sun

A fore gleam of an eternal luminance

Clouds - dark and murky

Shrouds a gift of power and beauty

He lived and died a “potential”

Never attaining his true stature

His life was a dream

A dream, unfulfilled

And Death

Decades decay from eons till one

Breath exhales till the dying of the sun

Lives knifed, death’s scepter rules

Pain unearths the woman within

Angels are strangled, their awe insulted

Demons are conquered, their mischief denigrated

Search and destroy; search and restore

Show me a door leading to life’s source

The mind is searching and the heart is breaking

To live is to die; to live is a farce

 

Reflections – Life

I see Blessings.

I see Calamities.

I see Joy, then Tears.

I see Happiness, and sadness.

Yes, there are positives, and negatives.

Dwelling on the negatives,

Sorrow overcomes our thoughts.

Our days will become nights.

And we’d be

Like dishonored knights

Who find joy in liquors on gloomy nights.

But,

Thinking of the positives; our Blessings

And our God given hopes,

Our sadness,

And sorrows,

And calamities,

And pain,

Will fade into oblivion, obscurity.

Then, and only then

Will we experience, that Inner Joy…

Reflections - Then and Now

Before I left

They told me

I’d find happiness

Trust is a necessity

Goodness is cherished

Tolerance is sought after

Truth is adored

I arrived

Then realized

Happiness is agony

Love is impure

Trust is a weakness

Tolerance is non-existent

Truth is a lie

Do I go back?