Each day is the same day

Each day is not another day
Each day is but just the same day
Mind’s play is like clay
Concepts mold and differences made
To a deceiving point that slay us all
That each day is another day
And not the same day.

Each day is not another day
Each day is but just the same day
As various forms made of same clay!


©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 310110.

Dark night

The night belongs not to any

Yet some belongs to the night.

When love darkens with frustration

When depression scowls without inspiration

When reverie carries unceasing lust

When longing kills every strand of hope

Know ye….

That the night belongs not to any

Yet some belongs to the night

Perhaps you and I part of it too.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 290110.

enLIGHTenment

Shadow of my pains

Slowly wane

As the light begins to reign

Adding luster to each strand

Of my thought that dances,

Extemporaneously.

Shadow of my pain

Slowly wanes

As the light begins to reign

Making a path for my heart

To embrace the good

Filter the bad

in the wake of emotional anarchy.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 250110.

Loyalty

Is loyalty

A mere word dangling between people

To be whisked by the winds of frustration?

Or

Is it an inherent quality of soul

To remain unperturbed amidst the turbulence?

Or

Is it a bordering feeling

To favor disloyalty

When things go faulty?

Or

A manic depression, which,

kills the true passion,

With illicit impatient?
Or
Just another word to fill the gap
between the lines in the dictionary?

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 230110.

Let me be….

http://carryontuesday.blogspot.com

Awestruck at the mystery of nature’s strange plays

I realized distance in time is not even a second away

Yet everything seems to be at distance in space

Is this the gimmicks portrayed by mental aberration?

Or, is it an anomaly in nature’s endless evolution?

Rippling senses rooting the grips to the world

Grasping everything living and dead in greedy mood

Yet, contentment remains between the divides of soul

Filled with hatred and fears in an endless greedy battle.

Fleeting moments disappear unto eternal winks

So swift everything goes unto dungeon oblivious

Today-tomorrow-yesterday are all but plays

In nature’s gaily rhythms of daily dreams.

Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be

Birthday passes away with wishes and gifts

My breathes as usual I thread with grace

Always allow a silent brisk walk inside our minds

I pray we cease to be with the gripping desires

When the moment comes let us be freed

In the embrace of the power divine, forever.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 210110.

When people speak with tears…....Haiti

http://carryontuesday.blogspot.com

Everything is dark
The weather is dead
The wind immersed
In the cries and shouts
That reverberate across the land.
The same earth I occupy
The same air feeds my life
Yet today I had my meals
Without disgraced of choices.
Sorrow I feel, or am I trying to feel
At the fate of my kinds far away
I am confused as I watch the fan rotates
And the luxury of comfort that cushions me.
The blanket, I need not because it is warm
Fresh water and creamy crackers and many more
All within my reach at any point of time
But, not for those breathing hopes beneath the rubble.
Understanding is not within the grasp of my mind
As to why must all this pain and sorrow inflicted
With bloody river become jelly like after a few days
And limbs lie far from where they should be.
Dwellers have lost their homes
Together they lost the lights too
I know their life is a swaying pendulum
The spirit snatched with unwelcome dance.
The night wrapped up their sky with fears
Promising hands reaching with lights shining
With uncertainty lies spread across their land
The people’s patience is being sliced unto pieces.
I pray their faith is not ripped by hypocrites,
Who give them river of  rice
And cash their faith with broken promises.


I pray their land will shine soon
And from their smile grows sugarcane.
God bless.




©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 180110.

God

Beyond all

That reveals

Hidden, He lies

Unrevealed,

And man fights,

He is mine not thine.

The lonely God

In silence He laughs,

Eternally.

In delusion

Mankind wails,

And quarrel ceaselessly

Over name, bricks and mortal walls.

Each defend his own God

By killing His children of another faith

And shout with vehement cry

God Is Great!!

Whither goes mankind

Leaving nothing of kind man??

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 160110.

Karma

Remnants of actions and reactions
Floating in the universe,
Of good and bad all are made from
The same essence of creative mystery.
Each passing thought
Is…. a memory embedded in nature
Loosely impacting the mind
From, somewhere in the silence of time.
Each passing thought, Is,
The seed unknowingly sown
From a distance beyond receptivity of mind
Until a life begins to swell once again.
A cyclic agenda everything seems to be
To teach mankind the simple message
For a life prosperous, fair and wiser
Sow wise actions, so shall you reap wise reactions.

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 140110.

The stranger

I sit under the tree

Listening to the whispers

Of the wind

And rattle of the leaves,

Staring non-stop

At the shadow

Of the stranger

That glides lengthily

As the golden sun usurp the evening.

From the illusion of my mind

The stranger appears familiar

Basking in the golden light

He projects a smile mysterious.

Everything hued with golden shine

And I smiled within

Knowing the stranger

Is, none other but the illusive me,

The part remain hidden,

Yet to be awakened.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 130110.