Present eternal

I search for eternity

From the past to the future

Only to find it tucked

Right in this very moment

This eternal moment

A present in the presence.

What is wrong with me?

I search for eternity

Right from where it lies

Pardon me of my ignorance

My Lord,

This moment is the only one

I breathe eternally

None else, but this

But this.

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I belong to none, but,,,,

i belong to none,

where I am from

i know not at all.

where this journey culminates

there I am from

so says the sages of the ages.

but I am here

among the whispers

masking many roles

of which I am not any of it.

in this universe I roam free

and claim that I belong to all,

yet the truth infallibly tells

that I belong to none.

sweet scent of dried leaves

not of death in the time gone by,

wavering trees unweaves the secret

rooted in the ground searching for life

the birds and animals and mountains

and to whom that they  really belong to ,

to the same I belong to, too.

they speak the same language

differently though,

that I belong to none

but time

but time

but time!!

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Chaos

The haunting madness of this foggy rainy night

Churns the past memories vaulted within

Thoughts rushing at wildest speed

Like flames trapped in a gust of wind.

A depth unknown, never experienced before

All the thoughts revolting against me

Creating a vortex spiraling downward

Shut the present from being present.

Night skies crying incessantly

Dashing the tirade against the windows

Like tears the raindrops trickle

Trapping each thought within each drop.

This darkness draped in wetness

Speaks the silence loudly

In drowning tears from above

And, the maddening fears buried within.

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Behold this transitory......

when evolution ends in ash
of what avail of all these mesh
worries, agonies and other sufferings?
what becomes forms visible
unto subtlety all dissolves
and we wail as if we are spared.
of yesterday today and tomorrow
a cycle that never happen in time
but in minds of man strongly etched.
philosophy religion and god
a framework of human minds
perimeters of so-called peace and silence.

nature owns us, and we own her not
the lords we are, the mind is made to believe,
thus nature, in greed we try to grab.
all gone all messed
everything turned awry
we sit and worry over our own follies,

and this transitory becomes a purgatory.


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Dark cloud shall pass too

thickening clouds of pain
clouding the mind in fear
everything in vain seems to be
but certain times do seem to last long
no pain remains unconquered
and no fear shall claw us down,
there will always be a little sunshine
for us to tread
in the hours of darkness.

don't be fooled by shadow my friend
for it comes only in brightness 
in darkness it may not be, 
yet it may appear again in the lightest moment
when you think you are at the brightest height.

Though, in ignorance we do falter and fall
to rise and walk is still the right we have.

nothing last forever, good and bad times too!!


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Whither are we bound?

Whither are we bound?

Let the dark knight snatch the soul

The birth shall still remain in death

Though the light is dimmed, and night is gone

The shadow still lingers somewhere.

Whither are we bound?

Has this quest ever born within each?

From morning till evening harvest

And the night sky doomed to blacken

Whither are we bound?

The body grows with years

And thoughts flow like rivers

Baby teens youth middle age old age

All shall be swallowed by time,

And,  whither are we bound?

Still perplexed by the sensuality of this world

The mind loses not the grip a moment

Survival stays at the uppermost

Fighting a game which will one day come to an end

But, whither are we bound?

A life fulfilled, a rarity among mankind

Every second restlessly thoughts accelerate

With speed beating the light

Carrying loads of pleasure and displeasure

Like luggage on a train journey,

Beauty strength and prowess are weaning with age

Intelligence withers under the clouds of delusion

The pride of man in everything remains,

With an unanswered question

To an unknown end,

Whither are we bound?

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