Rise Please - MH 370

Stolen from the hearts of many 
The lights of their lives and hope.
 
Dotting the sky on 8th March 2014
The modern bird seemingly vanished into thin air
Clues nor trails dense could not be seen anywhere
But only guesses, theories and speculations.
 
MH370 a bird from Malaysia succumbed
To an unknown mystery leaving minds baffled.
 
As young as 2 and as old as 76
All missing, magically transported into realms unknown
239 the numbers gone missing, and as claimed by technology
Unto the depth of Indian Ocean the calculations ended.
 
On the land after traumatic tearful waiting days
A reunion deemed so shady, but separation as announced is sturdy.
 
Among many moments in human lives

Reunion and separation are the most intense
Reunion a momentary bliss will slowly fade in joy throughout life
While separation dives deep into the heart and let it bleed till death.
 
MH 370 has cast a veil so thick that the eyes couldn't reach
But within the wishful minds of many still a little hope glittering.
 
Where have you been hiding for so many days?
Is it true you are among the ripples of the wildest spot on earth?
 
A dark night It was as you winged through the wind above
Crossing a path unexpected with an uncanny diversion
You set the haunting mystery to march on and on for days
Setting sleeplessness a routine with only hope and faith to lean upon. 
 
Now MH370, if indeed it is true that you are gone for good
A little note I wish you have written on the lashing waves for us to read.
 
I am telling you that minds in pain can anytime go insane
The power infallible please speak to us through any language you prefer
Please let not the scar of weeks wind up the lives of anticipating ones
Muster whatever courage remains, tell us there are still a few fighting the waves.
 
An answer is what the world is expecting to hear
How long will it take for you to rise with the truth?

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The mystery within

Masquerading between light and shadow
life goes on in full expanse like a meadow
Where the greener grass mingles well with the yellow ones
And the stream farther ahead only by sound we know it exist.
The pleasure this mind offers to us now and then
Rejuvenate the hope that yonder still lies the light
While the pain this mind renders to us now and then
Bestows experience to live a life better than before. 
 
The moonlit night confers a thousand mysteries
Along with it comes the beauty as well
The eyes hardly sees the moonlit night
For glamor and glitters of worldly marvels more.
Tampering the holes to fill the hankerings
Make this life becomes a deluded war zones
Where no enemies stand in the front nor back
But only us to fight with us and we grumble of pain.
 
Enemy within portrays the enemies without
Set this mind in beauty of awareness
The world sets itself in wonderful ways
And colors be your life in success and in failure. 
 
 
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I am eternal

This second passes so swiftly,
With the breeze sweeping across my face, 
I am dissolved in this game full of uncertainties. 
Unreached by law of the mortals,
Melting with the joyous fraternity of the universe
Let the joy remains joyous, for what avails in joy is but joy
Wither the senses travel, perchance a new experience awaits
To not to be bonded my wishes always be. 
Alas!! Vicious indeed the objective world,
Every contact keeps the mind in chain.

This second passes so swiftly
With the breeze sweeping across my face,
In this eternal dance I am eternity
Unaffected by turmoils and turbulence.
Synchronized in blissful tryst with the cosmic divine,
Alas!! Vicious indeed the objective world
Every contact keeps the mind in chain. 
I am awaken again many many times 
Within my own unbounded dreams from a sleep that binds 
And, I see every corner is measured 
By time distance weight and size. 

In denial of acceptance I hurt the mind 
A choice of my own 
In acceptance of denial I care the mind 
Again a choice of my own. 
Again, the eternity is broken
I wish it will arise again 
Beckoning me with beacon of certainty 
That I am ever unbounded unchained unaffected.


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A Long Walk

A long walk I take

In search of the reveler

hidden within mind and senses.

A walk of wisdom

That separate the real from trivial

Clearing the mind’s lake

For a lucid reflection of a reality

Of which each of us represent.

I am not of this body

And I am not of this mind

I am but the eternal majesty

Unshakeable witness of the entire complexities

Between the so-called birth and

The so-called death.

A silent contemplation

Into the misty mind

Reveals the reveler

Much more clearer.

And I fall deep into

the bottomless silence.

I know I am not the shadowy existence

But an energy void of all banalities.

Yet the flesh craves more of the matter

Ever edging the spirit

Of its momentary conquest.

A long walk it is

I know the walk must continue,

Though spotless by nature

This me is tainted with duality

The ups and downs

And I must continue this walk

Wading the valley full of dirt,

The truth cannot be forever concealed

A diamond always shines

Though sometimes hidden.

 

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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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