G Y P S Y

roun' the fire,

danced slowly,

to rythm and beats,

enticingly ,

smoothly ,

the toes moving as a serpent,

slick and suave,

as ambers of fire cast shadows,

flexing the arms,

swirling,

in a rage she moves,

bewitching,

captivating,

glistening skin,

dancing the night away into oblivion..

E n d

O' ye adamite,

behold!

do not rejoice your delay,

as it shall not last,

bow your head,

unto thy creator,

for there is an end,

to the sun ,

to the moon,

to this delusive world,

and to you,

naked shall the soul be then,

an attire of mud and clay cast off,

to return,

to give away ,

which never was yours,

to lie deep in the heart of earth..

LULLABY

So long o' moon ,
Adieu o' my knight,
Kiss me farewell ,
My beau ideal,
Soft and silky against my arms,
Holding your scent,
Lingers and haunts my dreams,
Oasis for my thirst ,
Slow caress,
Sighs,
Dancing shadows,
Tender heart beats,
Secrets hidden in thy sly smiles,
Painful as it is ,
But I part with thee,
O' charmer,
O' necromancer,
Do daze me ,
As I wash away ,
Every single trace,
Resting my head,
On the clouds of prayers,
Sing to me ,
Yet again,
A lullaby,
Ever so sweetly,
Gently,
Divinely,
Cast your spell...

Lost Voices.

I lack the power,

To reach inside and blind out the knavery,

A sense of betrayal and faithlessness,

A perfidy to this sacred engagement,

With myself and my numb soul,

To furnished lies and mockery,

Of twisted accuracy,

I am but an infidel,

Witness to fickle laison with life,

Mirror to misty reflections,

feeble echoes ,

Of lost voices.

O R B

Set free,

Abandon them,

Those crystal balls,

Part with the ambers of rage,

Bright roses of innocence,

Turquoise waters,

Opal dew,

Let go,

Grayness of a cloud,

Holiness of green,

Revolution in red,

Innovation in blue,

Hold it inside,

Conceal the silence,

A cherished desire,

Drift into a peaceful slumber,

Of dusky bleakness,

Of raw desolate twilight.

The last leaf .

Way up,

On a high branch,

Hangs the last leaf,

Golden,

Fragile,

Clinging onto a dried branch,

Spring's last hope,

As autumn is strewn on the ground,

A prediction to an end,

Of flowery ornaments ,

Of blossoms,

Of beauty,

Swaying on a melancholy cold tune,

Wind sealing its fate,

Falling upon dead grass,

To be blown away,

Abandoning its beloved tree,

Withdrawing from all rights to nature,

To wither away,

To vanish.

Madness in form of a reform.

The aim to live well and strive to live , one unfolds the philosophy of happiness and the other peace . One requires controlling passion and the other to kill emotions . To be happy is to have more than the rational mind can concieve and to be at peace there has to be a compromise with life. There is no mystery to God's will , what's required is the understanding of the human society towards the greater plan.It is acceptable to not know the answers , but to stop questioning is distraction from sanity.Does the shame and fear to know more than it is required put a halt to progression ? Does progression fall in sync with happiness?
There can be more theories than we can possibly think but only one solution to achieve what the brain craves , it is to know the difference between knowing things as they actually are or as they seem to be .
The incorrectly drived motivation towards an illusion can ruin the basic concepts .To live in a frenzy of confused emotions and pure lunacy is pure innocence of a drooling child but to impose it with the awareness of a scholar is a crime.There must be checks and balances , a line that could be defined for a movement , to carry out the madness in form of a reform.It is our duty to smoothen a very cornered path , a textured morality which is deeply shaded from the common eye.To use the principles of wisdom on war footing and make it acceptable for a larger audience.To let the disoriented vision fall clear of all blinders and connect with the supereme being . Connect with faith and mission , with decisiveness and discipline of thought.
The art of self control and substitution of obedience can turn the crispness into polite subservience. The willingness to serve the purpose of divine rule , accepting sycophancy and waiting to be rewarded . The reward being obscure and to understand that it will be delivered.
Unfolding the true theology and investing a firm trust in it's integrity.

R I S E !

O ye deluded masses,

rise!

Be not the dull race,

For thy lord is waiting for thee victory,

Open ye arms to the golden sun,

Harvest your strength against storms, rains of gloom and thunders of tyranny,

Spread the warmth & trust,

Justice and freedom,

Learn to hope,

Learn to dream,

Ignite the spark that fuels the soul,

Fall we may,

To hold and to support,

To unite and fight,

And "rise" we shall,

Against all odds,

Against all demons,

Be the voice that shakes every grain,every mountain and every river ,

Rise like waves and leap forward like fire ,

Let not the bloodhounds prey on us,

Rise with vigour and chivalry,

Rise with dignity,

O ye masses !

Rise and unite.