Mindless Meanderings ...(3)

Day Of Reckoning

 

Someday my voice will be listened,

That day my eyes will be glistened,

I know not who would be the one who will circumscribe,

But I am sure,that moment wont be soiled,would be free from any envy or bribe.

To listen to my heart'o'beat that runs in the muted background,

She would enchant the air to vibrate and would go round and round.

Come o day of reckoning,come fast and light,

I am waiting since ages,without recourse without fight,

Dont have me see your back,dont show your horns in my sight,

Surprise me when you come,dont add light to that which  is already bright.

I Ask you o lord,whether I am ready for the surfeit,

Tell me o mercifull,which mountain is my pulpit.

Never betray me by giving me what I dont deserve,which I dont inherit,

I wont be called to the gallows for no reason,I wont accept larceny without the actual culprit.

Lest I fail you make that success soup,

Lest I fall,you cushion that ground nook.

I believe in you and your angels,

Let me thrive in the holy ponds and wells,

The arrows of destiny are fired from the sound of knolls,

But let me revel in merry,Let me escape the death trolls.

Bandits on the rise...

The horses saunter into the clearing,

The bandits were what  they were bearing,

The sun was up,its rays heavy and searing,

But the bandits are on the rise,and the commoners are fearing.

The Horses`s Mane is where they hid the hidden fodder,

Their treasures in the swiss alps goes broader and broader.

The king of the bandits calls the money home inordinate,

The justice lady is now hanging upside down,having lost its coordinate.

We are living in a world of anarchy and shame,

Even soldiers are sold,now whom to call for help and whom to blame.

The rulers of the land themselves are caught in these spotty mires,

Only the bandits are the citizens now,only they have the sires.

The marketplace  is rife with swindlers,

Thugs are aplenty,in games or in coffin sellers,

Treachery now has a permanent abode in heart of the dwellers,

Money is outshining even the radiance within the saints,the teachers.

The sword of fate slashes through the guts of the wrongdoers,

Only this time its amplitude is very large,the prolonged darkness is booming naysayers,

The trove of gold in the bandit-treasure outweighs the honesty in the believers,

The day is not far away when even god would want bribe for answering the prayers.

 

Dark Times...

Sombre...

Sombre is my mood today.
God is not here anyway..
I want to tear apart the seconds that promise but never deliver...
Even tears refuse to roll down the cheeks unless you are clever....

For there is no place left for innocence in this world order.....
Treachery,knavery and ruse are the spices instead of mint and clover......
The broth is spoiled cause there are too many cooks and no one to rest the shoulder.......
Life is now a mire of unattended desires and is growing dank and colder........

Contemplation of deeds in the mirror.........
Fires back a distended image of shame and horror..........
Sorrow is not what I ordered,and pain is now never farther...........

Everyday I wake to,gnaws at the moth eaten heart blister............
And only satisfaction that there is that the drug is slow and never in cluster.............


I won`t put up the fight mister..............
I am not your puppet anymore not anymore your jestor...............

Leave me alone oh! prophet o saint!
Let me nurse my war injuries,let me tend to my heart, regularly faint!
I wont succumb to the wont of agony,even the kick is scant!
Getting my hair down,I shall rise again,the cry in the air is rant!

Future...

Way forward...


I cant see ahead,ah! the fog is at bay,
But the future is very clear to me?nay!

I cant surmise what I have in store,
But that is the essence,that is the roar.

If future was all clear,god! if the path was all clear,
Wont I would be sitting idle,wont I be waster,Oh dear!

I suffered the ignominy of love and hate,
But all trasitory ,all in a spate.

The present times are much more exciting I say,
What future holds is nothing,even seer are blinded by the present ray.

I might sound frivolous,I might end up being a novice,
But I want to mend the things at hand,I want to fill up that leaking crevice.

Becoming someone you desire,having someone you aspire,
Will all happen in good time,let me drip blood,let me perspire.

Even god doesnt know how the knots would untangle,
Never put your money on wealth or health,it will mar,it will mangle.

Money again is the kin of king of jungle,never
 pursue,never anger,let it clink,let it slumber.

We all belong to different strands,to different destiny,
Never compare,for the seeds are sown always in deep earth and in tiny.

Celebrate today! for the future can wait,
Defer the worries,use your smile as a bait.

Final Salute...(1)

So it ends....


I might have been sleeping in the cot,
The day would have been just that shiny and nightsnores would have been in lot.

For you came along and stole me,
I was never the same,the life was imbued,I was beside me.

The frenzy of the days was frozen in the mist of nights,
When you churned me over,and ideas flowed in a prill of brights.

The time had wings to it,I failed to see,
Worried about mundane things,never cared about thee.

Soon the new dawn would bring the curtain down,
I would miss the toil,that scowl and that frown.

I keep missing the details of this adventure,
The broader picture now is the fresco,our future.

I recluse from the fact that it is bound to be this way,
Maybe I should intervene,maybe my heart should have its say.

The high and lows,the ebbs and the tides,
We have burned through the hell,we have mastered the rough rides.

Never grudges stayed with me for long,
I wish!cant a miracle happen,let it prolong.

The countdown has started,let me be a part,
Never let me forget,never let my eyes smart.

I wish to have a memory endeared with everything I was and what I became,
I love to see life after 5 years and may love be still the same.

Coming back to the ashes,to the path we have trodden,
May bring back memories,may leave our hearts sodden.

But let it be,for the joy is in coming back,
Our time here was wonderful,even seconds here stack.

Dont worry about the future,it will fall in place alright,
Just pack the bags with memories,some murky some all bright.

Bade me goodbye,says the setting sun,
You all will see another one...now run,run and run.