GOOD BYE CRUEL WORLD

My last breath is over! 


This corpse I leave behind! 


Goodbye cruel world!


Mottled  with passion


Bloating with greed


I  lie rotting by the roadside


I once had a dream of paradise


But now,  only my stench reaches the heavens


A life lost in self pursuit


A breath purely for  self sustenance


A pointless life! 


Good !  All this is over at-last!


Alas! What else can be said!

DEAD END

It’s a dead end

This journey, this path!

It’s all a dead end!

All that you hope

All that you achieve

All that you dream

All of this flamboyant life  

In the end!  

It is all just only a dead end! 

PARTHIAN THUD

In this merry go round of life

Don't get too dizzy!

Don’t get too carried away!

What takes you up today!  

Will also you bring down!

You may feel high now

But you too, will hit the ground

Some care for you

Some don’t! 

You care for some

For some, you don’t! 

Despite all this entanglement! 

Whether you trip or not

We’ll all fall down!

Falling freely to the ground!

The one and all, fixed destination!

Each one, has only a different trajectory!  

Some enter early!

Some just linger!

Some leave you helpless!

Some; you just don’t care!  

Despite all of this disparity

Sooner or later!

All of us will end with a parthian thud!

So dear friend!  The heretic says!

Dive down with ebullience!  

DICE TILL DEMISE

Having lost in this wily game of dice

Lost again to my mindless vice

All that I once gained in good fortune

Has now vanished away as melting ice

If I did not gamble with the fire of anger  

If I did not chase the unworthy prize

Would have all this darkness still arise

Tell me dear friend

In a rigged up game of pleasant guise

Is life really worth restraining demise? 

FISH ASHORE

The time has come and the tide has receded

The baren rocks are all exposed

A fish caught between rocks and sand

Where can I swim today?

My gills are dry and muddy

My heart is clogged with purple blood

My my scales are peeling

 And my fins flutter in the cold empty air

How long will this agnoy last

How long will the celestial fisherman play?

DARK NIGHT

In the darkness of this lonely night

I walk this deserted road of uncertainty

Dead end or a tunnel, only light can tell!

But blinded by darkness, I stand alone lost in emptiness!

Hoping the ground beneath does not give away

I tread unsteadily forward

Which way this night will end; only time can tell!

HEADLESS CHICKEN

Headless Chicken

Helter skelter as a head less chicken

Treading where your feet lead

While the blood is still pumping, and the flesh is still warm

A few more steps, before the final fall

Which way you head turns, does it really matter

When all you’re left with, is headless after slaughter!  

ASHES IN THE AIR

Ashes in air of the distant smoke!

Gone with the wind, both life and hope!

Flowing time and consciousness

In waves of suffering and happiness!

Lost to the mercy of the rolling dice

Ladders of love, and serpents of vice!

A journey filled with paradoxes!

Life, death and meaning!

Ashes in air of the distant smoke!

In the silence of death where is hope?

DEAD END

Remember, those days of sunshine

When the sky was still clear

When love was  in the air, and happiness all around

But seasons change; just as everything else

Surrounded now, by the darkness of the clouds

The cold  winter air beckons me

As my road is covered with fallen autumn leaves

Where else can I go now?

When the road I’ve taken, is only a dead end!

WILL YOU COME ?

Entangled in the messy monotony of my vacuous life!

Will you not come, to unwind me?

Bound to the hedonic ropes of pain and pleasure!

Will you not come, to unbind me?

Wandering in the wilderness of mindless action

Will you not come, to guide me?

Lost to the noisy life of pointless existence!

Will you not come, and  take me!

TELL ME GREAT ZARATHUSTRA

Wounded in battle! The battle for his own holy name

Fatally frozen in rigor-less mortis!

 The Lord God is finally dead!

And Übermensch,  our only salvation,  is snoring at his grave !

The vibrant shades of the colorless truth lie scattered 

Just as brains splattered on the mind's bloodied wall  

Tell me oh  great zarathustra! What mighty prism of ideas can divide the truth?

The infinite truth of the mindless skies!

The devil of nihilism may drag you to your hell

But, if you deny it all; how could you tell?

Your eternal castles built on paradise sand

But in the world of delusion,  can they withstand?

Bound to the orbit of mortal gravity

No sailor to sail your righteousness  

No soul to salvage your selfishness  

Riding alone on the tireless horse of chaos

What mindful monster will you tame?

If life is not even,  a worthy game!

Tell me oh great Zarathustra !  Is God really dead ?

BONE ASH

Bone ash, spreading in the winter breeze 

Bone ash, feeding the forest trees 

Bone ash is all you are!

Bone ash, is all I''ll become 

Bone ash;   all our pleasant memories!

Bone ash; the pain of all your miseries!

Bone ash; our hope and trust !

Bone ash; our love, lost to the dust!

Bone ash;  the final reality  ! 

Bone ash; our humble eternity!

UNEXPECTED RAIN

The sudden thunder awakens me from my sunny slumber

 

The storm clouds greet me by the dark and lonely sky

Startling rain drops drench me with surprise

Where was the voice of  thunder during those long summer nights?

Where were the embracing clouds when the earth and sky were barren?

Where were the raindrops when I thirsty in the wilderness ? 

Now that my struggle is over; they greet me with a rainy smile! 

When I no longer need the rain to sustain me and my pointless existence! 

I no longer wither and wilt, without raindrops to moisten my heart!

I no longer wait longingly  for the coming of the monsoon clouds

Yet, like an unexpected visitor the rain has come

Without knocking on my door , he had drenched me!

Without asking me, he had brought home the dark rainy clouds

Now that I am drenched, now that they have come

What am I to do; but to welcome them with wide open arms? 

What am to serve them :except the emptiness of my soul?

PICTURE FRAMES AND MEMORIES

Picture frames and memories

Hopes, smiles and miseries

Of love, loss and emptiness

The eternal pursuit of happiness

Of dreams and visions that only shatter!

Life and meaning; that don’t really matter!

With bonded chains of attachment

A life free of detachment

Can  selfless frames without memory

Be free from life, and its misery? 

MUZZY FOG

Soul shopping in a morgue

Misty clouds lost in a fog

Solace sought in vanity

Of hidden smoke and insanity

Flames of truth that do not  encumber

Reality’s dark drunken slumber

Of  hate, lust and violence

Sorrow, love, and silence

Soul hopping in a morgue

What is life, but a muzzy fog ! 

POINTLESS

Oh! How pointless is the limitless sky

When your wings are broken!

Oh! How pointless is the lifeless life

When your meaning is shaken!

Oh! How pointless is the broken heart

When your love is forsaken!

Oh! How pointless is pointlessness

When your life is taken !

FOUR SOLACES

Suppose there is no heaven and suppose there is no why

If all is empty; including the truth and the sky

If so dear friend, does it really matter; the way, we live or die ?

As belief and truth, my beloved friend

Don't always merge, or smoothly blend

Whether a cloud of dust or an angel to ascend 

all are possible till the very end

So live life  with virtue, as there is no other solution

Pure in mind, without greed, hate or delusion

And virtue, to choose beyond conflicting choices

Yields itself to the four final solaces

As suppose there is an evermore and suppose there is there is a fruit

A mind of virtue, in heaven shall surely reap

Thus is the first of the solaces 

But; suppose there is no hereafter and suppose there is no fruit

Yet here and now, free of greed hate and delusion

The mind of virtue; serene and happy it shall keep

Thus is the second of the solaces

Suppose evil begets evil, and good begets good

A virtuous mind begets only good

Thus is the third of the solaces 

But; suppose evil does not beget evil and good does not beget good

Living without hate greed and delusion; is still as good

Thus is fourth and final of the solaces 

Thus ,sweet are the ways of virtue; sweeter than honey and molasses

Free of hate greed and delusion

Great are the four and final solaces

SINKING SANDS

Can vice and virtue be held in hand 

Can salt and pepper be so bland 

As Love and passion and visions grand 

Aren't they castles, made of sand ?

And into skin,bone and marrow, must we peel 

For, is reality really,  worth the feel ?

And deep beneath the formless fruit 

clusters of the seedless truth

Lie scattered in the pathless route 

As actions urged by reeking glands 

Cant be more than sinking sands 

Tell me dear Life  

must we still go, hand in hand ?