Life

For life is like a sea and we are the ripples that forms the wave. Forming an identity in the midst of the confusion or static clearness, and when at its peak, its prime youth, in its dance of life it finds its identity, in the moment's expressive individuality of form it thinks it finds itself but then it is inevitable what would happen, cause the truth is that we are all one. The identity is itself inconclusive, inconsequential.

And it is not that I speak from from not knowing that this is something that happens in just one phenomena. The desert with the dunes that fade and appear with time, one's identity is then just a fraction of what comes to be in the lifetime of the one. And same it is for a tree that rises from the earth to reach the stars and secretly digs deep, later just comes back and there is no distinguishing between earth and the living indentity. Even the most hideous of blackheads or whiteheads, that grows out of the skin for a moment they seem to be permanent, with the expression of vibrant colours that it proclaims to be its beauty also in the end dies and becomes one with the skin, sometimes almost as if it weren't there.

And I speak not cause I see these as patterns of life, but because it is governed by all the forces that we haven't a clue off, cause I think there is a master plan. And I may be mad to say this but in the end, it is what comes to be as Love. When here again we think of the word, we think of it as a mere fraction of the definite definition that we have given it now, but we we look closely, I know it as something that was in its concept and understanding something would not be able to comprehend its simplistic beauty that it is what weaves into life and life into it.

To speak of it, I would say that love would be of the rocks that lay under the soil that support the rocks that makes the road strong, the road in return in love with the tyres that aggressive rubs itself on it, the metals that rides on the jumpy rough rubber and the leather to its holds on strongly to it unlikely partner, and the rider to whom the smooth brushing of the wind on his face makes him feel that he is in heaven. And behold this is it.

For I think God in this ageless wisdom, might have made all things, but never let them to definitions that we have created on it. For he made everything in such simpleness that human complexity would never understand.

Cause I am sure that when I meet my maker, I think he will give me an answer so simple that I would never be able to comprehend it fully.

what was once

for all the silence that has crept in, and left such a garden of eden to waste

the beauty, a glimpse of god now laid to waste for human endeavours fail

mending the old broken house, that I once had so many different tastes,

for the light of dawn again seems to come, but the warmth now gone,

for all that once meant of great importance and innocense was brought down

and that its disappointing to see this, to know that life's promise shattered

the living that once was the light of the eternal grace

i see far and wide, i see the diming of the stars all night, and no hope now remains

cause all the meannings now fade, like a jeolous summers breaks the beautiful spring love

frail and subtle, the love bore the weight, which two souls could not understand

belief slyly took the back door, and we were left all alone,

the eden was lost again in the tales, with no hopes to be found again

a distant flute sings of similar songs, i hear more of these gardens burnt to the ground

though i am one, yet the pain of the mother i hear again and again for she bears

burdens of all and encompassing the pain that was sent from the reasons of cause and practical

melancholic chants in the wind i often hear, words of sympathetic praise follow all

yet i know that all may come to pass when the actual tremour would set in the waste

thundering silently, like a deep groan the sounds will rise, the pied pipper will hasten his tune

send his wishes for all to follow, and like puppets they all shall follow his charm at the end

the fallen, the wasted and the living will all follow to his tune, will all come to unite again

human failures, its weaknesses and his downfalls would not follow the dunes

and then a second chance will too then arise, out of the crowd blind foldedly i will be led to you