Thy will… as in heaven…

We call that span between birth and death,
The life: rugged and mystic; pathetic
And soul stirring; bewitching as well as
Disdainful; frivolous yet ebullient.

Those conscious of the vanity of living
Are isolated and demeaned from the
Mainstream of ‘the faithful’.
Mutterings evaluated and classified
As ramblings of the abnormal intellect.

Prayers are sandwiched between
Desires, dreams, and deeds.
Prophets narrated their dreams
As a relic of their frustrations,
To a recalcitrant world, ever doubtful
About the themes and scenario of future;
And claimed divine sanctions behind it,
As revelations of what lies ahead.

Could the earth ever turn into a heaven?
Could the tiger and the lamb have
Peaceful co-existence or the wiper
Cease to be poisonous any further?
The Saints duped us with their tales
Of their trust, and faith in the Almighty.
Even God deceived us through commandments.

Many are waiting to get on to the
Bandwagon of such an apple cart.
Or is all that they said, a dream only?
What is amusing in that life, which is
Called a dream, without the illusion
And hallucination of such dreams?
The attires worn in this game,
The scenarios comprising it, and
Its enactments are delectable in ‘to-to.’
All attires are adorned by dreams
Of the soul, on our bodies…

Heavens

We grieve for riches, our hearts break for beloveds;
Desolate on account of blindness;
Distressed in having, sight and vision.
Life as a whole is always wrenched in agony...

Those who envision a heaven, in a place beyond
This earth, and aspiring to reach there,
Fleeing from all earthbound woes,
Are fondling, a will of the wisp – alluring and delusive.
Realize now, that in here is the heaven and the hell.
Experience both in this world, in a life time,.

New York or Paris; Jesus or Krishna.
The prophet or Jehovah is all equal to a blind.
Those who believe that God is overseeing everything,
Are holding such a faith, in their stupidity.
Behold both God and Satan, in here itself.
Both are thriving on the faith of followers.
They have domiciled in this earth now and
Abound by believers and worshippers;
Proving that earth is a better place, than Heaven!

Lead kindly light!

Discard your yesterdays
It is gone everlastingly.
If we need to be lead to eternity,
Beyond death, beyond time,
Do not look into the past or future.
It will never come near us.
Do not think, about your tomorrows.

But we always think about our tomorrows
And also life beyond our demise;
About the heavenly bliss, hoping to
Enjoy the abandoned comforts of this world
Forever and ever, interminably.
‘Do not use alcoholic drinks’.
‘Woman is the gateway to hell.’
The religion teaches us so many ’Don’ts’.
Heaven forbids all such pleasures in life,
And guarantees them, when you reach there
To enjoy, boundlessly, and without restriction.
A licentious life in all its meaning!
But all happiness, and enjoyment is
Out of bounds in this life.
What an irony! Idiosyncrasy!

And here we abdicate, and forsake
All the natural desires of spirit,
Fasting, penance, worship, self immolation,
Struggling and striving to attain salvation,
In the hope of enjoying them, in a thousand fold
When we reach the sanctified abode they call ‘HEAVEN’….

Mislaid heavens!

Mislaid heavens! You have given me
A throne of plaintive domain, a broken one,
Where groans are whisking from all sides.
The smiling sky with the rainbow of love
Has disintegrated and wandered away from me…

She dried up my tears with her heart-touch
Writing radiant dreams in my eyes;
Thrusting ravishing poesy in my lips,
Transformed as a withered flower under my treads,
In the lonely path, of my poignant sentiments…

Sleep! Shattered dreams, and dissipated desires.
Do not kindle insipid cloying passions any more.
Do not uncork my enthralling philter.
Sleep now; fall down and sleep; efface your memory.
In the cloister of this forlorn life
Mute feelings are effusive, but useless.
Days of blooming laughter and amusement are prologues,
And foreshadows in the journey to desolation!
Don’t cry, my heart! Do not saunter seeking dreams.
For dreams are meaningless; urges and desires
Are only nuances of the self obsessed greed, in the mind!