Sunday, December 21, 2008

Ode to Reason

The grief of defeat

the tragedy of a loss

of the self

of the being

of the seed of existence

an extinguishing smoke

that clouds reason and entity

but, alas, unclear logic!

that cannot be

though sorrow that is not befitting

a life that one should not expect

lowly, one has lived

and humbly one must perish

in reminiscing events that

did not even happen under one's sight

yet is deeply engraved in one's heart

the death of the bogus master

he who does not even exist

nor, if he did, would not recognize one's personality

and the attachment altogether

yet one still dreams of living

beside the light of justice, the exalted character of logic

and yet a mere acquaintance one isn't even considered

for one sees, yet does not exist in that world

or vice-versa

the tragic event, thus, will be of no use

and it merely will be a part of a repertoire

of the thousands of fables and tales heard of

but deep within the chambers of emotion

the relationship exists

and one can feel the vibrations

the echoes of an ideal

typified by an ideal character

oh, machine of logic

oh, servant of justice

the masses are to see what is that they would be

and one becomes part of the looking audience

yet one longs to be a friend, or a student of this master

yet that would be illogical

and contrary to everything indeed!

then one should say, to the least,

that one is satisfied with everything

that one believes in the Perfection

which gives rise to the satisfaction

and is woven further by threads of the reasonable

then one should devote oneself to Perfection

that one becomes a servant and disciple

then, one would acquire the virtues of the master

and of the Higher Master

though to speak of the former is to allude of the Latter.

For justice and reason one will live!

Monday, December 15, 2008

Defeated

Trying to make sense of everything is a feat.


What sense?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Dark

Things are not right




Hateful.Disgusted.Wasted.




Fleet.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

The Antipodes

The things
that are seen
heard
felt
The emotions
the past
the memories
the dreams
then a realization
of a future ahead
one that awaits
one that is in our hands
one that is destined
what can anyone do?
the universe
the earth
a fluctuating vision
the sky
the sun
moon
stars of the infinity
harmony all around
gallery of the senses
bounds of the soul
see
think
comprehend
what is it?
what is this?
what are we?
what is
existence
in this realm of
possibilities
mere probabilities
or


a self



the self
the mind
the life

yes,life
and lives
and Life


does it make sense?
everything?

flicker

gasp

silence




imagery
or ideals?
random?
or conveying

the point of points
the ends of ends
the rendezvous place of the heart
human heart
perfection
Perfection

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Courage

Desperate for survival
There is no other choice
Run from eternity?


or face it head-on?
WHO DO YOU THINK WE ARE?

Friday, November 7, 2008

Turn

Crawling through, making through
Darkness gall, winter skull
Shining fades, killing blades
Dawning crack, wisdom stack
Stale event, Bad day's advent
Cross above, all we have


August.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Inevitable

To sway in the whims of time
Buried on grains ever-shifting
Struggle, towards the known
Dream of life and breath
Live!


and Death comes.