Saturday 16 February 2013

'Tomorrow I go to War'


When joy dies slowly by its own guilt
and laughter gives a twinge of pain
deep in the heart
silence engulfs

When the mistletoe of love
has grown and spread
too strong to rip, to deep to cut

When the mirrors reflect a familiar face
and the mind struggles to give it a name
who you are? who you have you been?

When what you have, and what you seek
the past, the present and the coming
the hands of the clock, the hours and minutes
the years, the months, the days, the week
and what you hold in your hands...
turns to sand

When the breeze that blows, crosses across
the hole in the chest, neither heals, nor grows
flying you go, like a leaf on the streets
and towns and cities begin to fade
It's time

Swim to the ocean of dying souls
stare in the eyes, that have lost all
stare deep and do not blink
there lies the answer
who you will be

...........


There are those who fight for honor. There are those who fight for pride. There are those too, who fight for riches and money and those, who fight because they don't have any other choice. Often, it is not the reason that decides who you are, how brave, how strong. Often, it is not the victory or defeat that separates heroes from villains. But it is how you fight and it is, who's war you are fighting. 

But Harry says, it is in victory that the heroes and villains become equals. I asked him, how? He tells me, no hero can defeat a villain without becoming his equal. They must be at balance, and in that moment, when one's balance is lost by the weight of the other, there, there lies the moment of victory. He says, "you see, all heroes they can only win when they can outsmart the villain, when they can outshine them. And tell me, tell me just how do they do it? There is just one answer to that - by becoming a better villain then them". In his books, all heroes are villains.

If there be no victory, who can separate the villains from heros? Interesting, is it not ? That both sides share the same fear of loss, death and blood. Both sides are equal in more things than they can think of, such as their belief in being right. Each of them considers himself to be right, to be hero. Perhaps, the it all boils down to which side you are standing at. 

The guy makes sense. He does, mostly. I said to him, yes Harry victory of a hero or a villain, both wear the same color of blood. Both are red. Defeat, in itself is too weak to decide the right or wrong. Every defeat is like a single cell organism, it seems small, meager, weak but it breeds. Slowly, it grows, multiplies, joins and before you know its back on its feet. The reason....the reason behind every fight, every war, no matter how strong or how glorious it is, but when the first soldier's blood spills on the battle ground....from that moment on, every war, every fight is left with only one purpose - survival. No glory, no honor, no pride, just survival. There is no glory in war, but there is more to it then just that. Specially, when the war is with one's self.








Friday 15 February 2013

Total Submission


I won’t ask, not to break my heart
If you so desire, break me 
and leave me scattered from west to east
just give me strength to bear the pain
So that I don't fail you

I do not complain about the wounds you inflict
I hold them as dear as your love and kindness
just help me bleed until I am clean

I don’t ask you to fulfill my desire
just give me courage to fulfill yours, 
no matter it is against mine

I bow my head to you Master, 
In you I trust
In you I find my strength

I will not complain. I will not question
My heart is doubtless, My soul has faith

Throw a stone at me and I won’t stop you
I will pick and bring it back to you
I will not raise my head, I will not say a word

I owe my being to you
I owe you my soul
Please don't give myself back to me
How can I keep what is not mine

I am at your door, always I'll be
in disgrace and humility I found blessings manifold
And it is not the Masters who choose their disciples
It is the disciples...
and I have chosen you

I give the reins of my fate in your hands
Master of the Masters, 
you conquer the parts of my soul, that I could never rule


O’ Master of the hearts, Soul of the souls
down on my knees, 
I submit to love
to the roses, and to the thorns
consume me. 

Monday 11 February 2013

One


When the breeze of your memories blows
My heart shivers like an autumn leaf

With the mention of your name
My tongue falls back inside me
and silence is the only language I can speak

Every detail of your face is visible to me
Like it is engraved in my eyes
Without you I am nothing more than a shadow of my own life

In the mirrors, in what I say or do
And what I think, and how I look
Every thing about me
Reminds me of you

How many mirrors can I break
And how many words can I leave unsaid
How many faces can I change
How many thoughts can I slay

How can I separate me from you
You are in me like water in wine

Coeur Intemporel


Hear my silence, so much it has to say
Answer me through the heart
I am listening to you
In the quiet of the night


I have lost my lips to love
and my eyes
Bewildered by what they see
Beneath the layers of my skin
Beneath the flesh
And the bones
an existence,
a sun, burning inside my chest
casting a shadow
The shadow that I am

In this darkness,
That surrounds you and me
Love, has lit a torch
Can you see? 

Walk my way

Walk my way
in between the occurrences of wakefulness
You'll always find me standing there, where you left

The flames in my eyes
You will always find them lighting the path
that leads from you to me

Love is timeless
and my heart is in the hands of love
it does not age
Every night is a quest for you
Every day I fall in love with you again
again...