I traveled to Alhazred hence,
The statue and the bench.
There he is locked within,
For his very Sin.
Once I drew him out,
When I was madly roaming about.
But chained he was to me,
So he couldn't flee.
Alhazred saw me pluck the flowers,
And threw the roses over him so fragrant.
And he didn't liked it then,
But I tried to learn him a lesson.
Death comes by for all to see,
And even when you don't want, it shall be!
You cannot remain in this statue for eternity,
Alhazred let me set thee free!
I wish it! So Mote It Be!
I will visit thee...
Until thou art free!
Transcendence (And Body Politic)
Her guises were stripped off
Like paint;
I had wondered where she could
have gotten to—to act like a saint
The earthquakes have multiple meanings, after all:
There are moments of truth.
But our attitudes, in facing them, such are several.
Why should we try to act on certain
situations, just to make us huge?
Her views of change mattered to
me, for lacking subterfuge
'Tis so raw, so fresh,
so debilitatingly godly
When fake media is stressed, let all
disdain blasphemy.
Are we just spirits in human bodies,—
in the physicality?—
For, when— it makes it clear,
our true selves gather up
a multitudes' spirituality!
An Escapist's Poem
(Dedicated to the Leaves)
We always pick the flower for no
Good reason,
Like an insect from a plant,
'tis steady 'til—gone!
We always had seen the sky
Like 'tis the glorious blue color
Then we often see how clouds move.
Something we remember
Now that our lovelorn past had
Paid its price, in this moment—
We falter, we forgive, we abnegate tomorrow
For our precious accident
We learned to measure strength and
Weakness in terms of cordiality;
Lest we may never go home,
Midstride, to the forlorn eternity!
God has little signs for solemates when they meet
There are sudden fits of speechlessness and
thoughts that make you weak.
Have you ever had a vision that would
drop you to your knees?
Did it take you on a journey
beyond all your fantacies?
With his infinate wisdom
God has Angels that he sends...
And baby, I've got Butterflies for friends.
SOMETIMES I SEE A VISION,
AND IT TURNS INTO REALITY,
I WOULD NOT LAY EMPHASIS ON IT EARLIER,
BUT FREQUENT OCCURRENCES LED ME TO THINK ON.
IS IT DIVINATION?
WELL, I DON’T THINK SO,
IS IT A GIFT DIVINE,
OR A CURSE, AN IRRITATION?
SOMETIMES I THINK OF THE THINGS,
WHICH ARE BASELESS,
WHO KNOWS, THERE MAY BE SOME CONNECTIONS,
WITH THE UNEXPLAINED BEINGS!
IT USED TO PAIN ME AGO,
BUT I’M USED TO IT NOW,
AND RATHER TAKE PLEASURE IN THE VISIONS,
WHICH LEAVE ME BEWILDERED SO.
PERHAPS EACH REVELATION IS A MESSAGE,
PERHAPS THERE’S NO LOGIC BEHIND IT WHATSOEVER,
MAYBE THERE IS,
CAN ONLY BE TOLD BY A BONA FIDE SAGE!
into the dark treed forest