Silent Whispers

The silent whispers of eternity,
call me from afar.
Choking the life out of me,
making me breathless.
The haunting mirage
never leaves me alone
The mist of hope recedes into distance
letting the darkness engulf my being
The Angels don't hear my calling
blissfully enjoying their Heavens
Will you stand by me in my darkest hour,
I asked her.
She remained silent,
gripped by fear
Unable to move,
immobilized by interia
Her lips moved but words were frozen,
just like her soul.
I closed my eyes
unable to bear the silence.
When I opened my eyes,
she was gone.
Never to return in my waking life
yet haunting me in my dreams each night.
The haunting continued,
sapping my soul
Devouring it from the core
leaving it lifeless
I wandered like a waif
from one shore of hell to another
The shores of hell seemed endless
just like my suffering
Each oasis I saw
turned out to be a mirage
Then one day I gave up
the struggle to live
Offerring myself to be devoured
by hunger, pain and agony
No longer did I seek
Love and Light, but only death
Eons passed in this unending wait
for the messenger of death to arrive
Then one day I saw a light coming my way
hurtling towards me at lightening speed
Expecting death I lay still
waiting for my suffering to end
The ball of light struck me
and I fell down
When the "I" falls down,
it signals the end of suffering
For darkness begins to form
when the "I" comes between You and Light

I got bombed today

I got bombed today,
Yes I got bombed today
A part of me,
killed another part of me
Nay, a part of me,
tried to kill another part of me.
A part of me hates
another part of me
A part me wants to shred to tears
another part of me
A part of me wants to hang to death,
another part of me
A part of me wants to burn alive
another part of me
A part of me wants to terrorise
another part of me
A part me wants to bomb
another part of me
Yet, a part of me loves
another part of me
My heart bleeds for the bomber and the bombed
'cause both are children of the same God
If God can love them both,
how can I love one and hate another

I and my pain

Tears don't stop flowing
the heart doesn't stop hurting.
The pain is endless
with no end in sight.
Where did it spring forth from?
Who fathered this wretched thing?
It came uninvited,
tearing my life apart.
It turned my heart into stone,
sucking dry my ocean of love.
Hatred and anger sprang from it,
covering my life into darkness.
I became my worst enemy,
hating every fiber of my being.
The pain made me numb,
unable to feel, act or move.
My life force dwindled,
ephemeral, evanascent, transient.
I lost touch with reality,
pain bacame my only reality.
I wrote odes to pain,
immersing myself in it every waking moment.
God was an unknown entity,
relegated to an unknown lair.
My voice never reached Him
for He had gone deaf.
Deaf was the God,
and so were his Angels.
Never caring once,
for this God forsaken child.
Wasn't I a child of God,
just like every other being.
Why did I go through hell,
for no fault of mine.
In return for my love,
only hurt and deceit did I get.
When I surrendered,
people trampled on me.
When I gave love,
they fled away taking away my trust.
How could God make such a horrible world,
horrible, painful and ugly.
Ugly is the world and ugly are it's beings,
Or so I thought.
I chanced upon a stranger,
who talked about God.
He knew my pain,
more than I knew it.
He felt so right,
but caused me fright.
Pain is an illusion,
Said the stranger.
The harder you fight it,
the stronger it gets.
Confront it in it's face,
and it melts away into thin air.
Like it never existed,
except in your imagination.

Seek the Truth

Hope is a delusion,
that deludes many.
Have you found the Joy,
without the seed of pain within it?
Have you found the shore,
that doesn't have another end?
Have you found Love,
without sadness in it's fold.
Look for the Truth,
for in it's lair none else resides.
Devoid of deception,
Truth lays bare everything.
Devoid of attachment,
it pains no one.
Devoid of suffering,
it hurts no one.
It is Just it is,
like you are Who you are.

Nature of the Soul

Soaring in the air,
yet not aloft.
Touching the water,
yet not wet.
Such is the nature
of the Soul.
Living in the world,
yet not of the world

Touched by a stranger

I have been touched by a stranger,
Stranger I never met.
No that's a lie,
Our eyes did meet.
And I saw the depth of my soul
Reflected in his eyes.
I have been touched by a stranger,
Stranger I never met.
Who knows it might have been Him
For He comes in the garb of a man.
But He is not a stranger to me,
Even though strange are His ways.
Maybe the stranger was sent by Him,
To touch me, heal me and remind me.
In every stranger we meet,
Is a chance to meet Him.
I have been touched by a stranger,
Stranger I never met

The flickering flame

In the midst of a storm,
lay burning, a flickering flame.
When the storm was raging,
it flickered, running helter and skelter.
It seemed as if it would die soon,
but the intensity only grew larger.
The flame refused to die,
and chose to burn bright.
For it knew no purpose
than to give Light where darkness lay.
When the storm died down,
the calm was restored.
And the flame burned bright and high,
throwing myriad colors in all directions.
It has been burning for centuries,
giving Light to the world.
It has seen a thousand storms,
yet none could touch it.
For when the Hands of God are protecting you
no storm can touch you.