Innocuous Secret

A secret box in a secret corner In my universe between the door and the window See kites across the bright sky hear their shouts, roars and cooing booing and shooing I, in the comfort guarding, a secret that is mine. If the old man sees or the lady finds, what will they think. Shun

Chronicles of the end (Tyre)

Vulcanised from raw rubber Chosen wisely from the plantations Deep in the district of Kottayam I was born of heat and pressure Liken to the fortunes of many Who toiled under the hot sun And who burned near the kiln   Made to be married and be a fit I was marked for perfection As

Charlatan

There comes him Man of few words Poetry if it comes A trail of merry Kids teeter around Music in his gait Men clamour to offer drink   Woman love him When he praises Without reason Damsels quiver When he prods Some times with smile Or raised eyebrow Elicit lustful love   Stop you crazy

Epiphany (Reprise 1)

Dawns With crush of death All that was gained and lost All that was saved and squandered All that was loved and despised All that was accomplished All that was destroyed Life is neuter And we measure by Black and white High and low Far and near Love and hate.  

Epiphany

Indulged in deluge of modern life’s broadcast Propaganda of the way and of not the way That which is right And that which is mine What ought to be And what is possible Not of what we are capable But what we desire Of methods and processes Of wills and choices Of what we choose

The Slaying

“I know the truth of this” said David “He doesn’t know himself; He was born to be redeemed, And I’ll do it for him” And the giant was slayed, David beckoned the crowd and said, “That’s why you all are here Find how you are meant to be redeemed And do so with love”  

Realisation (I am back)

A hiatus of few days A journey of 1000 miles An experience of ages A glimpse of eternity Come back From mooring and musing to thoughtlessness From endless questions to fruitless answers From purposefulness to hopelessness From of death to of life From meaning to unexplained From action to destiny From love to freedom From

PRESENT (Reprise 1)

What good is it In feeling the pain that was, In the moment of joy that passed, In reminiscing what fades?   What good is it In being helpless in love that ends, In holding to hope that shatters, In promises that self effaces?   What good is it In Mooring over the days, In

PRESENT

Make peace with your past So it won’t mar your today Memories, let them stay the way Mooring over the days Living the straws of yesterday Don’t fight with self control Don’t confront to make amends Make peace with your past So it won’t mar your today

Hopeless state of mind

In my hopeless state of mind In my hopeless state of mind there resides a man who speaks on my turn of letting go of the chains these manacles called love There are more, but he argues with his code of silence in my hopeless state of mind. of living by duty and law when