Let me live... and live alone....

Life is tension,

love is further apprehension.

Such a waste of emotions,

and mess of feelings.

They tie me to people,

and bind to useless earthly affairs.

I wanna leave;

Stay alone somewhere;

May then I find peace;

Away from all this mayhem.

But this world binds me,

ties me, due to painful emotions and feelings,

due to love and cravings.

I wanna leave and live.

Live alone in the lands of green,

a peaceful place with nature’s reign.

Baptized Fiend!!!!

This is an abstract... and is not supposed to mean anything... written totally absent mindedly. However readers are invited to come out with their own explanations and meanings of this one.

 

Mind not working.

Pain is sane.

Suffering mounts,

game is old and sucking.

I need something new,

to entice the brain,

color it in a new hue.

Waana mark the drops.

blood and Pain in one,

night and Day unclear,

Screwing the thought,

numbing the mind,

paralyzing the reflexes.

I am Baptized Fiend,

the precursor to your screams.

Beware!!! The Doom Awaits.

Capitalization in world,

fueled the economic development.

Fools stuck to farms,

smart-asses went for Industrial Investment.

Necessity gave birth to invention,

while luxury was born of leisure.

Metal crowded the earth of dirt and stone,

while stress mounted instead of peace and pleasure.

Gas, Coal and Oil pumped out,

rendering Earth a hollow globe.

Farms, fields and forests wiped out,

turning the green planet to color of barren brown slope.

Business growing with,

new inventions being developed.

Sensex rising,

fueled by Earth's bones and blood.

Mother Earth, harbinger of all life,

sustains all damages and still smiles.

Year after year, grows the strain,

yet she smiles, yet she smiles, yet she smiles.

The day is not far,

when mother looses her power.

The day of end of this boon,

the day of all life's DOOM!

Chronicles of a lonely Sage…

Swordsman moves,

slashing, cutting and hacking.

Pike man defends,

ducking, dancing and distancing.

Cavalry strikes,

swiftly, orderly and pouncing.

Bowman twinged,

hastily, accurately and covering.

Amid this chaos,

walks a lonely sage.

White gown, streaked red.

his heart bleeding, and emotions dead.

Broken sword,

beneath his feet.

Abandoned hammer,

lies on street.

A head rolled,

on ground in his path.

Amid all sorts of limbs,

some with weapons still attached.

Amid this chaos,

walks a lonely sage.

White gown, streaked red.

his heart bleeding, and emotions dead.

Ears throbbed,

with screams of dying.

Eyes watered,

with clouds of dust and smoke, flying.

Mind numb at,

ruthlessness and butchery by man.

Heart in torment at,

treachery and deceit by God.

Amid this chaos,

walks a lonely sage.

White gown, streaked red.

heart bleeding, and emotions dead.

Why in the name of God?

How can man be so ruthless?

Is it the man’s intolerance;

or is it God’s insolence?

Why for the religion?

Is it not just a path to reach almighty?

What do they gain?

Why so much pain?

Inside the lonely sage,

rages a storm and chaos.

White gown, streaked red,

his heart bleeding and emotions dead.

In the name of God,

they fight and kill.

For the sake of religion,

they break all the rules it preaches.

Where’s the God?

For whom they fight?

Where is the religious doctrine,

that preaches peace and human rite.

Here stands the lonely sage,

enlightened in a personal way.

Its no God, but Human,

we must believe in.

Its not religion, but humanity,

that we must preach and follow.

The only path to peace is,

by being a human;

who is common to every religion.

Here stands he, the lonely sage,

calm and smiling.

White gown, white again;

heart thumping joyously,

and emotions reeling peacefully.