My spiritual journey has been a weary walk
Into the unknown where sins talk.
My next step I can only see beyond my nose;
In the dark, I crawl on my knees and toes.
Beyond walls painted with indecency
I tread on, hoping I am on course.
Voices of deceit call on for me to see
How gloomy where I was heading was.
I took another route, one less taken
Covered with guises, goodies but mistaken
To be work, for it's draped in overalls
Especially when the divine messenger calls.
Now halfway to the place I seek
Where morality and godliness peak
I walk with vigor and purpose
For to the promised land I'm close.
Death,
is darkness that covers
to all
from Earth...
Death is divine messenger
of clarity,
that will illuminate
the new inhabitants
newcomers
from ancient time,
to the fresh world,
novel era... !
It was an evening walking
In the moonlit night standing
Saw an angel resting
In the golden light
Of the night
Keeping
An eyeing
His love indescribable
His presence overwhelming
A child longing to meet its father
Its cry so unbearable
Mangling to the heart; melancholy
A bondage unbreakable
Apart from being crestfallen by the cruel world,
the child croons to its father to hear its cries,
to save it from the cruel world and its temptations.
World has taught its people to misconstrue everything
World which continues to create cross-patched people,
so acrid and easily credulous
Affectation people
desperate to receive miracles, wealth, see signs and wonders;
trapped in our own world, self-centered.
Credulous people we become
easily deluded by the cunning.
Set apart we must become
like servants awaiting their master,
like new born babies opening their eyes for the first time
like the shepherd's sheep
like masterpieces of the master
The head, a divine messenger for human leadership
Holy scriptures with direct instructions stay as the constitution
Eradication of mixed opinions to keep the sheep completely homogeneous
Official orientation of any kind is void of different beliefs
Creed established and adhered to irrespective of the human right stand
Religion, the command, staff, seal and national identity
Administration under the lordship of some proclaimed unseen forces
Creating a political system tantamount to totalitarianism
Yielding to semi-molded exposure or even close mindedness of its citizens.
An old friend made it like blossom in my soul,
All I was feeling was blood rush in the deep core.
It wasn’t just friendship that brought two of us so close,
We were hoping for so much more leaving behind the sore.
All i could understand about her, was the angelic nature she hold,
But who knew, it was just the double heart she had mold.
The way she uncovered herself to me was all I knew,
But the molded heart opened up to me like rotten stew.
I never thought, it would turn up to me like this,
For all i just was waiting for the little bliss.
The world pretended to me like gratifying & liberated,
But it ended up the other way which I had most hated.
All she possessed was the "Nature fake",
And I felt like washing my hands in the dirty lake.
On every step she just tried to prove me wrong,
With all this I knew it’s not going to go too long.
From all this I have learned a lesson to remember,
Trust only those, who have heart like divine messenger.
Just turn out to this world, the way you are,
Because later on it just gonna left like a dirty scar.
-By (Gautam)
Dated on – 20th Dec 2014
On a dark, mysterious and cloudless night,
A shooting star traces its way from the east.
God’s shining divine messenger glows bright—
Directing the Wise Men’s excursion for peace.
Knowing even God’s folly can only satisfy,
The Magi choose not to ignore this holy clue.
They set out trailing this light in the sky
With promises of the Prince of Peace in view.
With no gifts fit to endow the sacred family of God,
They bear two symbols of man’s generosity and gold.
Guided by the divine grace above on they trod
With sublime visions of God’s realm to behold.
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from blithe and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow - echoed
Yeah - mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a human
- Not a perfect being but changes must be done
Fairy be a woman...
Scouring for eccentric discrepant realm
Where mistakes are the supreme pedagogue
And where perfection is " out of the question "
Where warmth and adulation is a must
And where ceding and relinquishing is a Crime
Where creeds and dogmas is Supernal
And where gluttony and lust is Buncombes
Where food and water is an exigency
And where world is ruled by CROCODILES...
" two worlds so different ...yet a fairy wants to glide over the world of HUMANS "
~~~~~ ^-^ *-* ~~~~~
Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala lined with grandiosity
Dressed like a virgin woman from heaven
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO! " - An Orphic pixie
Cradling the scintillation with her left mitt
Intent - coveting for self-innovation
Reflection seems so distant from bliss and poise
Apathy, twinges of regrets and pieces of sorrow- ECHOED
Yeah! Mystic frolicsome otherworldly wight
Wishing to be a HUMAN
Human - not a perfect being but ready to CHANGE!
Fairy be a woman...
~~~~~ ^-^ *-* ~~~~~
A holy apparition
saintly and pure,
plays hide and seek,
in the Heavens above.
Innocence radiates
from this beautiful,
divine messenger.
Gloriously, shining,
gossamer wings;
an exquisite missionary.
Ethereal and righteous;
angelic proclaimer, -
the delightful cherub.