When the lighted wick
Shows the path of liberation...
Ripples may rest and
The blue light may
Penetrate to the deep.
When we lit lamp inside
Divine perception may
Ebb out the dark devils
From the slaved skulls.
When it refine the self
Like spinning disk...
On holy finger(Lord Krishna's Sudarshana chakra)
We may perceive it
To lighten our heart
And to soothe our soul
When silver lines stab
The dark shades in us
It may bring charm
And beauty
In our ugly mind's
Err on
We can’t help it
Help is on the way
Get what you come for
Live long
Care
Never be without faith
Welcome face
Concerned
Nice in
Ebb out
Invite
Belong
Between
With in
I live in a compartment
It’s called an apartment.
Morning after morning
I step into an orifice,
Call it my office.
Who breathes here?
Who can taste lunch?
Suspicion’s the only hunch
Numbers, the chasers here.
Sunset is a distant memory,
I yearn to feel breeze on my face.
But the irreverent hands of the mighty clock,
They invalidate their own despotic laws.
Homes like hives
And restless lives
We are faceless cronies
And space less lovers
That come in breezily
And ebb out eagerly.
We breathe rapaciously
We dream hopelessly
Of times that will last
But O hasty future,
So soon you’re past.
Wait till I wake up
Stay till I feel
Read what I’ve written
And answer my appeal
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