Monday, April 20, 2020
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I WAS
The glory lies in stories untold
Behold, when unto you I unfold
A rigid mind in a graceful shell
This is me, Oh Yes! This is me.
I have ruled the world
But I could not rule myself
I am immortal, but I exist
Only in words and a stone
I wandered where I never wanted to be
I fought battles with a blade in my hand
And compassion in my heart
I realized, I had failed to be me
Not a scar was revealed
Though it was too many
All the blood was drained
But not a drop was spilled
I unlearnt the mysterious me
Becoming more of a Queen
I learnt to live as my shadow
But I wanted to die as me
A lost soul with a golden sword
I was. But I never will be.
In a moment of wisdom I realized
I had prayed to a stranger called God
As an immortal spirit I say
Pray to yourself and
Let the divinity in you rise
And perform miracles for yourself
© Achu
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I see a flame far far away
Swaying and playing with the wind
It had so vibrant rays and grace
I felt it was just happy that day
But the dancing flame got me so scared
That moving towards it became a pain
But the beauty of the flame drew me in
Ever so slowly and painfully I closed in
Suddenly the flame steadied and stared
With blinding brightness into my eyes
My shadows bleed and I realize
That’s my soul I was searching for
Was I happy? Was I sad?
Was I angry? Was I touched?
But I was sure I was not scared
For the light shone bright from within me
The source of the light I could not find
And a new journey starts; a new search begins
Now, as I close my eyes I know in my heart
It’s the last light that I will ever see
© Achu
Sunday, January 07, 2007
When tears run down her cheeks
She needs a soft hand to wipe it off
A lap to lay down her worries
A smile soaked in love to lift her spirits
Her little shoulders are weary
Carrying the burden of life
Her little hands are scarred
Together with her mind.
Her dreams are shattered
Her soul is burning
She seeks someone, in vain
Who would hush her cries.
Save her soul O’ God,
Give her a childhood
Let her little feet dance in joy
Let her innocent smile light up the world
© Achu
TEARS OF BLOOD
Daddy,
Why is there blood on the streets
What are those scary sounds outside
Who are those strangers in funny dress
Who took mama away
Daddy,
There is smoke outside
And I can’t find my friends
Please take me in your arms
I am feeling so scared.
Daddy,
Please open your eyes
Tell me who they are
Don’t just lie there
As if you don’t care.
Hey soldier,
Listen to her innocent cry
She doesn’t even know what she’s lost
The least you could do to help her
Was to spare a bullet for her too
Hey soldier,
Tell me who you are killing for
Is it to satisfy the thirst of backdoor schemers
Or to satiate the power hungry vultures
You are just a puppet with strings attached
War O’ world, war
Let your children be orphans
Let the humans perish
Let your conscience bleed in anguish
© Achu
The mind is a cemetery. Dreams are buried deep under. Hopes have been burnt to ashes. And I’m afraid what remains also have to die one day an unfulfilled death.
© Achu
Friday, September 01, 2006
Who lit you O’ tranquil flame?
Burning silently, ever so slowly,
Yet so bright and cheerful
Forever fading to eternal glory
It’s the same hand that lit yours, my friend
Protecting you for sometime, with cupped hands
Then leaving you suddenly in the wind and storm,
To light others just like us.
Still the tranquil flame of life
Shines bright shedding light in darkness
But with light comes shadows and
With shadows comes again darkness.
Which could not fall at His feet,
Like the unfortunate grains of Kumkum
Which could never adorn her forehead
Like the lamp that was never lit
Like the stone deprived of a statue
Like colours which never found a canvas
Like the eyes that missed the beautiful world
Like a tree which could bear no fruits
Like the clouds which never rained
Like the birds which never sang
Like the waves that never touched the sand
I feel I am moving away from my destiny,
For, I see my destiny in your eyes.
Friday, July 07, 2006
This flower never blooms
Unless on a bed of fire,
On a bush cramped with thorns
Caressed by the strong hands of storm
This flower never stoops
Its stem is strong and hard
Yet see how beautiful it stands
Head held high with dignity of a bard
O’ Lovely flower
Your spirit inspire
To live, to feel the world
To unleash the passion within
Let go the chains that bind
Let go the fears that restrain
Fly high my friend, where
The joy of life fills the heart.
© Achu
Let the spirit be free. Let it roam wild. Let your heart leap into your eyes. And see the difference. Your vision clears from the blur of dogma to that of humanity. When the physique is free, but the mind chained freedom becomes an illusion. Think like a child. Think like a man. Think like a woman. Think like a eunuch. Think like a lion. Think like a rat. Think like an animal. Think like a human. Understand. Empathise. And you’ll burn with the flame of the fire. You’ll swim with the fish in the water. You’ll fly with the bird in the sky. Real Freedom. To think and to do.
© Achu
Thursday, July 06, 2006
AN ODE TO ‘YOU’ The flowers of the garden as they see you go by She FORGIVE When silence reigned the heart |
The journey is on. None knows when it started. None knows when it will end. But the destination is clear. As I tread deeper into the swirl of time I realise once I will also be timeless. Doomed are they who don’t realise this. For, never can they experience the tranquillity that would have come their way. The knowledge that you can defy the ever mobile hands of time. The base of hour, the day, the month, year, eternity. To be massless, & timeless, shattering the chains of obligation. To be you, the single you.
© Achu
LOST CITY NIGHT Listen to the night TOUCH When a touch can do wonders Completely out of this world. Where? Don’t know. But the body is here. Like a corpse that rot deep under. But the soul. You don’t know where. Like that the mind. The mind. It is high, high above the sky. Flying free like an eagle. But alone. With none to care, and no one who cares. But it is searching. Searching for a place to rest. Because it’s wings are aching. But where? Nowhere it can see a tree. A rock? No. Even the earth is too hot to put the feet on. The eagle is tired. With aching wings it tries to pull up. But in vain HE slowly starts descending. Slowly, slowly, ever too slowly. Spreading its wings. As it descends the science proves itself once more. Its speed increases. Down and down and down he crashes to the molten earth. Now there is no eagle. Only clouds. Black clouds without the silver lining. The thunder is yet to come. The mind is racing. But the destination? Do you need one? It is a galloping wild horse with flowing mane. He goes wherever he wants to. But he shies away form his own shadow. He is afraid of it. Afraid of his own shadow. Yes, I’m afraid of self-realisation. ‘cause I am a prisoner in myself. Or rather, the society made me a prisoner within myself. The dos and don’ts of the parents, the hell and Heaven of the religion, the good and bad of society, the obligations, the education, everything, everything chains me down. But the mind wants to break free. I can’t. Because I cannot escape from my beliefs. They are the extension of my past which would decide my future. Without my past I am nothing. |
