Burning woods, at beach side,
Moon staring, just about to hide
Eyes tinkling, still passionate
Darker it was, but fire within, as yet
The moolah… for orders, waiting
Next move, before night as beauty, starts fading
Kindled to touch… simple joy
Body murmuring, a relief, a sigh
Realistic, such...to make love
to calm, count features, of dear dove
teeth to bite, at times misused
beauty at its best, agony, but fused
no more cold…its fog at horizon,
two body, now one body, utter intension
as red as can be, lips...speechless
pain, pleasure, passion… still restless
Formal, a word, wrong to define
Soul upon soul… oh mine… yes you are mine
This sweet moment, to last forever
Close, more close... and depart, never
Heart, mind, body, everything naked
Deal to be fair, intending to be sacred
Shooting star above, gazing
Melting desires, till the spines, chasing
Frank temptations, itself getting peddled
Stability demanding, not getting settled
Moon still staring… does not want to hide
Burning woods, ashes… heat at beach side
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Soiled soul
Soul is the purest religion. Follow it. Every individual, whether a priest in the church or the soldier on the border follow what they have to do at that moment of time. no one trigger fires or fire triggers religion but their self esteemed bullets to the alien society.
It is the society which decides the undecided fate of tis people. We call the supreme society as government.
I wish if religion could teach. But presently it’s the not teaching, but replicating individual thoughts of particular breed to underestimate another breed
The bureaucrats have enough time to swell their chairs with power and authority. They do know that below the chair are the four pillars which has innumerable souls to support it.
The puppet show seems to be interesting, as the ones watching are themselves the victims. Some know it, some don’t. The sooner or later realization casts a reflection of the bureaucrats to the costs of millions of lives.
The question will never be answerable due to the complexity of the system and also because we are sitting on the ground floor and can only view whatever is viewable from there.
They are at the 100th floor and view and do much than a common, simple, innocent and insignificant soul.
As per the Darwin theory, the powerful will and always rule. It’s a jungle out there and we are (m)animals, and the worst part is that we have the ability to think. The violent does it with silence.
Its just that the face of the powerful is changed. Maybe the religious affinity is the target of the hour and the so called bureaucrats will continue to peel the skins of its people, until the soul is visible.
The hard truth which will exist till the end of this world, in the coming time, there will be different people, there will be different rulers; but the demotion and promotion of souls will be constant.
It’s the only thing which cannot be controlled or designed by anyone.
It is the soul which will follow its root to the soil..
map isn’t the territory but map makers are the terrorists..
It is the society which decides the undecided fate of tis people. We call the supreme society as government.
I wish if religion could teach. But presently it’s the not teaching, but replicating individual thoughts of particular breed to underestimate another breed
The bureaucrats have enough time to swell their chairs with power and authority. They do know that below the chair are the four pillars which has innumerable souls to support it.
The puppet show seems to be interesting, as the ones watching are themselves the victims. Some know it, some don’t. The sooner or later realization casts a reflection of the bureaucrats to the costs of millions of lives.
The question will never be answerable due to the complexity of the system and also because we are sitting on the ground floor and can only view whatever is viewable from there.
They are at the 100th floor and view and do much than a common, simple, innocent and insignificant soul.
As per the Darwin theory, the powerful will and always rule. It’s a jungle out there and we are (m)animals, and the worst part is that we have the ability to think. The violent does it with silence.
Its just that the face of the powerful is changed. Maybe the religious affinity is the target of the hour and the so called bureaucrats will continue to peel the skins of its people, until the soul is visible.
The hard truth which will exist till the end of this world, in the coming time, there will be different people, there will be different rulers; but the demotion and promotion of souls will be constant.
It’s the only thing which cannot be controlled or designed by anyone.
It is the soul which will follow its root to the soil..
map isn’t the territory but map makers are the terrorists..
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