INNOCENCE

Crookedly Woven Thoughts

Image result for wars within THE MIND AND HEART

Where must the mind land? Where must it traverse to?

It must speak for itself to rise and draw on the versatile goodness of fate…

It wishes to grapple in the light just as it does in the dark..

Must it bow, must it be, must it take flight? And in direction ??

Now it speaks a mingled concoction of crookedly woven thoughts..

 

 

Ain’t there enough food on the streets to feed this epidemic of scarcity?

Ain’t there enough love in your heart to heal all the hurt?

Ain’t there enough dust settling on the blood to awaken the heartless with its stench?

 

 

There are ghastly streets, rotten drunkards, thirsty for more,

There is enough monsterity to hope for a shower of hailing empathy..

A desperate need to be rescued from depths of such self destruction..

 

 

Was man born only to rinse swords in tears..

Do those who suffer only remember of the ways to inflict?

The wars of despondency, a continuum of repulsive deeds ,

As human strides round and beneath..away from its naive beginning..

Representing the darkness mounted beneath the sheath of our existence..

 

 

For words to leave the bindings and reveal the intentions of the mind..

The heart must pace with the subtly settling, unknowingly induced pain..

Settling pain is unsettling, unnerving, ain’t it?

 

 

In wars, how must the heart clamber out to help itself?

 

Is life a war?  In ways it strives to derive the worth of time..

An urgency to grope for what is and isn’t yours,

What exists, just tumbling and rising on pillars of man’s uncertain designs..

A struggle to win hearts.. A struggle pacify the reflections in others..

A desire to be owned , A desire to own..

The wry ways of this human embodiment..

Darn the pain.. Darn the seemingly sodden truth..

 

 

Must I say something nice? I shall..

Heart must clot its wounds…

The man, must keep on keepin on..

And the light shall reach you as it stretches across to save us all..

Maybe there is love, hidden at the corners of your eye..

Maybe there is love, trembling to be undone on the ridge of your lids..

Maybe there is love in the hearts of the diseased.. maybe it will be find the hope..

And we shall smile in unison.. as plainly as the child does.. without reason..

In supple ways, maybe light will find all of us.

Categories: amibiguity, emotions, expressions, HOPE, INNOCENCE, life, light, living, lost, love, memories, mindset, poetry on life, poetry on love, questions, silence, souls, strength, struggle, the mind, time | 2 Comments

Can one feel what that child does?

Image result for child in war

A child sits amidst the dust, asbestos, rubble

Eyes sunk into self.. yet wide and devoid of the tremors of death brewing within..

To be born into a life wielding no power,

But the love rendered by the womb and palm of the protector..

And at a sudden instant swept into smoke and fire,blood splattered of the power he knew..

Can one feel what that child does? A wait for god he once knew and had..

A shell of dark fear, dread, turmoil, torn life asphyxiates the beating heart…

And child chokes within.. clinging to nothing..

Suffering from plague inflicted by the cacodemons, men on his land..

Their horrendous misogynistic hunger for blithe innocence..

Draining the pulp of life and reveling in the numb pain diffused in the air..

The helios  of hope brutally shred.. flesh from bones..And yet not a tear shed..

For none are left to touch.. none can touch his moment…

 

From my window I see the rays flit through the blinds..

Their intensity simmered by the glass shield..

I see a sight peaceful.. sodden warmth,

The light breeze like music.. as the leaves flutter to its tune..

Sparrows titter.. shuffle between the green symphony..

I hear not… but eyes watch the music..as though notes scripted in the moments..

As though soft silence speaks.. spelling solace and hope..

Almost unreal.. The winds carry not a smear of pain..

The pain for the flow of the nature’s elements is null..

Or maybe it feels pain.. in the bloodied water and coagulate breath.

But not here.. its uncannily calm for a world trifled and drowning in pain..

Its a surreal, eerie balance that soothes not the heart..

Burden of pain outweighs the mass of solace..

 

 

Categories: CHILDREN, darkness, HOPE, human rights, INNOCENCE, life, loss, poetry on life, society, struggle | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Oh Shush Shush

A piercing splinter tears apart the soul’s periphery.

I ponder; did a cane pass through dragging, leave behind what it wouldn’t miss?

Or a rose placed artfully on the soul grow on its thorn, It was plucked leaving behind the prickly bit..

It’s such a blur; it won’t stall for a moment of retrospect or introspect,

Breath is the wind blowing the wretched splinter in circles, a horrendous stormy weather,

It leaves thy home in a pile of powdery remains, clustered fragments of curtained images…

It leaves thy inner child panting and wheezing, clutching in places,

Colored in red-brown dust, the color of eyes, the color of blood,

 A darting arrow from the eyes of the strangest stranger splits it open..

The color of the red syrup slurps through the tear, The wound is to be dug deeper before healed..

The heart is to die again..and again and again.. 

In penance for the acts of desperation; Death of the heart is necessary,

Pain is an addiction, It traps your breath, But you are left feeling alive, just alive is the real alive;

It is audaciously exchanged for the empty vastness, where one is not in the desert, but beneath it..

 

Oh shush shush, silence the sounds of the restless breaths,

 And the splinter shall stall for a moment of freedom and rest,

Raise thy torrid eye, look into the sky,

Watch the clouds afloat, row through still air, silent breeze;

 Watch the sky crack to reveal a bluer stillness,  

Oh shush shush..

Breeze flows on the tracks of life, life that thrives in arid, humid, torrential days and climaxes,

 Felt in the eyes, like a feathered touch on the skin, the unruffled flow of life in the strangest of times,

 Flutters of the tiny sparrow’s wings, sudden thrashing and then for a moment afloat in the lazy wind,

Reaching her nest after a day of grains, straws and droplets of water,

Rampaging from wall to wall, beneath rare shadows and scorching rays,

The quivering tips of darkest of green leaves swaying in surrender, slightest momentum released,

Oh shushed are you?

Does the pain now sail away with the breeze?

 Does the vacuum fill with sights of nature, the tiniest electrifying moments, the miraculous breadth of life?

The splinter slain to unconsciousness, Breathe in deep the peculiar scent of nature afresh,

Dear mind, Oh shush..ponder away from consciousness drugged in constant spiralling stale pain,

Stride into the invigoratingly alive life, Stroll away from thy own trepidations,

For the cures, the answers lie in the breeze, the clouds..

The flutter and the quiver, the tremor as nature breathes with thee in solace,

Carrying you to home indeed, Releasing you to breathless nomadic winds, just as you are..only standing there..shushed in your heart.

Categories: answers, emotions, expressions, freedom, HOPE, INNOCENCE, life, life, light, memories, mindset, poetry, poetry on life, poetry on love, strength | Tags: , , , , , | Leave a comment

Live Like a Child

Live Like a Child

I was born.. but I found not the meaning of birth..

If you died, A sudden embark to a land beyond.. You couldn’t fathom death either..

I lived an innocence.. Forgotten for long..Then I lived in it from the out..

The fight for a candy.. Moments pass… huddled together with silly smiles..pink tongues..

Candies.. toys.. A run across the fields heedless of the sundown.. or the scorcher sunshine…

I felt the hallucinations we impose on thy innocence… I felt the trysts we curse it with..

Now you are mashed, molded, drained, rushing towards a speck of life you see afar.. ..

You know your colors well, but see them as spots.. Unseeing them in nature’s joyous endowment..

You know the variances.. but you forgo.. then turn away from the nature of their wondrous existence..

But I lived in it from the out.. you must to.. Because it’s in you, waiting to clutch your finger with its tiny palm..

Flip the pages of your learnt lyrics of life to the moments you cherished as a child..

Fight not for lands.. Fight not for the end you know not of.. be not a foe to a brother in another color..

Be not in combat with kindness.. let it sway you to the hedge of your paths..

Let it lead you to the forest of fallen leaves..  yellow..green..orange.. dancing colors on the trees..

Fear not the paths yet to come.. fluster not about the paths you leave..

Run in the fields as you would.. for you live a life unknown..

To know you must live like nature..  Flair in colors that make you smile

Stagger not my child, autumn is here..

The crisp sound as you walk.. is the sound of a new flourishing time to come..

I reveled in living.. Skipping away from the ways to live..

I cradled the child.. nudged it awake..teaching it to breathe again.. as if a baby in deep slumber..

One fine day..soon you might serve nature your bequest.. A creation..

Then you might know birth.. the tears of joy would stir you eyes..and your heart..

Death of thy friend is sad for footsteps are heard no more..

It made me stop in my trial.. leaves breathed no more.. only the sun flickered in my  eyes..

Memories in the wrinkled minds.. soft fragrance blows in the breeze..ruffles your feathered mind..

Your friend..Your brother…you sister..the hands you held.. and the sunshine..

The autumn leaves and the colors that ravished the fields.. fill your heart with the music of past joy…

Your heart with sweet smiles.. the moments you lived like a child..

To the beyond them might pass… and you might pass..

But the winds shall remember the brush of your smile as you ran and you lived like a child.

Categories: CHILDREN, INNOCENCE, life, living, poetry on life, poetry on love | Tags: , , , , , , , | 8 Comments

The Ancient Tree

There is a world in all our minds where we know the truths…
There is a surreal freedom in our heart.. incantations whispered in fervent tones..
You are the godliness you worship in the holy caves..

The mind is an ancient tree…
It has been pruned by evolution…
It has fostered many a harmonious civilizations..
It has befuddled the world kindling the firelight of imagination..

Souls cradled on the arches of this tree..
Have fondled it, sinking in it…drawing breath from its gospels,
Yet infusing in it incense from their ruminations..
Immersing the grandeur of the worlds in the helms of their own universes..

Let’s tread on those branches..
That rise through the vines to wrap the world in glorious sunshine..
Let epiphany lift all souls to plow the sky..
Lets trim away those branches sagging with hate and vane pride..
Let free birds wade through the spheres sounding cries of triumph,

Singing..together we shall rise to swing on the fields of amorphous love
Kissing the winds with our words of brazen beauty..lips full of sauntering smiles
Ambient music of hope..joyous innocence caressing the oceans..
The depths of our soulful eyes candidly in love with all kin..
All souls dancing on that ancient tree..to the symphony.. Together we shall rise.

Categories: emotions, freedom, HOPE, humanity, INNOCENCE, life, love, poetry, soul, the mind | Tags: , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Dreams I fiddled with

Slightly edited version..:D Born from the memory of dreams and cross roads and hindrances as we try to follow those dreams.

Dreams I Fiddled With

I can’t find my voice in those dreams I had fiddled with,

A long time ago when my eyes were blinded by faith, I sparked off in a moment of impulse-a dream,

Belief that the world would always rise with the good to castrate the evil,

I knew not, was I was allowed to dream of a land of innocence, breeding soulful souls?

I dreamt on in the silence of the nights, before the idols I bestowed my faith,

I dreamt unknown to myself, I knew not- I was only dressing a fantasy,

 I only dreamt but foolishly forged ahead on a path leading nowhere, as it took me far,

 Far away from the land that owned my mind,

I found evil, I found a world faithless, and I found a world drowning in survival,

It was tormented by existence, perennial needs of survival,

Hounded by the rituals of the caste, the society they were born into and procreated unintentionally

Starved so as to starve and feed on the hunger of the others,

All by the evil sewn into the minds, The venom of satiation spilled into their tongues they fed,

Deceptive false hoods recited by the phony pole stars, not a fault of theirs,

 As tortured as I was, practising a life in a world unfathomable to me,

 I sensed the desperation to find my fantasy, to find innocence, to find life in the saplings of timed  lives,

To find the weeds in the history of those lives,

To find the dark den of slithering snakes that hissed in the minds,

Poisoning and egging the men to twist, use, slander, grab and own bodies and minds,

The thorns that pricked a man to take refuge in the codes and coats of survival,

To understand the rise of evil in the land of innocence, I fled to find the land that owned me,

As I walk along the blurring boundaries in this county, I find faith dulled in the minds of trusted beings,

The hand on the head is no more a blessing, questioning my faith, my dream,

Brushing it aside as though I dream a surreal reality, beyond my human capacities, dimwitted child am I?

Oh dear father! Oh dear mother! Oh dear friend, my dream ain’t dead, it ain’t a forgotten wish,

It is trapped as my voice is stuttering with hapless hurt at your denial to believe,

It sails away plagued, of your dread and needs and wants,

Hope is seems a shred of the forgotten memory in this moment, out of reach of the soul’s dominion.

I can only wish for the dream to rescue the ever sought after hope,

Circumvent on the broken cycle of my childhood days,my foolish dreams

 Pedalling , riding my way up to the cave of surreal reality.

Categories: CHILDREN, DREAMS, HOPE, INNOCENCE, life, poetry, poetry on life | 3 Comments

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

The Shaded Shadows 2.0

The beginning, at the end.

Evelina

by Evelina Di Lauro

Kaavyarth

The essence of writings..

Writers together

Best articles for Best readers

Travel Much?

Never cease to explore and tell!

518-songofmypeople

A town everyone hates, yet no one leaves...

Sweta Ojha

A Personified Narrative : Defying Reality. Sketching Imageries.

poemhobby

Human !

BayArt

New Perspective on Life

Fool's Blog

Various & Sundry Foolishness!

P e d r o L

storytelling the world

indahs: dive, travel & photography

cities - cultures - ocean - marine life

HASTYWORDS

Turning Tears & Laughter into Words

Wind Against Current

Thoughts on kayaking, science, and life

ultimatemindsettoday

A great WordPress.com site

Girl Meets B-School

Non-traditional MBA doin' it for herself

%d bloggers like this: