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.