Thursday 11 June 2015

OBLIVION ..... :(

Everyone in this world desires to live a special life which brings him fame, name, money and glamour. We all want to be remembered even after the cessation of our lives. But, one must know, that oblivion is inevitable. There was a time before it and there will be a time, no doubt, after it and perhaps Bhagat Singh, prophet Mohmmad and each one of us will be forgotten. In my opinion, a man possessing fear of oblivion is akin to a blind man possessing fear of darkness. What I will say is thatvwe are not and cannot be special to all but definitely to some who love us and, I think, this is sufficient. Attempting to escape something inescapable will only result in naught. To be remembered, someone must be alive who can remember us. But, I feel, that, one day, a strong tide will hit the Earth and kill off the human species. Thus, no one will be remembered by no one.



Living in this beautiful world
can't be described just by words
but what happens after death
will surely take away your breath

After our deaths we will go
to a place that we don't know
but the cloak of truth who wears
pain and agony is what he bears

We are celestial bodies who want to be stars
it is we who wish to remove all the scars
shroud if remembrance want we
but we can't wear it for eternity

One can't escape oblivion
it is the bitter truth and you can't run
the way we came, that way we'll go
silently, into the inescapable black hole

Oblivion is a side effect of dying
hey!!! I am not lying
like every awaiting letter, we'll be sent
to our destination, which will be our end

None will miss, none will remember
one day, we will not be together
like every novel, our story will get over
devastation and oblivion will only hover

Resurrection... no one can gain
and living the afterlife is a thought in vain
there was a time before it & there will be a time after it
things will vanish and nothing will remain beyond it.

Friday 5 June 2015

Paradise with Swans.....


In the Womb of Nature




The endless expanse of sky
has so much to convey.
The blue vault above, "Oh", I utter
but a tint of grey makes me cry.

The azure is often visited by myriad birdies.
Oh! I wish i had feathers too
so that I could touch the clouds
and become the heaven's attendee.

The fleet flow and equable ebb of water,
No! No! No! I can't miss it out.
Its undulating ripples narrate its journey
of the reconciliation of the droplets with the river.

Notice the rain dropping at your feet
that stemmed from the icy fields so frigid.
Evacuate the uptown right now
and dance on its rythemic beats.

The air that fills the empty spaces,
we, living every second at its mercy.
Sometimes a gusty gush, sometimes a placid breeze,
sets off everything to move in grace.

The snow glows white on the mountains.
Its splendor at crack of dawn is a godsend.
Fence in the ideal vibes of the massive massifs,
feel the perpetual peace and let go your pains.

Under the shade of an altruistic tree,
every cataclysm turns to naught.
The rattling of its foliage brings in solace
and a curtain of compassion touches me.

Showers of iridescence fill the world with colours.
The divinity of nature edifies everything it touches.
Oh! i can be happy for eternity
in the warm womb of the intransient nature.