Patience

The 'virtue' of patience. . . .. . is the realm of human life because virtues and vices are only in the human realm. . . .. . .Patience is the ability to accept. . . . . . .the face of failure. . . . . . .and it is valuable to humanity. . . . . .some obstacles that one may encounter are the stumbling blocks of stray temporary pleasure. . . . . .but let that only just add to the experience. . . . . . .when one practices patience. . . . .
Human experience is varied and sometimes even contradictory. . . . . . .because when we take from 'God'. . . . . .we deny human relations. . . . . . . . .happiness may be barred to you. . . .. but only if you know the value of human life. . . . . . .the sole holder of Justice is in your heart. . . . . .pure in its self- effulgent light. . . . . . .but because we 'believe' in our distance from 'God', it does indeed become so. . . . . . . .and if I put my trust in the other (human). . . . . .it is and may just be plain non-sense. . . . . . . .because either i'm denying the truth in 'Me' or My ideal. . .. . . .but ironically. . . . . .if I put trust in 'Me'. . . . .I can trust the 'other'.

Acceptance

The stories of acceptance. . . . .I write with the pencil that serves me faithfully. . . . .I write the glories and amazement of things that reside inside You. . . . . i must unlearn all detachments. . . .I must fuse with You residing inside me. . . . . . .The stars are few. . . . . . .the night is dark but the moon rides high. . . . . . .compelling these emotions to paper. . .. . . . I sit in resolute silence. . . . . .at the end of this queue. . . . . . .I bother not to be disturbed. . . . . .but I care not anymore. . . . .if only i'm alive . . . . .but i must fathom my attachments and break them to know my truth. . . . .I am still here. . . . .but I wish to be nowhere near you. . . . .I am still dogged by you. . . . . if you care to know. . . . . .either with You or not myself. . . . . .I can foresee. . . . .I damn this. . . . .but existence is not mine to know and care for. . . . . . .I wish peace . . . . .the hum of acceptance. . . . . .ringing from the peaks of higher truths. . . . .. I cannot fathom the compassion you send out to me. . . . .so fearful. . . . .yet so sublime. . . . .so forceful. . . . .yet smooth. . . . . ..I beg to be forgiven that which is not mine to understand. . . . .If only wish me well. . . . . .I stand at your door. . . . . . . . .something beyond something beautiful. . . .. . . . .these steps are smaller than my patience. . . . .. .which is beyond your ken and mine. . . .. . . ..I live and give in. . . . .. I thought I am

Fear_my fall

Fall o an angel......into the deepest dives........of freedom......with patience......some,
Cast aloof the fear.....of grinding the grains of sand..of..time., Time was built......entwined in space
what can be fathomed is ....our own faith......and love isn't blind.....when from its highest grace....love is light.......of freedom unchained.....
to fall from grace......follow the fall of the angel......from forbaden heights.........see the vastness of creation pass by....in your heart.........the flight of freedom.....before the touchdown into sea of dark emotions.......let the light fade into the depths.......let it lie for bibilical time......then pull yourself to the present moment.......if only you can........and see if you can only see.......the faith of you...... fading like a star.....so far already so far......somewhere on the horizon

Trial

Try to try again.......its only one life.......some call it pain,.......n sum live in gain........sum of all endeavours......or shaking-rocking-the-boat tremors.......all slide down to touchdown.......launch

pads of freedom.....junked in trivial errors......magnified to titanic holes.....all this life.....filial, conjugal, treasures... do keep in heart....to spend on mammoth moments that crush the living life out..........when the time has come.....don't look back.....even once for a split moment......light may spill onto the dark....fear of the stark.....ignite a compassionate spark......that will light the hellfire.....for worlds to burn......skin and bark......set your bearings you may touch perfection......at least don't be sad.....it is just an emotion......just once just once..... force into motion.....the devotion of your heart......you may know ......i'm none but you........in spirit and faith......till u find what u know all along.......dimension of Being......then u may forget me.......and all i've seen.......the perception may invert....sideways...... like a mirror........till i and u drop like a drop.....into this ocean......

Seagull

I am the Sea......the seagull flock.......perched upon a rocky jag.........to fear no attack..........I....far beyond the exploiter's snare........watch him fly...... on cheap fare....hahah.......the love of gods....you open my heart.........let me open my wings........and feel the draft...... the sting........in these breathing lungs........the sharp cool air ........i try to stay ahead of my fears..........still by now...my wings will take my care....i know.......the great gig in the sky....the flow of light ......the fireflies......keep the twinkle in my eyes.........when i know .........that saints were sinners who never gave up........give in my 110.....to keep you up........when the whole world wants me to shut up and leave........when i know the unknown....unbeknown to u.......i stand my ground... and effortlessly i span out my wings......when i can see the next wind will bring.......all the force beneath my wings...i wait and watch......someday i'll fly one last flight.......with all my might.......you will understand......what keeps me airy wings and u.....foothold on land....why you look to the skies and me to sand

Twilight

Junkyard of words.....meaningless.......my brain.......addressed to the self.......none listened........
hardly heard.......the plethora of feelings.....hahah....only junkyard of dreamings........issue of connection......to outward expression.........harem of songs.......each one too long.........shine on crazy diamond........you may never surrender the strength of your bonds........each one too large .....to fathom .......leviathan emotions that drag to motion........greed of sustenance.......devotion n dedication.......undo this dream....... this runaway stream.......what is surrendered........is downright
remembered........the ray of the Suns.......the Moon and the Star.......escape this gravity of emotion
to set to motion.........the destruction Ocean.....i sway in your light.......to things i never experience.....
but as i set off this slight fight........i only discover you walk by my side........far out of sight........i am always with you......even in the darkest of days and scorching nights........i remain in your unified dignity...day and night......i try to fight....but never do i side....with the devil inside......uncover my wounds........to see the stars........

Born Free

Born to run , under the sun......sworn to be , that God decreed.......
fearsome Fire, .......of forgotten desire.......words of stone.......
shake these bones........when words of wisdom.........should soothe
this system.......
the infinite kingdom.......uncertain science.........fused poetry
uncertainty of glory......freedom to story........mix up of nature
with truth of stature........hhah.......questionable antics......a drop
of romance......bleeding.......to trans-form this equation.......into an
unanswered question........save for the moment.......the saviour of life
.....beating silently inside........save for a reason.......all else is treason
don't forget .........self destruction is the fusion......... past is the
illusion

Your Pen

The Pen is mightier.......because it is wielded by those who care not for keeping secrets........who are not lead by the humming of the unknown in the brain...........who uncover secrets in the wake of bibilical danger. . . . . . . . .who care not whether they spit or swallow. . . . . . . .They wield the mighty pen. . . . . . . . .who are unchallenged by Truth itself. . . . . .such who have learnt to walk with it. . . . .who find no difference b\w Truth or Life, who wield the mighty pen. . . . . . .just in time to bare their soul to an awaiting moment.
Salutation. . . . . .to those who have wielded the pen. . . . . .come pain or gain. . . . . .
But the gift of desire. . . . . . cannot come undone. . . . . . . .when the whole world reads these words of fire

Odes of Love

These odes of love.. . . . . ..my only defence lies in your success. . . . . few moments. few words. . . . . . . cut. . . . . .there is more to life than you have seen. . . . . . . .this is to remind you. . . . . . . .only service over self. . . . . .. or service on the shelf. . . . . don't think i'm selfish. . . . .i'm only trying to leave an impression of success. . . . . . .to keep your faith alive. . . . . . . .I'm no longer derided by filthy minions but. . . . .I'm sure you will keep your faith in me. . . . . .because my only defence is in your success. . . . . . . . .you may know the secret that everyone talks of. . . . .I'm just trying to show but i never want to succeed. . . .never shall unless you say so. . .. . . these odes of love . . .. . . .i write with a full heart. . . . . .. .utmost respect.. . . . . .don't think otherwise. . .. . . . my heart is yours

Theory of Longevity

the secret is to give way to your inner instincts........most of which are animalistic,....and will not make 'head or tail'......the key lies in the fusion of your mind with the object of your desire.....if it at all resembles your flight of fancy.......but if there are experiments..... this is the way to do them........and thus you can explore your talent for the impossible in such a way that you do not end upon the wrong side of the fence.......either you are on the field ....or outside it.......and you can bare your soul if you dare.......you will find what you desired/longed for/coveted is in your own body/being /mind.......if you try otherwise .....you will still fall b'cause you fell for it..... b'fore it came into your grasp.......