Rhymes & Thoughts

haunt No morals are behind, No messages or divine codes to be deciphered; No judgements, no comments on any issue plaguing you or me, No lies to be dismissed, no truths to be coveted except for the life offered,  No fighting the illusions we veiled ourselves with, No shining swords or sleek arrows, Nor anything worth defending or dying for, No links to hinge onto, no they're no longer in this heart, I've run through this universe in abstract language that seeps afar, I've seen the works, I've heard lines of nectar and witnessed few of nature's art, But none of that is behind these words Nor behind this passing second you're aware of; Nothing beautiful in the world can match the ecstacy I feel now,  Like a distant star in our night sky, Like a grain of rice in a heap, Like a bee in a swarming colony, Like another ant, a leaf  Or a musical note in Beethoven's symphony, I feel belonging, to you, to myself, to that star still shining, Like a breeze of fresh life

 One Man's Dream Those fleeting moments, Those faint lights and voices, That reach us across time, Of our loved ones, Of our friends and foes, of those whom we lost to time, Of us, Our laughter, our cries, Our exhaustion, fatigue, and exasperation, The words of comfort from our mother, hope from our dad, Strength from our kith and kin, Its there; Always reaching us, Like starlight at dark nights, Like a distant note of music, A song whose meaning is indecipherable to others, Except you, Your life, your time, your memories, So close yet so far So colorful yet so faded, Its all there, behind us, beyond the veil of the present, The pain it brings to know, that we can never go back Is worse than anything we can ever imagine; Lost time, good or bad, is cherishable on looking back, Lost time isn't so lost, It is us who lose it to the present; But we can rest, Knowing it's all in  at least  one man's dream...                                   - Arun Krishna G -----------------

THE END... When does it end? Every breath, every second, every move; From the trees teetering to the wind, to the distant call of a bird, Of a faintly heard smile of a child far away, To the motion of the stars and shallow clouds in the sky, Forwards it moves, forwards. And only forwards; It moves, achingly dragging us along; Cosmos births from it, The mother, Dies from it ironically; It is, The rapid enemy and the slowest friend, If you see it, ask its answer; When does it end?... Why does it end? Every loving father, every ever-caring mother; Every relation of blood, that thickens our brethren's bond, Every seed, every giant, Every God, every saint, Every outcast and every malefactor; Every star and stardom, every king and his kingdom; Falls, falls and surely falls, With it, everything falls, either false or truth; Everything that is, would soon not be, For seemingly it's the only truth, So when you see it, ask its answer, Why does it end?....                                

QUESTIONS Days pass, world turns and years go by, Leaves fall, flowers wither, yet our hopes so high; The wheel stops, the spinning halts oh!, who's the ally? Distinctions diminish and the race ends ha!, how hard we try?! Fullness empties and vacuum fills like one notorious spy; How bright do we want? How far can you see, With hundreds of screens blinding our eye?; How long do we wait? How deep do we reach? To know all of its why; We smile and we keep walking, no matter how hard we sigh!!; Existence is frustration, but to whom do we cry? To the seas?, to the wind or to the moon in the sky? To the Gods or the lives around us?,  Can you kindly reply?; We toil like beasts, so hard, that our mouths go dry, No river or rain can quench that thirst, And you could never deny; For all of us reach that point, When we lie awake, even to the greatest lullaby; Is any of this real?, Wise man!, could you possibly justify? Too late we reach that poin

THE BEST SPOT With the cool breeze slowly cruising at its pace, With the dark rainy sky, of that evening, looking over the place; I saw her eyes, So bright!, so deep! It looked like an ember set ablaze; For many people, had that bench, given its embrace, Being at the perfect spot, with her and I, I saw, it was having its best of days; With delayed lightnings streaking the skies, I felt time slowing down, pausing, to give her a longing gaze; Cupid had reasons to put down his bow. He was too jealous of letting her go; But he had no choice, as, She was only mine, for all future nows; There have been days with no reason to pass through, And nights with no reason to lie awake, But your eyes, the skies, the sweet distant cuckoo cries, Your smile, the subtle drizzles of love and rain, Makes me realize that life indeed was a dream, And love, only love, was that sought after gleam; I waited long enough to grasp on the theme, And us, to be togeth

SHADOWS What is it with you, oh shadows?, Why are you so underrated when, You're the most important? Why aren't we learning from you? For you hold the keys  To triumph, To redemption, To art and salvation, And to all the glowing parts of creation; You, oh shadows!, you are the other half of our identities, For there are no complete sins or proprieties; Your presence reminds us of what we might become, If we forgot to face the light, putting you behind; You engulf us in the absence of light, Showing us, The stark reality of how miserable everything is, Showing us, how viciously vile the world can be, And how ignorant we are, By shutting ourselves out of the true colors, By blinding us with light, that fools us into beauty and hope; I'm sure you're aware, Of how important your enemy is, To all of us, and that's why you decided to lie behind us, Showing yourself up, only when we really need to see you; I n

Memories These days, when I'm missing your warmth and fragrance, And how your presence transforms every moment into deep trance; Memories of how you kill my pain with each glance, And make my heart find music, from thin air, and dance; These days when I'm missing your presence, and the way you thwart all my misfortune; And how you begin my day with life and a kick start, Remember, my love!!, You're seeping deeper and deeper into my heart, Making our lives into one glorious piece of art; The day I fail to express my feelings for you, Will be the day these words fail to explain my love for you, Will be the day I leave and the day this language turns into garbage, While the sky loses its hue.                                       - Arun Krishna G

THAT NEW PATH Hear oh hear!!, victims of the stereotype, Yes indeed, those demons were right; They wanted you to step out of the flow, So that you'll realize they actually wore halos; You ignored the scream of the soul, You ignored the voice from the sky and kept away from the glow; You went behind your predecessor, thinking it'll be a hike, Excited from the nerves to trust the guy on stage with a mic; You were enthralled by the flow of the adrenaline spike, It took away your faith, Your devotion, hope and life, Making you numb and pale; I can feel you mate, hear oh hear!!, Hear as I narrate; my tale. In the age of excitement, I remained calm; When all opted for the route, I snuck out toward the dirt, I made sure I was without a company or qualm, I kept walking no matter how much it hurt; Without any regrets or guilt, Commons laughed, ridiculed and of course they mocked; They were obscured and oblivious to the rare, Showin

THE SECRET In the darkest of the dark, I saw the same torch I left, Unmoved, still giving out the same light; But there was another standing near it, Basking in its warmth; I went on claiming it, only to be stopped, He said it was his, not knowing I kept it there, Argued that he found it first, While I went out to quench my thirst; I gestured and smiled, to make him look at the torch again, All this time the torch crackled, While animals from deepest' roared and cackled; My name was clearly etched in plain, I was gonna fight for it, whether I lose or gain; Though I felt like I was the one who abandoned, True love or hate will never leave you stranded; Whatever I promised to it would never be wrong, Though I went far far away, in my heart, I still heard its song; It was the only one, that kept me going for so long, Gave me hope, love and faith to be strong; It was such, that its glow gave me vision, Even through the darkest path, i

VOICE OF A CLOUD I'm alone, but are there really no one around? I'm detached, but don't I ever feel like walking the ground?! I ride the winds and I float above, Making the world happier and filling it with love; I'm the sense of mystery and the source of hope, I bring peace and dip the heat as I run down the slope(s); I roam free from the seas, land and round; I may look soaring, but you should know I'm too bound; With eagles flying beneath me looking for prey; For some, I may seem like gloom in grey; But I'm in no mood to look into you, I carry loads of life which is ready to spew; I know I look glorious and beautiful from your view, But you should know I'm the first one from our crew, While we're welcomed by the dance of peafowl and breeze, Our might is felt even deep within the seas, With the teetering of the trees, People's hearts turn to us and sees, They beg for our blessings and asks us to please; We are the life

OUR LIVES Thanks for reminding, yeah, I speak through letters, Usually letters of peace, but you let them forget; When did majority of us become critters, 'cause not all of us, have a way of ours, Yet we blame others for what we get; Two men, two differing opinions and power, is enough for chaos, I ask, What is our life worth?!; We're born, we're alive and then we're dead; I get your point, so who cares what we do, That doesn't mean, you gotta paint the whole world red, You mind, there are others, other than you too; All of life is nothing but a rare mistake, Of the divine hands; But it's still precious to us, give or take, Leading us to our errands; Religions failed, doctrines failed, governments failed, "You ask me how?, I say look around"; Murderers walking, corrupt ruling and rapists bailed, Aren't they supposed to be buried underground; The clap of peace is audible, only when there are