haunt

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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, I smear you with my words,
And try to spark a little mystery,
In those clouded minds filled with loud words,
Let the nightingale's song enter your soul,
Like it entered mine, took me high into the sky and held me still,
Built a palace and made me sit beside the sill,
Not many can make sense of these lines, I know,
But what do you expect a drunkard to show?,
At the end of the day,
We're all overwhelmed over the limits with our own woes;

You should try drinking the wine of mystery then and now, 
Maybe ramble a few confusing words to startle them with your show,
Make them pause, make them aware and sound, so that,
They find themselves before getting too deep into that tornado,
Of chaos, of oblivion;
Make them see that there's nothing out there worth dying for, 
Neither worth living for, but that's why they should strive,
Afterall everything's still gonna be there, 
Except for the light that might've come out of their heart,
Who knows what's beyond our lives! 
So come on and let life get you high,
Let the stillness drive you crazy,
And then, hopefully, it'll all make sense, 
But hey!!, what do I know, except to speak and deliver the words through my mind, 
At this deep, dark and silent hour of this night. 

                       - Arun Krishna G



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