Break them

Break them all
All the shackles, barriers, walls
Which, kept you weak
Which, kept you ignorant
Which, made you, numb,
With all its routine

Break them.

Let the spirit come out
Let it dive into
the ocean of openness
Let it fly into
The realm of happiness
Let it forget the dark
Chambers of rules.
Let it be relieved of
Every burden
Let it be washed off
Every confusion
Let it be itself
Let it discover itself
Let it find for itself
The infinite ways of freedom
Which, always were, but yet to tread
Let it listen to
The silence of serenity
Yet, feel the rhythm of eternity
Let it be the wind
Always in action
Let it be the sky
Never confined

Then
The clouds of worries
Dry up, even without a drizzle
Life, will never seem the same
A new beginning
A new dawn
A new phase in all its grace
Welcomes you
Embraces you
And shows you
--- Yourself, your true self
having become what you wish to be
having accomplished what you wanted to do
having with you everything you craved for
being with the persons you love and those who love you.

Illusionary fame

With desperation, we do seek
on endless world's canvas
A place for ego’s sake
And our deeds outlined with finesse

In existential illusion yearn we,
for fame, fitting the facial graph,
Before time decides to end
the game of life and death.

In god’s opus
with trust, we wait, for exultations
And in vain we Believe reincarnations.

Tell me

Let us speak face to face
O’ mighty god of all beings
Is life my own race?
Or has perchance fate’s dwellings?
In and out of realm
Of religion and science I stroll,
One to choose between them
Happy I’ll be once & for all.
As, with surety, the answer if I know,
With certainty through the path I can go.

Are Happenings your plays
Or by nature’s course come across?
Mind infinitely stressed sways
In confusion as who is the boss.
So, make it clear in one word,
May the self know the truth!
Are you really the shepherd
And we your commands obeyeth?
Or is destiny under my lordship,
Waiting only to steer under mine whip.

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Tomorrow

Time after time,
day after day,
unto myself I say---Tomorrow.

Tomorrow
I shall wake up early
Tomorrow
I shall make up my life.
Tomorrow
I shall find my own way.
I need to slay my enemies
My laziness, recklessness and numbness
From long, they made their stay
Turning me into a sapless trunk
Turning me into a worthless junk

But
Needless to say that
Those decisions
Those declarations
Were always made of wet clay
And till today
That tomorrow never came
That made me find a way
To vacate my enemy’s stay
or, act on, what I say.