Seeking Salvation..

What good have i wrought, I laugh to have learned,

the joy cannot come unless it is earned.

a pure expression of transitory sensation of bliss,

but often to achieve it he has to cross the dark abyss.

one can only achieve the beatitude, if he has struggled enough,

only if he comes upfront and does assassinate his fears.

an inner realization is due, humanity eons behind,

when will man learn the pure ethereal joy of the divine.

he stands atop the summit, having conquered all,

Alas! these materialistic things don't bring joy anymore, it's the love, my lord.

he yearns for the warms atop alone, he is cold and numb

but can't discover thee, the love and guidance to whom he'll succumb.

to soar in the land of happiness, to yearn his true inner peace,

he must aviate in the wonderland of love and serenity.

in the silence, images of his past, flash through his mind,

and he begs for redemption from the omniscient god for the things he cannot efface.

through the mist of darkness he sees a vision so radiant, so mystical,

with tenderness she caresses him and speaks,

"When all is lost, i shall exist; I'm hope, my child."

Call of the Mother..

This is a poem created by my two awesome friends and I.. turned out to be nice eh? :D Hope you like it :) 

The west yet glimmers with some streaks of day.
Now spurs the lated traveller apace
To gain the timely inn
The soft winter sun forms shadows of his past,
Breaking him at the seams, tearing him apart..
His pain is limitless, the sorrow is vast
but he now surrenders his life in the hands of his creator
His feet take him to the place he once revered
Reminiscing about his last farewell, the soft pattering of his daughter's feet
The melodious laughter of his love echoes in the loud emptiness,
But she is just a vision so mystical, a dream so long ended..
How he longs for her to have, and everyone else around
so that boundless love would flow in and beatitude would crawl in
But all is lost, his sweet haven now just a barren niche
His heart threatens to break away from this terrible anguish he feels 
But he has to find his way out  to withstand this pain no more
For the old images prolong in his mind and in the land of dream does he soar
Strangely, the pain which engulfs him sets him free and he walks on,
There is still a larger call which rings in his ears...Still a larger task which awaits his tireless striving.. Still a larger family which awaits his son, his country, his Mother.

"I wandered through fiction to look for the truth,
Buried beneath all the lies..."

Truth is a whisper, they say
Uttered by the Almighty
Men may try to silence it
They may try to twist the words
But the Truth will live on..
It's written in the stars,
It lives on like the sun
It is not afraid of death
It is not overwhelmed by life
And it lives on,
In the hearts of those who believe
And it will be found,
By the ones who walk on its path.

Break away..

Her silent cries echo in the loud emptiness

Her melancholy eyes wait for justice

Her sealed lips wish to utter unspoken words

Bound up in chains, she longs for freedom..

Her mind wonders how the outside world would be

Her broken heart prays for a messiah

Her shattered dreams pierce through her reflection

Slowly withering away, she's afraid to believe..

Too fragile to stand up

Too bruised to be healed..

Yet, too strong to be broken

Too stubborn to give up

She carries visions of a better tomorrow

She plants seeds of hope in her heart

She knows, one day, through the mist of darkness

There will be light, and she will break away...

:)