POWER WHEN TOUCHES ONE...

Literacy,knowledge,wealth,power
In the rewing path of life journey
As the waves keep whirling ,galloping upon the bed of sea


Leaving aside the Waves past ,

which forwards the canopy sail fast
The canopy sails forward in gay

cheering, piercing & winding the sea
but why does the past remain no longer to their notice??

The same follows in one’s life
One remains the same when all are same
He is the one as was supposed to be
But one when once destiny is retrieved
Showered upon merits of luck
He never looks back nor turns to the one who helped him climb up
But yes for sure spurs him out
Leads life of true virtue
Fills the heart with eternal guilt
Persuades success until he reaches it
Adding a new member to his forgetting tool
Playing his tool to work for him
And again when power defines itself
Leaves his tool besides and walks forward

This is how power endears to oneself

creates a new vision
Nullifies the emotions

and voids creation
But leaves behind with selfishness and pride.

well its been long since i have published ne post..though i write many of dem...
many ppl were confused with the theme of the poem..guess it was confusing 4 them...
well actually..i deliberately played wid the words..in order to genrate different interpreation..


with the onset of "The Moment" in our lives...we tend to overlook the bigger aspects and concentrate on things we hardly have control over!!
we care about relations...dat no matter how hard v try cannot be gained bak..v cry over things dat wud nvr be ours...v fyt for a cause dats already lost...
howeva v tend to miss out on things v can control....v can improve on....

FLAMES OF WATER

I know not the reason of the sudden phantasmagoria of the dreams of yore
Dandling carelessly with the dagger embellished in the blood of that bloody nightmare, in left
And in right, a feather dipped in the caramel of that sweet bloody nightmare
To trickle through the dungeons of an enameled heart fastened with emotions unkempt

I know not the reason of the caving in of long held jinx, the deceit of my talisman
That happened within moments of a finger flick, of course uncalled for,
Breaking down to a disdainful rupture
Strewed across the mottled mosaic, encrypted with fragments of curses
Glistening with eyes of suspicion, perhaps probing into an unmanned future
Exorcising the saint in me……………

I know not the reason of the unusual usurp of the eccentricity of pallbearers
Moaning at the depart of a twin soul, wailing at the coup de grace of a saga untold
Groping for the last touch of a cold hand and blue face …..

YET I KNOW THE REASON OF
The shrinking glorious mangroves of past, which once,
echoed with the roar of the felines, reverberated with the sound of cuckoos and ravens……

YET I KNOW THE REASON OF
Marauding waters and receding coastlines of the golden beach ,
garnished with calciferous skeletal remnants,
Deep fried with refined red and violet rays upon a hot array of silica…….

YET I KNOW THE REASON OF
The enraged crystal castle sitting at poles apart ,strutting and paddling through the troubled waters
Armed with canons of water , scheming to lynch the mass with “ FLAMES OF WATER ”