Divine

 There are divines

Beyond the cascades of time

To be seen when not in sight

To be felt when not in plight

And to be nurtured, but not with the beast inside

 

The evil may not suppress but surpasses

The evil may not entangle but encompasses

The evil with its fidelity approaches

The evil with its ecstasy encroaches

The evil, being evil doesn’t destroys

It builds a dark mansion

And hands you the fire for light

The light which is needed

The light which you think should be seeded

But only if the fire can light

For fire can burn

Burn all around

Give you light by burning

What is nearest to your spine

 

There are divines

Beyond the cascade of times

But to be divine

You got to meet the evil

You have been nurturing inside

 

The Sail to the Shore

Not all who set to sail

Sail to the shore

Not all who set to sail

Sail for the shore

Some sail for the sail

Some sail for the waves

Some sail to see the horizons

Some sail to explore their poisons

Some are curious

Jittery some

Some are novel

Noble some

Some are visionary

Looking beyond what’s visible

Some are spontaneous

Exploring the potential of being irreversible

Some like to think

Some observe

Some find facts

Some are abstract.

 

Not all who sail

Know that they are sailing

 

My Iron Chains

 Some sounds are heard

When silence speaks 

Rest all are noises to be unseen

Some roads are measured not in distance

But by the gap they create 

Between you and your mansion

The mansion you get from life

Not the one you create

The mansion you crave whole life

Not the one you pave

Some waters are measured in the depth

Not of theirs but of yours

And yet doesn’t matter how deep you get

For some lights are casted to go beyond everything

And some fires are ignited which doesn’t last beyond a thing

Some people you meet, you never pass by

You pass by someone everyday, never you meet

I glaze the nights, looking for answers

I embrace my faith, my fate, my people

Waiting for acceptance

I breathe, I blaze….

For the irons I melted, have been casted as my chains

And my art on the wall, is marked as someone’s stains