Larks and Owls.

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The graffito of life lies with lord
Being a lark my  body rises up ,

It sees the sun rising; praisng the world
Eyes close:light is bright ,

My area between the two eyes; feels sick ,
Something pierces it deep down. ,

Not a bildungsroman, but epic on my life
I watch him struggling to get out ; but din stops him,

Birds chirp , nightangle sings
Why then only my heart cries out loud?

I doze off with the blanket of night,
Owl is left in me , not a man ,

I am now perfect, unaware of false
Only correct dwells me not the conscience ,

Peace is what suits me
And not pain,

Because even night is the purest
Let alone the light glowing,

I am both larks and owls
I am both light and night,

If only I fail in being
Is the human that I lack to be .

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Life I presume after I die !!

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Death is so saddening , at a point of realization that we all have to die we actually feel numb and it freak our minds . I sometimes think of death and world as a tale an ancient one that is told to us for not being too much desirous and we as a matter of fact tend to accept it as a ultimate reality ,reality that will never end . But then its our way ,way of humans . The phenomenon of seasons, (winters,monsoons,summers,autumn,springs)and many more things seems to be some kind of things man has created for who is GOD we actually don’t know .So this world actually appears to be like a fairy tale and we are living in its fairy land . But then what is there that has no END ,what is there that has no Beginning ?life is clueless at even next second. Then why doesn’t a human reflect and ponder about death sometime in his existence . maybe we are too supreme beings that we don’t fright death any more ,maybe we have found solutions to protect ourselves from death and that has made us ignorant .But at this journey of my in WordPress where my posts have crossed a century yes (100) I and my heart imagine the story of life after my death ,my presumption i call it :-

1.The news would spread like a wild fire , and i don’t know how much time before i die would i live with my family . being the youngest of siblings my death will leave half dead everyone .my parents would turn  half crazy and they would not find any reason to smile . (which i beg them not to do because life is much more then just living for children’s ,move on i suggest).

2.My belongings would not be given off ,that much i know for my family would keep them as a sign of remembrance,but then at some years or months ahead they might bury them in soil .

3.After my death ,my friends would talk about my wrong doings and right ones and also back bite my disadvantages . but then who really cares for FRIENDS i never had really the real one ‘s (so go on bitches);p .

4.I would be a center of conversations among many people who would have come across me .IF i would have been an office going my firm would take out many words of gratitude on news papers and would also appreciate my work in their on going conversations .

5.Social network sites accounts (twitter,Facebook,whats app) would all be DE-activated and it would say the link is broken .

HOW I WANT IT TO BE LIKE :-

1.My family should not consider it as the ultimate end. for their existence means alot to lord .my family should get over it asap .

2.If successful my books (because i will be a writer and nothing else)should be preserved by the government of at least 6 countries as a mark of respect .

3.I should not die of any disease GOD should let me die in a minute and without pain .

4.I would at least have visited 6 God made countries.

5.I should get enough time with family so that i could repent for all the wrong doings of my existence .

p.s:phew ,my hands were trembling in reality while writing the article .tasting death would be absolutely out of the world . i pray i do not get  a suicidal death nor a premature one . the time lord has allotted for me should be my ultimate .

(on the celebrations of my 100th post ).

That light

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Salim is the new boy of the town .Brown eyes of which speak a lot . Miseries and happy endings has been his story of the life and he lays himself on a round oval huge stone besides the pond. Its the early timing of the day , and he lays his chest on that huge stone crying the agony of his lost soul . As soon as the crimson ray of the sun falls on his forehead he gets charged and he tries to find the reason. Amidst the reasons he tries to trace the path of the light that fell on his forehead . He was in a trance. He followed this light but knew no end. years,ages pass but he still follows that particular light .and amongst this theft like follow he meets with various kinds of things in his way. He one day while taking a nap on his journey saw the calf being nourished by the mother cow,he also saw a galloping horse running running to the point where salim was unaware but a point came where it just stopped and fell down. He watched the birds fly and fly and go higher and higher but through the hunters eyes it was already dead. During this journey where he just followed the light he met his beloved too and their hearts where made of same mirror pieces . But the beloved had to leave him and salim was once again all alone in the journey of light . Through the meadows ,through the valleys he went ,it was like the light was escaping from him . He remembered the moment he first had saw that light he was so much happy that it couldn’t be described . But in this journey a time came when salim became breathless he starred at the hole in a tree and the glimpse of his childhood came to him . He drank water and remembered his beloved but then tears was what stole the moment .he once again set for his journey this time it was the mountains who had his grief ,the light that looked so far now had been the closest thing ever . At some point he saw the light up above him ,and sometime in the 90 degree direction he held his hands to have the light but it all seemed like a dream . Then in the way of nowhere he burst out to the angels of the mountains but they were still clueless and he decided to end .as the time went and the diurnal ended up being nocturnal his eyes met with some thing more fascinating. Now this time it had more pressure . It wasn’t the crimson light and the same horse galloping it was the silver light of the moon that was hypnotizing him . There was the sight of a silver bat roaming around here and there like a messenger .with the hypnotizing light salim was in the second journey of this lifetime he followed this light from end to end but couldn’t catch even a glimpse of it . Years go by and he still follows the light now its the different story of that of the dUal one .but salim has now gone fragile ,now it is like touch me not plant but when he does no longer see his reflection in the pond he dies with the prick of the reality and ends his life following the unicorn .