Salvation

This is the moment,
The one you've waited for,
The door to freedon
and window to salvation,
Eternal peace and glory my friend,

Don't be shy now,
It's too late already,
You can't go back from here,
Forward's the only direction now,

Don't bow down,
It's just one step you see,
Don't be afraid of the deapth already,

I know it's a little dark,
But that's just an illusion you know,
Just take the step,
and remember my friend,

The only way out, is deeper within,
Hidden between the layers you designed,
So many questions,
That wait for an answer,

Now is the time,
You think of them again,
Take a minute if you need,
For this is the End...

The end of confusion,
and end of your doubts,
The end to all fears,
Hidden inside,

The fall is illusion,
It won't hurt you at all,
Let go off your thoughts,
And follow my call...

It's time to dive my friend,
With your open mind,
Deep into the vale of your thoughts,
and in river of your soul,
For there lies the answer,
To this imaginary pain...

Hope

When it's dark in my mind,
and cold in my Heart.
When life is all pain,
and things are falling apart...

When people who mattered,
can see me no more.
And when all my dreams,
Just lie there scattered...

When it won't stop raining,
and wounds won't heal anymore.
And the pictures in my album,
Won't bring back a smile...

When the daylight starts fading,
and you know it's my time.
Just do it my friend,
just One last time...

Show me the light,
the one you call hope,
Set me on fire, and lighten me up....

The gift From Lucifer... the one who questioned...

He dreamt,
of a future unheard of, a future unseen,
dreamt of things they never imagined,
thought of possibilities they said never existed,
he had ideas, and some imagination too,
He could create things, and enjoy them too...

And then the Corruption,
of thought, ideas, and dreams,
they called it enlightenment,
and named it the holy scheme,
they taught him to follow,
and mug up and learn,
to sing like a chorus,
beat like a drum,
a constant hollow sound he turned into...

for a 1000 years, it remained the same, before he asked his first question,
and was branded insane,
they hated, despised and mocked his ways,
he was beaten, bullied and looked upon,
banished from heaven, and banished from hell,

another 1000 years, and the corruption was gone,
he questioned again,
challenged the logic, reasons and the order alike,
he questioned the right and questioned the wrong,
questioned the men and confronted the God,

why must one follow, and why must obey,
why not ask question, but always adapt,
why does it have to be same all the way,
why no deviation, and why not astray,
why's there a road, always chosen for him,
why there's destiny and why there's a fate,
why there's a heaven, and why there's a hell,

his questions are unheard,
unacknowledged till day,
his disobedience punished, and muffled again,
and as it's in heaven,
on earth shall it be,
one must raise his voice
and question the scheme...

For rest he doesn't care

Some of it he's forgotten
Some he doesn't remember
Some of it is now forgiven
For rest he doesn't care

The first thing he heard
They said it would be good
things would be just fine...
For he was the chosen one
And he stood a chance...

The message was clear
He took it to heart
Made it his duty
to follow or fall apart
He believed and Followed
Like a true solider does
Killing his believes, and that of others


For ten years, he was prepared
and trained hard for the war
For ten years, He was killed every day
his soul ripped every night...
Ripped, and torn down to pieces
made to believe things that never existed
Promised a paradise
War was his stairway


He buried his questioning soul
a hundred miles
within his body

until the war...

He fought with his heart
but did not succeed
nor did he perish

A fallen solider, he was sent home
where no heart sang a sonnet
no one said a  welcome notes

dejected and doomed
he collected himself
said it's not over
and he must fight again

six more years
wasted preparing for the war
until the day, they decided for him

it’s time you stopped fighting
and it’s best to follow
because in this real world
there's not living within the dreams

think of the future
and think about us
think of the things that are destined to be…
It’s destiny that controls
not the other way round

until yesterday
I saw him follow
The rules, regulations and society’s norms
living his life
to fulfil their dreams…

he no longer cares to differentiate
between his dreams
and that of others
because some of it he has now forgiven,
For rest he doesn't care …

Your Conscience...My Soul...

Everyone needs a leader,
a guide, or a mentor sometimes,
to be their torch bearer,
and show them the light...

We too had one,
We too have one,
Our conscience, Our souls...

For if it were not for the human soul,
how would it be, that you could tell,
who's warm and what is cold...?
and who's a friend, and what is to fear...?

our thoughts, and ideas,
so different they are,
yet how do you tell,
a soul from a soul...

and then there's this question...

if all men have, but one human soul...!
why am I so different,
why are You so cold?
and why do we have religions,
when all there is, but one human soul...?

The daughters of Adam,
and sons of Eve,
is this how they were destined to be?
beings with one soul,
but different to be...!

The heart of a woman

I could say it in seven speeches,
and write it in ten,
it's meaning my love,
shall still be the same...

The first poetry I read,
was deep in your eyes,
First verses, I wrote,
deeper still,

your love was the one thing,
you taught me to feel,
and that it's not the same,
when you write it with steel...

For how do you tell a sun,
how bright it is,
and how do you tell a moon,
how charming it looks...?

but then I know,
I've been a fool all the while,
My woman needs no word,
for she lives in my heart,

she knows what I am,
she knows what I feel,
and how much I try,
to tell her the things,
I could never write,

she knows how dear,
she has been to me,
and she knows how close,
I hold her,
to my dear heart...