a world of dead saints

there are figures behind the form,
of whom are promises,
made of glass
,equally fragile,
i hear the shatter,
upon the rocks of ignorance,
into smithereens of arrogance!
that blind me and all of us,
its a world of dead saints.

a people yearning to be led,
like sheep hear them bleat,
not to shepherds,
oh no!
its to to the butcher.
hear them wail,in regret.
awash in their blood;
yet i hope its a lesson learn t,
of a world of dead saints.

breath of God

even as evening creeps in,
even as the western sky bleeds,
i stand in awe,
at the gush of wind,
the billowing gush,
like an angels breath,
cooling and invigorating.
such ethereal zephyr.
that animated the lump of clay,
filled it lungs and pumped life,
such a gentle wind,
as only the breath of God.

i am swept by the gales,
the vortex of the tornado,
in whose eye i find peace,
whose rage was tamed,
in the burgeoning tempest,
and all was calm,
not a sound just peace,
i rock in the boat,
to marvel at such power,
i let it steer,
from coast to coast,
such a gentle wind,
as only the breath of God.

unknowable peace

there is but peace,
where is a fulfilled wish,
yet hides in its disguise,
to all but the wise.


i speak of the meadows,
that kiss the horizon,
bridged by the rainbows,
punctuated by the sparkle of the brook,
that drains in the cascade,
in turn to the water fall,
and all round the countryside,
giving life in its peaceful wake.


i tell tales of the heart,
i speak of soothe to the hurt,
i speak of unknowable peace,
that picks piece by piece,
to amend the whole,
of God and his,
of the man and all these,
from ducks to flocking geese,
i speak on none but peace.


in the ungrudging soul,
the loving self control,
of they that play their role,
this immense peace,
that hide in the light,
and fade in the night,
where no fuss no fight,
or fists clenched tight,
yet the blind will see it not,
to them; unknowable peace

symmetry of our lives

Symmetry of Our life

Though its cold,my heart is warm,
You came only to find it gone,
In tears,it was torn,
Pretence,a facade i seldom worn,
Pretence,for a decade you worn,
In tears our lives asunder torn,
I was gone,you came late.
Though my heart warm,it was cold.

It was the love of hate,
In our lives you put,
Doubts and distrust,
Now we are strangers,
It is a strange us,
I doubt this is trust,
That is put in our lives,
Causing a hate of love.

Does the gods upon us smile?
Hardly!
Ours is an accursed fate,
Looking for love and more love,
Looking,but theres no more love,
Is our fate our curse?
Hardly!
Its our smile that is no longer god!