Moksha

“White!”, said the man in the fancy hat

Naming the house where the President sat

“White!”, said the man who listened

In the dark, with teary eyes that glistened.

Common cause had brought them thither,

A cause inauspicious that holds them together

Dormant they were for the past millennia

Away and disconnected from the mania

Time, indeed, is a clocksmith

He morphs the ancient legend into myth

Myths assert His circular style

Refining His World with a patient guile.

“Break the cycle”, murmured the fancy hat,

as the palm went from curled to flat

“No… I can’t!”, moaned the sad one,

unknowing, that the process had already begun

He, the destroyer, does not wait

Neither does He allow you to meditate

Time cares not, if you are on the path

And leaves just ashes in His swath

“I am ready, I will do it!”

As these words came out, it hit

The radiance of a thousand suns

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Somewhere a man in a fancy hat said “White!”

And there fell a long, dark and cold nuclear night.

Destiny

When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. -- Paolo Coelho

I was walking down an eerie lane

With a clouded mind and a weary eye

I hear muffled chugs of a distant train

As the stars shine dully in the ink black sky

Praise be to the creating gods

That have tolerated mankind in all its folly

their vision and our world, deeply at odds

Messed up have we, by golly!

One after the other, the lights go out

“Is there no way out of this!”, screams the mind

“Is there a light at the end of this dark life’s route?”

“Or is it my fate to be stuck in this grind...”

Thousands of years of evolution,

and what have we achieved?

Stuck in the karma revolution,

wallowing in our greed

Nothing did I find atop the Everest,

that had flamed humanity’s desire

At the heart of the Amazon’s tempest,

The lightning failed to ignite a fire

A voracious conqueror to a generous empowerer

everything I have been

No one that I held dear,

and all has gone past unseen

Desire is my desire,

Ennui is my reality

If life cannot give me what I require,

Cessation of it, my only priority!

Those words, Reader, drowned

in the mighty waves of the Tsunami

Hauntingly the sound they carried,

“Oh my god, they killed Kenny”