Pathway to paradise

Today was the day
when all was supposed
soon to be disposed,
worldly belongings
worries, longings,
deep slumber
is just so near,
eternal rest
with certain fears
of unknown,
insidious, grown,
scares, multilayers,
do not spare
raw nerves,
notice has been served
it is time,
sleep now
wake up to
reality new
after the end,
soul renews
seeing on the other end
long lost relations, friends,
smiling, waving,
reassuring
beautiful green,
doorway alluring,
pathway near,
cross without fear
spilling emotions,
unable to bear,
home forever,
uncontrollably cry
a beloved’s kiss,
wipes tears dry

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Pace

Slow
Near stillness
Water, boat, floating I
Everything passing by
Zooming, zipping, overtaking
As if in a hurry to see everything
consume every bit, before it dies
Should I be worried, am I missing the boat
while being in one, world gloats,
worthless possessions, in my eyes,
heart sighs, keep looking for questions!

Pope music

If I was the Pope

rekindling hope

removing barriers

motives ulterior

changing customs

tolerance in system

humanity primary

religion secondary

Infallibility myth

arrogance kith

eliminate sad soaps

If I was the Pope

Lives to change

Clergy deranged

Interfaith talk

Together all walk

Issues to address

shames redress

Rights to press

Traditions in recess

Cleaning all the mess

Putting devil in rope

If I was the Pope

 

Prisoner of cupola

A beautiful dame of uncertain fame

been captured, gold-cuffed in a solitary loft

Each day she cries, asks Almighty why

is the fate of late has venom and hate

a family of meagre means, happily ate beans

content in that simple existence, mutual assistance

forgotten denizen of a small town,

plain cloth worn without any frowns,

what have I done, what could be done

to remove the curse, bring life back in verse

bad omens reverse, an ordinary universe

Answer to that is No, when rich and powerful

set eyes on beautiful, lilies in a dirty pond,

who won’t abscond, will not bond,

to dirty money, shores darkly sunny,

refuse to become their beautiful bunny,

they are captured and killed, or willed

as such, thrown money and much

to lure in a lie, deceit and wry

smirks, bodies bought, souls, thoughts,

left behind in simple family homes,

and most beautiful, innocent

girls left crying in grand domes

their destiny is all but sealed, truth revealed

there is no God for the poor, no justice for the weak

world full of death of dreams, screams, crushed squeak

of gold adorned, silk worn, gorgeous dames

locked in a cupola to match their fate and fame

all days still glitter but all are the same

until that moment, a smile returned and death came

 

Nightmare

Clock chimes eleventeen at night

Bleak street, without light

No sound, no soul, no one in sight

a sudden shuddering scream,

aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh, haaaaaaaaaaaa

unimaginable unbearable absolute fright

a person, a ghost, high devil’s host

came and punched heart to implode

took and drank blood, terror explode

breathe stuck at expanded lungs’ edge,

senses suicidal, jumped reasons’ ledge

Falling and falling, time slowly crawling

death does not arrive, he comes again

no desire to survive, mind emotionally insane

Abyss, true abyss, the fall had no end

not heaven or hell, a memory pretend  

 

Shame

(In the context of Catholic Church scandals from the near past, this is not supposed to disrespect the religion but the clergy who runs it and some unnatural rules creating immense psychological issues)

People on earth, look at me
Cross in my hand, authority
Words I speak, are words of God
Ignore your instincts, obey thee
Colour in my eyes, may be lecherous
Your time in church, will be treacherous
Pain you suffer, humiliation you incur
In the name of the Lord, we hit you hard
Altar boys, kneel before me
ignore my insanity, vanity, profanity
Nightmares you have, suicide you crave
I thought you understood
It for your own good,
Our desires need to be fulfilled
You were available,
So you were grilled
Don’t speak up, consequences dire
I will go higher, cardinal aspire
You move along too,
Try to live the life you want to
Throw your empty soul in the bin
I will beg forgiveness for my sins
That is quite fair, church bells ringing
Time for my prayer!!

Light before dawn

thoughts plush stairs

climbing one by one

at the top, you stop

left, there are none

that be the end

or mere beginning

take first step before

counting last, aghast

soul pleads against rushed,

never hushed, blood pumping

floor thumping, restless heart

wasted precious moments

nothing but torments

what was contemplated

considered, proven empty

fate tempting, to abyss

Silence required to count

thoughts to be found

worthy to consider

else death before dawn

before first step to

enlightenment