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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,
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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!

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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!!
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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