Nostalgia

On a rainy drench day
I thought of lost time
When language was proper
Abuse worst crime
Money was secondary
Ethics were Prime

Rebels were martyrs
Thoughts had a home
Divine cried over a
lost genius’ tome

Verses were heard
Words carried weight
Philosophical pondering
and humanity’s fate

Music grand masters
Songs sung in soul
Days, many hours
Nirvana achievable goal

Was this all real
or mirage, imagination
Life was much simpler?
mind’s insinuation

Return to the mundane
daily death routine
Passing through passages
Million times seen

Reality

Eyes tell lies
Ears hear wrong
Who would you believe
Voices which are strong
Shouting loud deceptions
Figments, misconceptions
Ignore what is fact
believe blatant acts
Survival on perception
Nothing true since inception
Blue, brown, red, cream
Nothing is, what it seems

Rest without peace

Deserts, dunes,
oases opportune
dawn bearable,
too hot at noon
walk run, walk run,
repeat and repeat
keep dodging death,
every hidden defeat
boundaries pushed far,
endurance to extreme
walking on the water,
nothing is what it seems
rest is no option,
sleep standing a while
too far still to go,
body and mind’s toil
destination is known,
let courage keep calm
soul will find peace in
redemption sand storm

Relic

My empire is vast
Is going to last
for centuries to come
Said the mighty King
a few summers back
All is gone
since his death
Now there is a
Unnamed broken
tombstone
and a
Majestically adorned
golden throne
in a place unknown!!