Monthly Archives: September 2012

Haiku: Snooziing Ghost /not a comedy!/

It’s been a long life –
Seeking peace, reality, and love;
Dying in its quest

…Now…

See sad ghost crying
Fearfully expecting doom
Runs helter skelter

…Finally…

Heaven opened up
But the seeker was not found
The tired ghost sleeps

Song In The Darkness

This is my song in the darkness,
When the gloom chokes on my throat.
My dance in the water,
When my feet feels unsure.

Beginning as an uneasiness
Bubbling in my stomach;
Like the waves of a naughty sea
Rocking the boat playfully side to side;

The darkness crawled its way up my gut
Wanting total domination and expression.
Like the ocean feeling irritated
By my boat ON TOP of it.

En route its ascent it bypassed my heart.
Saving the best for last, maybe!
Like the ocean biding its time.
Conspiringly building up a hurricane!

A first creep out my throat,
And a dark foul mist seeped through.
Like that cursed wave
That cracked my boat.

But the external rules and constraints, and my shame
Wouldn’t allow it out wide.
Just as I could easily patch my leak
With some misconceptions and outward acts of good.

No way the darkness was giving up.
But it didn’t act as predicted.
Or, did the sea respect that sailor
Who patched a leak with clay?

Many mothers know how to get a baby’s mouth open –
Some pressure on the cheek near the jaw.
And many little children know how to wreck the hardest clay –
A little soaking in water with a little patience.

Darkness was better than that.
It grasped lower –my throat.
Knowing that with time, the clay would give way,
The sea just kept at it.

Going for my air, it knew that eventually
I’d open wide my mouth wide, or die.
After all, I couldn’t watch the inevitable happen;
I’d have to abandon a doomed boat.

So, would I allow my darkness out,
Or take it down with me to the grave?
Knowing that stepping out to see if I could stand
Would be better than sticking with a sinking boat.

This is my song in the darkness,
When the gloom chokes on my throat.
My dance in the water,
When my feet feels unsure.

See me give up the ghost,
As the darkness weakens its hold.
And I am staggering ON TOP of the sea,
Completely out of my safety boat.

I take my last breath,
As the darkness goes to sleep;
Leaving me at a loss for breath,
As the waters start flooding my lungs.

MY story ends here.
Not the expected happy ending.
The image of a drowning man,
Sinking faster than the speed of time.

Now, the birth of a new creature;
Living, darkness-free.
Who knew there was an island nearby,
And the drowning man would step on solid rock.

A new creature living for the light –
A light that engulfs and liberates.
So firm he could never go down again –
An island beyond dreams.

Now, there’s still a lot more darkness all around him.
That is another story!
For now, let him find security and certainty –
Much better than the illusion of safety on the boat.

P.S.: The darkness –the evil within.
The second half of each stanza dealt with the ocean part of the story. This has to do with the testing of those principles, mindsets and beliefs always believed to be true.

Lost In Reality?

English: The Earth's atmosphere refracts the s...

Wake me up.
From the bland dream
Kiss me and sing to me.
When I hear your lips
I’ll know I am awake.

Show me reality.
Show me the mystical world
Through your eyes.
Holding me as I hold you,
I’ll know it’s real.

But how will I know
I’m not just in another dream
With you in it;
A world of illusion
Through your dewy eyes.

I know it sounds sweet to say:
“I’ll rather live an illusion
If it’s you.”
But, if it ain’t real,
Then it IS NOT real!

So, send me back
To the world I came from;
Where reality is simple-non-magical
Save the drama
For when I know what’s real.

I used to believe in all the drama.
But please, let me enjoy
Something more definite.
A dream based on a reality.
A dream in reality!

Thank you.

Clarity In Confusion

English: spring water

Simple words I don’t understand in life:

Dream
Illusion
Imagination
Lie
Reality
Reasonable/sensible
Truth

NB: I have only arranged them in alphabetical order.

FMV -The Lounging God

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A god lounging out at his balcony,
Spectating those tiny particles moving below;
Men and women, children and animals;
All the activities in the stream of life.
Of course, they don’t know I am here;
So blind to my pretty realm
Above their petty realm.
All of them so myopic (shortsighted)!
Let me pretend to also ignore them.
Or, better yet,
I’ll spit out on them;
Or cause some interference –
Just for my saddistic godly pleasure
Probably then I’ll draw some attention and due recognition to myself.

But, I am no god.
I am just a crazy writer –

Who has a God,
Completely different
From the type I am feeling myself to be,
Whilst hanging out here,
From the balcony,
At my hospital building,
On a merry Thursday night.

Thank you.