Lost And Gone

I was lost in the waves.

Waves were striking me hard.

Paining me.

But I care not.

I floated with the waves.

Thought waves were part of me.

Lost–I forgot its meaning.

And I floated.

Unaware of anything.

None was there to rescue me.

But what of rescue?

There is no escape.

If not the waves,then…..
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At last I found the dictionary.

It just floated towards me.

Kudos to whom it was dropped by.

I found the meaning of lost.

Now–

I began to drown.

I don’t know how to swim.

Then how did I survive so long?

Or do I know how to?

Is panic trying to kill me?

Will my return to conscience
be the reason for my demise?

I tried to force my mind.

Said I know how to swim.

Knowing it was just a cover up.

“Mind over matter”
“Mind over matter”

Well the truth is that

My time is up.

This me,it dies.

And I cant help it.

Hoping that I will be reborn.

As a new one.

A wish that I wont be repeated.

And I am dying.

Not knowing when it will be dark.

Freedom Resembles God’s Kingdom

Having too much freedom
Leads to complete boredom
Having full freedom seldom
Is more hellish than serfdom

For freedom great men fought
And got what was sought
Freedom’s beauty they taught
As for which they toiled a lot

Freedom is a peaceful state
It may be denied by fate
Slavery is torture, so all hate
Freedom is elixir that can activate

Freedom is normally denied
For freedom many have cried
Peace is at freedom’s side
Without freedom, bliss has died

Freedom is a unique gift
As from doom, it will lift
Freedom brings a positive shift
By solving a possible rift

Freedom is by all loved
It makes the owner proud
In a civilized place it is allowed
Freedom less soul cries aloud

Wherever freedom is given
There only God builds His Heaven
By freedom alone happiness is woven
Freedom less place is hot like oven

The taste of freedom is sweet
Of all freedom is the best treat
Freedom and bliss only often meet
Gaining freedom is a marvelous feat

Freedom is like Sun creating dawn
When freedom is withdrawn
Every soul becomes a tired pawn
As permission is needed to even yawn

Freedom must also give responsibility
It must not make useless one’s ability
It must promote one’s valuable creativity
Via activity must increase productivity

Freedom must be for all declared
It must be shrewdly by all shared
The inferior ones must be properly cared
Or else by freedom, Angels will be scared.

M V VENKATARAMAN

The Deadly Mushroom

Blinding white dust

opulent sands

neatly encrust

the clear currents of peaking , reflective

salt sodden wet mounds .

Sunshine screaming ultra violet

through the celestine skies

above a fantasy islet .

Palm trees tilting

then the air starts melting

with an enveloping suffocating

mushroom cloud

it is dominating the now acrid and darkened

burning horizon of blazing

nuculear choked death.

We are inside a political ,volcanic mountain

ready to be dispersed like an over pressurised

blood filled fountain .

The number three will turn these beaches

into rancid decaying

black death filled peaches .

CONTRADICTIONS

CONTRADICTIONS.

If man’s omnipotence brooks no exception,

And his desire is measure of it’s right.

Is progress just a word for self deception,

While nurturing the seeds of endless night.

If power aided privilege offers choices

Of only systems that itself ordains.

Is franchisment a means to raise our voices,

To argue on the length and weight of chains.

If starving thousands for their daily ration

Only droplets from the fullest cups receive.

Is charity a deeply felt compassion,

Or balm to salve the giver no the grieved.

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Alan Gilbert. 1984

Here I Am Again

Here I am again,
hoping that you speak to me.
Your love covers all my being,
your tenderness fills me with joy.
I want to shout to the four winds.
Your love is infinitely a calm balsam.
The divine light that leaves your safekeeping,
it penetrates my mind,
filling me with a divine tranquility.
Thanks Lord for saving me,
when you decided to die for me on the cross.
From my Mother’s womb,
before being born, death already it looks for me.
But your love is stronger than any other force,
you love us so much.
The secret is to know you.
To know myself every day.
I see you and I do not get tired to say,
you are my hero.
You are faith, thought and intellect.
The only thing that you expect from me,
is my heart to transform it in yours.
Jesus enter and take your place,
in this heart that is yours.
Clean my sadness, gather my tears,
that they may form rain that is silent on your feet.
It is hour of adoring you.
Blessed and adored you are by me always,
my good Jesus, I am here again.