Monday 17 August 2015

 Painless Nightfall….

I am no spy mercurial…
for my unchecked destiny….
nor can i do everything….
that is ever possible……
Impossible is a word that rings aloud in my dictionary…
i feel fear..
like all other confused mortals of crimson and bile….
i feel nervous….
like all other creatures of neurons micro..
and senses insignificant….
i can’t claim to be a mind great…
for my thinking is always looped…
never straight…
never parallel…
And with my spectacles tunneled..
i forever will that everything is closed..
everything is bounded…
all are ransomed...
nothing is ever left for me..

But i think i have one ace up my rather old and worn down sleeves..
the desire to dream something different…
and the drive to be a lunatic of love…
forever and forever…
and guess what..
even Sherlock Holmes had to duel with Moriarty…
and James Bond had to lose it all often…
and while i am no endowed with anything heroic..
nor i am gifted with something that can only come from..
worlds far away….
yet my perception has never defaulted on my conscience..
nor my shadows ever tempted me…
to behave in a tone hypocritical..
and be dual….
in my actions and influences…..
i have never tried to hide my failures….
i have even learnt to accept my imperfections….
as stains ruby…..
on an diamond Hadean….
i have never put on a show of acquiescence…
i have stopped flattering all the deceiving distractions…
i have never given away my heart to usurpers…
once cheated ..i have learnt well all the lessons ancient…

so i think i am all capable…
to handle the task delicate…
of ushering in a dynamism unstoppable..
of undertaking a thorough and precise eradication…
of all the stale biases…
senseless dogmas...
and cringing limits…..
i am all ready…
to bear with consciousness dedicated…
and conscience mature…
all the consequences inevitable…
of my deliberate actions…
and put into implementation efficient..
all that is the demand…
of the innumerable chained…
and all that is required…
of the situation emergent….
and roll in the revolution of the poppies..
and the magnolias, the orchids and lilacs…
cut through all the ceaseless borders…
and usher in an infinity of whispers and whims..
that will always be fulfilled…
not sacrificed at the altar of convenient compromises…..
the night will fall….
like a veil peaceful…
not on the sun of passion magnificence…
but on the harsh reality…
of a world of exploitation and oppression inhuman…
night will fall…
healing the wounds of a scarred humanity…
night will fall..
not in atomic winters…
but in springs of love and dreams glorious…
night will not tear away..
one’s kisses..
one’s touches…
those blue eyes..
and that tear shed together…
while waiting for the last bus…
or delivering the next chip of secrets….
night will not lead…
to abrupt explosion…
and emptiness eternal….
rather this time for a much refreshing change…
a change that will not wither away like the  graphite of fire edificed…
but will stay eternal…
like the conversations flourishing between matter and antimatter…
and lead to confluences mystical…
convergences enlightened…
and agreements magical…
nightfall will no longer be painful…
it will no longer be abrasively alkaline…
on our already muddled existences…
rather this time..and for every time onwards from now..
the night gracious…
ever pure and forever vigilant…
will with a stroke just…..
clear all the webs of fanciful deceptions…
and usher in vision far in conception…
and clear in perception…….
a night brighter…
than the haughtiest days of the Golden emperor of our fimiliar skies…
a night that will fall…
not with the expending of trillions of tears…
but with smiles wider than the two arms of the grand canyon…
a smile forever radiant…
a smile to be remembered always….

and this nightfall will befall..
due to my continuous penance…
i am no big shot..
or the throne’s favorite…
just a lone ranger…
of the charred deserts of torture…
a wolf..born of a mother forever compassionate yet shadowed by
malice heartless…
 no James Bond ...with the azurest Aston Martin…
but one with two hands short and wrinkled…
and two legs soft and freckled…
yet strong enough..
to end the days of misery hapless…
and bring in a night free of chaos hurtful…
and full of bliss approved by the true all considerate..
Satan….
 
my thoughts....

Many a sin can never be washed away into glorious insignificance..
but forgiveness can always bring..
a nightfall of healed hearts..

hope you all like it..

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