May 15 2008
VOGUE
This aeon is treacherous;
An age of strife, evil and wickedness
We see only masked faces
Turning our life into masquerades;
Feigned smiles, convincing flatteries,
Fetish beliefs, false promises;
All carrying a shackle attached to their ankles.
High- octane thoughts, high pitched laughter,
Like the crackling of thorns, under a pot,
High-speed affability, pretending hypocrites;
Hyperbolic utterances, simulated snobbishness.
When man loves another man
God is taking birth in their minds.
When he starts hating another,
HE dies in the mind, and HE is buried!
On the sacrificial stone at the alter
Of unseen fate, the Time has placed man
As a sacrifice; his limbs tied up and
The guillotine may come down, any moment..
Truth has been chasing the dumb shadows
Of falsity, and myth always, in vain.
Time is a torrent and in the deluge, the desires
Plunge and surmount, rambling and drifting
In a quandary, as in a Jacuzzi.
We may believe that the quaint horizon is at hand
Yet, when we near it, it becomes distant.
That is the horizon of our desires!
15 May 2008, ore 16:37
very thought provoking … we do live in strange times… but then most civilizations did … just before they fell…..
19 May 2008, ore 15:02
Thank you. You are very observant.I very nuch aooreciate those words. kunjubi