Rape of Humanity

Eyes fast shut in a dreadful dream,
Startled into wakefulness with a stifled scream,
The hazy gloom ,for miles it stretched,
With the tears from heaven,the earth is drenched.

The gaping void,with emptiness, filled to the brim,
Humanity grovels in the bottomless pit,dark and dim.
The soul lies battered and bruised in the fleshy cage,
The pain,we can neither measure nor can we gauge.

There hangs a pall of  fast thickening mist,
The sun is trapped in God's tightened fist,
He probably rues the hour when He let it shine,
On humans,His'work of art,sublime and divine'!

Humans,their path to be illuminated,
He had conceived light,then sat back sated.
But now the Omnipotent languishes defeated,
Into the ever growing darkness,they've digressed.

The womb that carries the man,
The man,rips it apart with his beastly plan,
The man with sinews strong was built,
He grew proud and was with disdain filled!

They say, a great apocalyse is close at hand,
No greater Apocalypse can ever visit the land.
Each moment witnesses Humanity being raped,
God is a blurred vision,deformed and deshaped.

Time is ripe for a redemption,
Our task is cut out for salvation
Of a race,facing eternal perdition,
And eventually, the impending  annihilation.
                                                                    
                                                                     Chandni.

The Butterfly

   Wonder of wonders,
      How I ponder---
 The Gift of varied hue,
    That enriches you!
         Yet to think -----
  You come from a creature
        So ungainly hairy.
                But then,
      You grow so graceful
 Lovelier than the lovely fairy.
               Butterfly-----
 How is it that you are so merry,
 In the midst of this turbulence and worry?


          Friend of the flowers,
 So unconcerned of the troubled hours,
                 Let me in ------
  To your world,so happy and bright,
     And dispel My clouds of fright,
      Oh! the fluttering wonder,
              How I ponder-----
   We, creatures of the same Maker,
                   You,
   A testimony of an Art perfected,
       While me and my Race,
With thousand maladies afflicted!

                  Different ----
               Yes, you and I,
                 Yet so alike,
                 Because we,
             Cannot, for long,
          Enjoy the even-song.
       Our Mighty Creator,God,
    Hurriedly calls us to His abode.

     Butterfly ,the harbinger of joy,
               Praise be thee,
             Despite such truth,
    You live a life of unbridled glee.
              Is this your way---
        To thank the Almighty?
               We,the people,
           Can't we learn to be,
                 As grateful,
           Or even just a little?
                                Chandni


                     
                                                 
                                                  
                                       

Perception

A heart wrapped in gold,
In awe,all,it does hold.
Shorn of glitter,false and fake,
Close at hand,for a friends sake.

An old soul,resides in a young frame,
His wisdom puts the wise to shame.
Brutally honest,an enfant terrible,
A tongue so sharp,at times unbearable.

Weaves webs of words,a weaver,
Uses them to bind,sometimes a cleaver,
Paints thoughts,in hues varied,
Predominantly in grey,they are steeped.

A bundle of endless talent,
Who knows,what else is latent!
A store-house of infinite cynicism,
Revels in dark humour and sarcasm.

Jokes apart,seriousness a bird rare,
When takes flight,the soul is laid bare.
His imaginations know no  bounds,
Fascinate him,music and its sounds.

Apparently,an aimless traveller,
In the ocean of life,a lonely sailor.
His pain, in humour he  does cover,
Tears,held back from spilling over?

After all a tampered heart of metal,
Can't be denied that its brittle,
Maybe thats why,its closely guarded,
From Cupid's arrow,lest it be darted!

Its not too difficult to comprehend,
A young heart's this unusual stand,
Who would want the complications,
When there are playmates in imaginations!
                                                           Chandni.

Winter

Its a pitch dark night,
The light from the lamp posts,
Cast a shadowy,smoky light,
On the pavements and the shady roads.

The dark streets wear a look so deserted,
Only some undefinable figures around,
One cannot ,from the other be seperated,
Clad in great coats,homeward bound.

The trees are silhouetted against the sky,
The watery moon barely illuminated.
An occasional  hooting owl fly by,
Its a night eerie and so haunted!

The doors are firmly shut,
The lights through the panes,
Are the only sign that is but--
Tells,theres life thriving in the lanes.

Out of my window,into the night I peer,
It makes me wonder,I try to figure out,
Why the winter is so silent and queer,
Replete with so much gloom all about!

It was then,the Child in the manger born,
In celebration, houses and streets they adorn.
Winter is pure,garbed in pristine white,
The snowy earth,dazzles the sight.

The winter is but a reminder,
The spring is just round the corner,
When nature outdoes herself in perfection,
An undeniable evidence of Divine  intervention.
                                                                           Chandni.

Plea

There is calm, there is quiet,
The whistling of the wind,
The rustling of the leaves,
The sounds ever so magnified.

Many a man yearns for such peace,
Longs for an abode beside the glade,
Away from the maddening din,
To repose in the lap of eternal bliss.

But why is this not for me?
This silence is deafening,
A condition undesired for.
This uneasy calm, must it be?

Is it a warning of an impending storm?
Or a mind teeming with brooding thoughts?
The silence is so unfathomable:--
Will the reason be revealed?--in what form?

The wise say-"Golden is silence"-
I,a lesser mortal,cannot comprehend,
For it overburdens my mind,
Takes it beyond the limit of tolerance.

Speak up,dont fail your clamorous words,
When silence reigns,feelings hurt,
Unspoken words bleed,in caged silence
Free them,let me soar heaven wards.
                                                           Chandni.



                                                               

A Paean to the Night

The night,is a vision of darkness

Breathtakingly beautiful in its calmness,

Through the fleeting time away it glides,

Unconcerned of its impending demise.

The colour of void it wears,

Yet in its womb it bears,
Secrets,hidden and untold,

And dreams,that by and by unfold.

The night,devoid of blinding light,

Is blessed with a soothing sight,

The blue black heavens dimly lit,
The glowing moon's starry seat.

Its pitch darkness is a gift Divine,
Hides all earthly flaws,the Night benign,
Stretches on, for miles,the serene silence,
Flows through it ,in perfect cadence

Its blackness visible to all eyes,
But not the silver streak, that in it lies,
When the day is done and over,
The night offers rest and peaceful slumber.

Then the dawn struts its rays gayly,
The night beats a retreat, quietly,
But not before it has rejuvenated,the placid,
Souls, slumberous,weary and  fatigued.

The dark mystery is as mysterious as it can be,
Its beyond comprehension,for you and me,
The darkness profound,within it,life teeming,
Their songs undecipherable but haunting.

When the world casts at us glances disdainful,
The light hurts and the grief is too painful,
The night embraces and comforts the soul,
The heart finds solace in the star at the pole.

The night is generous and bountiful,
Its music lilting and soulful,
Peace and tranquility,set in, bit by bit
One cant help but  sing a paean  to it.
                                                              Chandni.
                                            

The Streaming Waters

If you come by a chattering stream,
Watch the rippling waters gleam,
It dances and winds along,
To lose itself in the river and its song.

It springs from the peaks and mountains,
Flows down, swelled by the pouring rains,
Basking in the sun and kissed by its rays,
It's destination is all  set,but not the ways.

It journeys through bushes and brambles,
Over rocks and pebbles it scrambles,
Mindless of all big and small hurdles,
Its final stop, is worth all it's struggles.

In the monsoon its at it's bounteous best,
It's overflowing banks,with blossoms blest,
Having rushed through hills and plains,
It rests,when,to it's river  it drains.
                                                     Chandni.

The Vision

When they go out,the bright happy lights,
The darkness slips in,a dreamless night,
Eyes red-rimmed and sleep starved,
Sightless,unseeing fixed and carved,
Into a moonless horizon,deep and dim,
No hope,no despair,just filled to the brim,
They mourn the dreams,dead and dying,
They can tell no tales, either true or lying.
Suddenly ,the unfeeling eyes, are invaded,
By a piercing light ,from the dawn emanated,
They squeezed themselves shut,to the pain,
And wept their tears like monsoon rain.
When the tears were done streaming,
They opened to a blue, clear and gleaming.
 It was a new world of bright happy light,
The eyes wide open,drunk on the intoxicating sight.
The wheels of life continue to spin,
Not concerned of sight--seen or unseen!
The vision, washed of illusion,crystal clear,.
 Night, paves the path for the day to reappear.
                                                                        Chandni.
                                     

                                               
       

Enlightenment.

A deep sense of dissatisfaction,

Slowly, but surely seeping in--

Heavy is the heart --strained the mind,

Desperately seeking ways to unwind.

Life--a routine for me.

With no visible means,

To break the monotony.

Bound to all that is material,

To the superfluous,nothing Real!

Fraught are we with natural flaw,

Incapabale of changing--the nature's law.

By chains of fate,shackled are we,

Impossible,it seems,to break free.

One fateful morning--realisation dawns,

Slaves,we've been,of habits ,since aeons!

How do I escape this dreary damnation,

Is thare no path to grace and salvation?

Suddenly a divine illumination does occur,

And I know,I can,my dead habits conquer!

No more feeding the ego,vaunted and self,

The choice is made--to renounce power and pelf. 

I undertake a journey wide,

To a smoke free countryside,

I walk on,over my shoulder a  duffel,

The sweeping winds, playfully,my hair ruffle.

Never was the green this refreshing.

Ah! what a sinful waste,

All those years of fretting!

Trees,the plants and flowers,

Of myriad hues, abloom in the bowers.

A gurgling lake by the lush green mead-

Nature's beauty is breathtaking indeed!

Those years of incessant toil,in reality,

Were ,nothing but exercise in futility,

Bore no fruit, those hours of infertility.

But Here is and This is Life,

Devoid of all stress and strife.

God,my Father,

In Your divine embrace,

Me You gather,

Enlighten me--against darkness You brace.

Bless me with eternal sleep,

In this calm tranquility and serene deep.

                                                         Chandni.

       

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Belief.

There's no end to the beginning,
If we believe and keep the music playing.
Our fingers may never entwine,
The glint in your eyes, may never on me shine,
I may never be able to lay my head on your breast,
To hear your heart pounding,or for a moment's rest.
We may never wake up together to view the sun rising,
And never see how, in the western skies,it goes into hiding.
But I'll feel your touch and you mine,
When the sun kisses you and then on me shine.
The wind will ruffle your hair and rain drops to it cling,
Then your fragrance,to me, they will gleefully bring.      
                                 Your words may never find,for me, the voice,

I will live by your thoughts,in heavenly joys.
The distance between us is insurmountable,
But they will bind us,memories,scores and uncountable.
The memories,yes, the memories will clamour,
In the sleepless nights,when the stars are a mere flicker.
A life lived ,to love a distant dream, 
Will eventually glide away, through life's murky stream.
Leaving no trails behind,to pass away with time,
Is the dream;wishing you all joys,eternal and sublime.
Someday, when you look back, in a moment of leisure   
 Maybe, a smile will cross your lips, in pleasure.
  Then my tearful eyes,from afar,will glimmer,
  In death , my life will glitter and be a shimmer.
                                                                                                         Chandni.
                                                                                                          

Fear

Life begins beyond the comfort zone,

But we feared to outgrow the sac in the womb,

We turned our face away when the light shone,

In the end,all we got was the lightless tomb.

Reminiscence

Fatigue

Aristocracy

Passion

                                         

Impoverished

Oblivious

'Femme Fatale'

Leisure

'Best Friend'