RESURRECTION OF THE WARRIOR

And the only fight worth fighting is on.....

Heads will roll, castles will crumble, arrows will rain.....
Not a drop of blood, never a piece of flesh, no fury of rage.....

Violence of Buddha and the silence of Krishna ....
Revenge of Jesus and the sobriety of Muhammed.....
All in a silent ground, under the naked eyes of angels......

In the midst of infant innocence and smiles....
Sleepless nights, flying dragons and nightmarish moments...

All just for a ray of light.....
Light of clarity, lamp of simplicity...
A flashing glimpse of the virtues of eternity.....

mashoodkk

CONFESSIONS OF A CONVALESCENT

Sorry to all those whom I ever hated......I thought you were my enemies......It took a bit long for me to realise that real enemies of mine lies not outside.......but deep within inside.....in the dark corners of my own psyche.......

mashoodkk

Spiritual Illiteracy

Hours and years ticked by
I remain still a mere nobody

Scorching torture from within
Conscience turned tyrant reigning

It is hard to bear material poverty
Unbearable are the streams of spiritual illiteracy.

mashoodkk

Tomorrow........

Tomorrow I will write about the little lilies
Dancing rainbows and flying butterflies

Tonight let me remain awake
Fabric of a dream is in the make

Early morning we will leave,
In the dewdrops we will dance
We will play with little lambs
Wet in the rain, heart in the air.

mashoodkk

KILLING THE KRISHNA WITHIN....

An inner unrest, anxiety and teeming fear
To comply, to conform, to perceptions exterior

Killing the Krishna within, while in the field
Leaves Arjuna no much choice, but wither and lament.

mashoodkk

BUDDHA SMILES......

Free ride over the random waves of mind
In moments we are lost with land far behind

Then follows yelling and screaming of life's miseries
In a silent corner, under the shades, Buddha sit and smiles.

mashoodkk

PARASITE OF LIFE

Imageries of a scary tomorrow
Like a mite, feeding on life's marrow

Oh fear ! Was thine ugly spirit afloat
In mine early moments like a blot

Or was it the vulgar hands of culture
That robbed me of my vitality and vigor.

mashoodkk