A sad song

This song I have heard many times before
While awake and even in my dream
And again, it is playing once more
Plundering the abyss of my mind.
Nothing is void in its play
Everything comes spiraling
Reminding the scratches that bleeds
And the shattered pieces of pleasure lying still.
This song I know have been here long
Playing melancholic rhythms of anticipation
With deadliest sting the song I hear again
It leaves me not a second, but its grip is gaining upper hand.
People say forget the past wounds
Lets look for a healing bonds
And I have said the same to many
Only the beholder knows the agony. 

(This is a re-post. Posted elsewhere before)

©bhasvantraz 28July2014.

A walk through volatility

Stench of violence

Floating in the air.

Fire flies high

Seeking the metal bird

And, with its chicks

Brought it down

In pieces,

Smeared with blood

Charred physiques

Brutally snatched.

And, MH17 a violated history.

This day humanity

Opened their eyes

A little late, a little slower

Will they remain opened ever?

To the smell of blood and smoke

Charred remains of human bodies

Between the glitters of worldly things

Lie silently beckoning honour.

Yet still the war is not over

Bodies not all gained their respective place

Fighting against time, countries send reps

To claim their own, a decent burial is all they crave for.

How long this shall go on?

In Gaza the relentless battle is on

Buildings gone homes shattered

Again a bloody battle where many died.

Irrespective of age, the missiles splits open

The values and lives of many

In search of peace, they run helter-skelter.

In Nigeria another form is ruthlessly ruling

By name they are known as Boko Haram

Shielding in the name of religion

Violent uproots the essence of humankind.

Peace is the call, yet in pieces things go

The gripping fear of suffering and death

Is not understandable nor experienced

By us sitting in the living room listening to the news.

The birds and clouds speaking of all these

What a shame to mankind in whole!!

Somebody is playing the rock and roll

Embattled souls let them die

Somebody is playing the rock and roll

United Nation is just round table stuff!!

Is war here for good?

Is war a fated tale for mankind?

Is war a way to divide and rule?

Is war a game of technological challenge?

Is war a religious obligation?

Is war a racial demarcation of superiority?

Is war a manifestation of polarized conflicts within?

Is war a magnified version of strength manipulation?

Is war barter for survival?

Is war a passion for hunters?

Is war territorial greedy reach?

Is war here for good?

War in essence

A primitive yet brutishly

Raw emotion!!.

©bhasvantraz 28July2014.  

When I am gone

When I am gone
Beyond the reach of any call
Place not my dear friends
Your tears nor the wreath
On my tomb.
 
For in one place
I may not be
When the encased casing is dumped
What else can contain this new found freedom?
 
Your words and your laughters
Along with the tears and sorrow
Bury them within me and miss me not
Not even a single moment
For subtler than wind is what I am.
 
The roads I traveled and the places I visited
As history shall all remain in the minds of many
Yet memories do not breath much energy 
Within your mind place me in silence
Because that alone will speak of this beauty
The beauty of this friendship.
 
I may have not been a friend to many
Though I may have remained one to meet their needs
And perhaps my needs as well
A true friendship is seamlessly unconditional 
And what to say of expectation?
 
Yet in promise I will remain a true friend
Carving images of peace and solace in each one's heart
And when I am gone, reveries won't bring back anything
Live on live on live on my friends
Memories too will come to a stand
When the heart wallows in pretence.
 
Live on my friends
When I am gone I know I will still exist
In the love of many.
 
 
 
©bhasvantraz 27July2014.   

Tread not, where devil's heart lurks!!

Take not the path that blinds your soul
For the devil's heart lurks there ever fresh
Beat the odds and stay put if you are sure not of things to do
But take not the path that blinds your soul.
 
How one may be aware of the devil's play?
It's so tricky and we won't know if we stumble
That which pains your mind and heart after long
That which numbs your soul and body after long
Know that the path is verily that of devil
And try not again to repeat the same
Far more than fulfilling the temptations 
You may engulf the happiness of truest sense
And writhing ever your life doomed to worthless claim.
 
Return immediately when the pain of sorrow
Begin to narrow you down your throat 
And in suffocation the struggle went on and on
For every little creak you may see
The divine light shines and awaits with love.
 
Take not the path that blinds your soul.

©bhasvantraz 24July2014.  

Yesterday Today Tomorrow

Yesterday was mighty today
Tomorrow too will be a mighty today
In between the illusions a line is drawn
And, Only today the mighty real. 

©bhasvantraz 24July2014.  

Winds of changes

The sun rises not upon thy request
Nor does the moon smiles widely
'Coz you think you are the doer.
 
The birds chirp not upon thy request
Nor does the beasts grunt fiercely 
'Coz you think you are the doer.
 
The destiny paves not a path different
Nor does fate endows the results imminently
'Coz you think you are the doer.
 
Moments and seasons in changes shall remain
Nor does the sea waves stop waving
'Coz you think you are the doer.
 
When thy fate lies in thy breathes
What claim have you got  that all is yours
How shall the minute comprehend the grandest deed
Where come all these and beyond,
In this insignificance thy remain and claim
"I am the doer"
 
How dare the ignorance plays
A game so thickly veiled
For tomorrow's certainty is not sure of.
The end may be nigh
Yet thy smile swallows the uncertainty
With certainty unknown. 

©bhasvantraz 10July2014. 

Life is for living

To the embrace of the morning light
The eyes romantically dance
While the lips kisses the breeze delight.
This morning is euphoric double joy
Joyous just joyous and the whys I know not at all
Who cares this moment gives you that
Take it joyfully question not much.
Life in many ways open up the paths
Many directions unfold with and without us knowing 
A few we tread some we dread the rest we care not
With ups and downs, pains and pleasures 
In whispering mumbles and hair raising grumbles 
We just march on and on and on it goes 
Yet we stop to ask, what is this life all about
And we go on living without realizing 
Life is for living.

©bhasvantraz 10July2014. 
 

Life

Towards the light
A sparrow's flight
Till it burnt to death
The feathers tethered
Ashes became 

all disappeared

life as it is. 

©bhasvantraz 10July2014