On a black day, joy overflowing,
When mind is still submerged in mirth and revelry,
Somewhere, someplace i have been to, is washed away.
In tears and agony, the Tsunami engulfs the land.
All the human race, claims the ultimate power,
But all it takes from my mother is a whisker.
Everything known in the square radius
Brought down in a blink of a second.
For good or for bad, i cannot judge.
Everything has a meaning but maybe not.
I cannot extend my hand for help, this far away,
But here is my gift, to all ye souls rejoined with my mother.
This petty money would not save the day
But all i can do is offer it and pray.
Peace take me and offer serenity
Burn my agony and blessed be thee.
That is that for which words exist not, to explain ;
That is everywhere and it is That we see.
That we feel, we sense, we hear without reason to complain
That is in every matter, stars, and from the mountains to sea.
It is That which is alive, and That which isn’t.
It is That which stays and That which doesn’t.
It is That which exists and nothing else does.
It is That which creates energy and That which takes.
That which is seen and That which radiates,
That which reflects and that we cannot see
That which is physical and that with no form
That which is everything there is, was, ever will be.
What name do i give That, O Thee.
Time passes by, as usual, for nothing it seems to care,
Creating the life and memories in its silent ways.
This miniscule being stuck here, awaiting the next nightmare
Just vegetates in unthinkable precision for the past few days.
Why this weird lump in the throat, the passion,
The fire, the spirit, the love, the feel.
What doth all this energy, Fusion and Fission,
Mean against the chaos in the mind that kills ?
That beautiful feeling living alone once
Has created this monster that hates company.
The pride without which though it hurts
But hurts even more to live with it.
Sanity so very delicate to preserve
Amidst such vagary of doubts and fears.
What thee fear destroys all ye fights for
But fear does seem hold the sanity here.
Come out of the shell, and live free
Without limits to the mind and life.
This mind is late on its quest, for the green tree
But better late than never for my time still is alive.