Friday, November 13, 2009

Strings of Chaos

The mind is restless,O Krishna
it dwindles each moment
whilst enveloping me in an illusion
of beckoning glories and riches.
I, in moments of luminosity
see and judge its true self
often forgetting its inference
of deceit and self preservation
Oh the lies it feeds me!!!
Abstractions and confusions
deductions and my delusions
To gaze within truly
brings out grief unsaid
and tragic wonder sweeps me
away from the self
Cries of loss are
now inevitable for
the enemy lies within me
Can one truly believe
the waves of thought
that pass within
body,mind and soul?
I long for the truth
yet petrified at the
loss of innocence
The question that deludes
is the one with which
life will truly conclude.
Questioning makes the self
more restless for then
the burden seems impossible
too much effort and no relief
Will such loss ever come
again at an hour of death?
Will the lost knowledge
ever return to its true master?
I ask you bluntly now
why bring upon thyself
such myriad of contradictions?
Is the center of life worth
the death that comes in moments?
I know nothing of you
nor of myself
You are a craftsman of chaos
and i am your plaything
Give me a moment of
willful realization and
with the beats of my heart
i shall conquer the unknown
The mind is restless,O Krishna......

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