VOID

He talks to me at unearthly hours
Just when the world sleeps and I lie awake
He talks to me in the crowd
about the other world, the life beyond.......

He makes me fly through the dreamy sky
and at times throws me back on ground
He makes me smile in pain
and at times shows me the loss in gain....

He talks incessantly, blabbers a thousand words
Most of them nonsense, and sometimes sense
And then there are times when
He just keeps silent,
unsettling and unnerving me....

He is within me yet not me
Perhaps the real person I am
Or the one that I could be
He seems to be my alter ego
The reflections of whom only I see......

So fulfilling yet emptier he leaves me
Further into an abyss of unknown that he seeks
For beyond the realm of my sight,
To the deepest corner of my being
He knows each and every cell of my body.....

Hidden from everyone yet visible,
Like a friendly ghost who stalks
So empty yet so full, a being
of nothingness yet everything
He fuels the soul of my imagination
He, who is me yet a stranger,
this empty yet fullsome void..........

Another day

White morning breaks the black night
I vigourously rub on the unrelenting eyes
Mind fights against the will of the heart
And as always, the mind wins.

The dusty, murky, noisy roads greet me
Screeching and repulsive sounds deafen me
Till I reach the den of the thousand animals,
whose blind ego walks on paths they dont see.

Time passes and this den comes to life
With the dead that walk around pretending,
Outdoing and outwitting each other in this game
Of quiet, skillful, aesthetic blood sucking.

The grey evening beckons me out of this den
But to the same old roads that never keep quiet
Then I reach my abode with an aching back
Sometimes to empty walls, sometimes to emptiness.

Hours pass as the grey evening walks back
To sleep into the pitch black night
The eyes slowly close as the body begins to wane
Another day thus wasted, standing in success lane.

To God

They say you are omnipresent
And you know all that is deep inside
Then why should I go to temples
And beg you to be the guide.

All the wrongs that I did
And all the small things right
If they came only from you
Then why is there this neverending fight.

This battle within myself
Confrontation of good and evil
When you are the Good in me
And you created the devil.

I lay claims on everything I made
But they say it comes from you
Then why should I be put to test
When it is all predetermined by you.

Looking down from beyond those seven skies
Where you sit on your golden throne
You hold the thread that you have tied
And direct this puppet to tickle your funny bone.

What if I refuse to comply
Break these strings of slavery
But then wouldnt it be your will again
Of succumbing me to this meek bravery?