Mind Mirror

Some start fighting to win the rest become the orphans.

Everyone who reads the book gets emancipation.

What you will do to me in Arindhara,

Will decide your time of incarceration

I tell the same story from the book every day,

At dusk I leave for the doldrums

 

Vasitven walked lifting a cage full of horns

His breath faltered just after completing his song.

When I asked him what is the reason of life,

Story in the Timebook of clocks happened.

What you choose I chose long ago

I built the machine which wrote your anecdote.

 

Animals are still arriving and they keep singing

I was lost in the ends when I reached,

I found out in your world love is the only thing one needs.

Judgement is not about right or wrong

Neither it is about vengeance

It is an illusion that condemns.

 

Don’t think about the stillness in the pond

The ascetic meditates to avoid disturbing his surround.

That which is less is deemed precious

So to become a precious they kill their own.

No matter how big a sun you become

Darkness will always haunt your kingdom.

 

Devil is not a fool

He knows all that happen

It happens as it is God’s will.

What I did for you may be not enough

But it kept you alive for few seconds.

Where drowning in water I celebrated my wins.

 

Life gives lessons for a test we’ll face in afterlife

The test of which none are aware

The results sway all living tribes

For my entertainment rebels became toys.

They gave me something nobody can see

I couldn’t lose it as much I try, maybe it kept me alive.

 

I showed my master my hands soiled by toil,

What I left behind

Still dwells in the caves of Arindhra and the forest

Future is a thing you will now trust.

I used to steal flowers for the orphans

My master said one day I can have a garden

 

My master never disavowed me

Even after finding I was tainted.

The reason was that all other too were tainted.

Now sitting alone in this empty zoo

I wait for the other recruits to retire soon.

So that I could finally see, what I proved.

 

Sceptics can’t stay in the magical universe

Where the creator is old possessing silent creatures

Neither do they reside in a world of invention

They dwell in dead nostalgic past

They become food for the mass.

They’ll see their eyes always as a reflection.

 

The time decays, they ravel in time.

Waiting to become something divine

None of them returned after their arrival.

They ask Pain, ‘who is your equal?’

It replies, ‘The end of the universe’.

The answer they could never hear.

 

They tied a knot they couldn’t untie.

Longing to find their lost shelter

They find absolution in the unknown power

Trusting the unknown mechanism

They believed imagination

Is a manipulation of reality.

 

 

 

You search the whole world

For a thing which only you have saved

You will never reach it if you are scared.

Why do you cry for this world?

There is a song which you’ve never heard.

Come to me, take my hand

I will take you to wonder land

Brimful of songs nobody ever sang

Here all possess paralysed minds.

 

 

 

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