Gone are the days

Gone are the days

I used to smile at the rising sun
Challenge him to look me in the eye
The trees looked greener
And the flowers bloomed
Dancing merrily in cold breeze

Gone are the days
When the things I fought for
Looked childish and innocent
But the anger had no place

Now there is neither sun rise
Nor there is a breeze
The trees refuse to dance,
Flowers never bloom
There are no leaves

I fight for bigger things now
There is agony and despair
The closer I get to you
I get pushed further away
Now the heart has no place

May 18, 2013

God's Debris

This is the book that will nudge your brains to really start working. Whatever it says, it seems so obvious about things you have known all along. You will feel enlightenment within yourself nonetheless. The novel talks about philosophy with whole new angle. In the sense that you will never know it is indeed philosophy. It talks about our views on God, His creation and His existence. Everything in this world is driven by probability and we are all living in an illusion. The author, Scott Adams, doesn't try to change your belief or faith. He will only make you think; as the title of the book says: A Thought Experiment. This experiment neither concludes on anything, nor it tells about outcome of anything. Yet, you will say to yourself, "Yes, it is true!" I think I will read this again some time again. I am incapable of giving out more details as its so beautifully narrated. This is just a little over 100 pages long. So you can finish reading this book within a few hours. It is certainly a worthwhile read!

P.S. If are looking forward to read the book, you should read the author's introduction before going ahead. He is very clear on what he wants to convey and who this book is intended for.

The Rising

The Rising

All the holy spirits watching over us

My forefathers of The Golden Age

Reminiscence of their innocent lives

Burned down to ashes by ruthless carnage

Their blessings flow down to strengthen my soul

As I take great pride in saluting my Emblem

My blood is pumped from the Heart of a Lion

Arousing my spirit to fight for our freedom

Violent tides rise high in turbulent times

Like a lone warrior I stand before them

Raising my mighty shield with my only hand

To defend my people and my land

Against the clutches of moral injustice

As a generous sacrifice, I offer my life,

Merely a small price I am willing to pay

Wholeheartedly to save my motherland

Our barns are torn down in retaliation

I yield and swallow every scathing blame

For it is I, who ignited those blazing flames

So it is I, who will breathe in that thick smoke

Suppressing my flooding tears behind my smile

Until my aching heart is heavily soaked

I am reminded of my painful and tainted past

To paralyze me, then to put an end to me

But there is nothing that can restrain me

All the distressing burden is put behind my back

I have been carrying it ever since I was born

It has only made me stronger; I have moved on

In pursuit of the sacred truth, I fall and get up again

I am the rising sun which will never set
Battling for the heavenly souls soaring in the skies

Thus, from the raging fire, 
Out of the darkest shadows, 
I Rise, I Rise!

The Rising – Spoken Word