Forsaken....

And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Matthew 27:46, King James Version

The Retarded Truth!

'tis gone!
but what was it!
that morphed me into thinking
how does life prevail
many steps it entails
pale.....
snail....
tale.....
stories is the spice!
each different
the more the better
does life have variety?
sinks in the retarded truth for an anwser?
why do we look for spice?
or why do we remember a moment... much even after its moment!
why?
perhaps life seeks pleasure in bigamy with spice and remeberance.....
if one in non satiation then what does two signify?

Dreams entwine the Life around me...

Don't need another reason to dream... its a future reality... but there are some dreams that metamorphosize into unborn reality...subliming away to glory....a sense of unborn truth...a forsaken one......

Here we go....

Unborn Dreams (Kachche Khwaab)

The noblest jewel in my hand
I forsake it not
Coz they are mine
And only mine

When my hands unfold
The smell! Only I can feel
When some drops sublime
Taking the heat from sun
The Agony only my eyes can seal!

They gallop within my heart
But never tell
In the drops in the eyes
They dwell

Their longing for a mould
Their penchant for being unfold
And yet happy
Perishing slowly to a glory away

Deep within the heart when they rest
Finally before being lost in the bed
Beneath the rocks,
They unwind my consciousness
That layth fragile and weak
Game to the worldly seeks

The shout cannot be heard
The groans no trace!
Only a mild vapour!
Alas a mild vapour....