Skies Of Salvation

Stung by fear, my heart slipped into sorrow,
Wounded stood up to slip back again
Far from the great mountain of repentance,
I wandered the glittering streets of the world
Led by the king of deceit and darkness,
Who crawled on his belly into every hole he found
Veiled from truth, I smiled at lies,
Delighted in pleasures I cherished for leisure
I sweetened my lips with poisoned honey,
My curious mind with strange nectar
The few hearts I won, I cruelly hurt,
And anointed myself with the oil of pride

I walked the gardens of pleasurable sin,
Moving to the harmony of hell’s own harps
And with the rest of mankind, I proudly proclaimed,
How I stole the virginity of nature!
How I stripped her bare and naked,
Cruelly tormented the queen of benevolence!
How I gnashed my violent teeth,
At the flesh of goodness, tearing it apart!
Blinded by evil, I fell from above,
Into a pool of cold misery
And paid a price to hell to be revived,
To further blacken my soul, and fall again

The blood in my veins burned fiery hot,
Boiling for more and some more desire
At the foot of desire like I beggar I groveled
At the foot of sin like a peasant I obeyed
My heart stitched up thirteen times,
My soul broken in two and a half
Sold to sin hopeless and wretched,
I cringed towards a little dark corner
The droplets salt-flavored slowly trickled,
And for the first time in years, I began to pray

Though the author of life I had wretchedly denied,
And spat at his image not too long ago
Though his heart I had pierced with the blade of my sin,
And his love I had hurt with ignorance
Like the wind that rages at the peak of autumn,
And the wave that roars in an angry ocean
My lover from heaven blew bliss across me,
And lifted me to his fountains of splendor
He washed my being in the river of forgiveness,
And clothed me in the gown of his love
My every tear with care he collected,
And held them dear to his loving heart
Every wound that plagued my body and soul,
He tended and healed, the king of creation
And from the chambers of his great old mind,
He erased the memories of all my sin
From the darkest corner that was in hell,
To the eternal bliss that always awaited me,
I shall always remember the unmatchable love,
That lifted my spirit to the skies of salvation!

Lover Above

The trees too bored of the same old song,
Words proclaiming the endeavors of the past
So sing to the trees a great new song,
Words that believe in endeavors of the future
Hold fear in the palm of your hand,
Look it in the eye till it flees from your presence
Why fear when you are the flute of the almighty?
You are the harp of the shepherd of creation

The pleasant fingers of the darling wind,
Soothing my mind, calming the furious ocean within
Only in the hands of my creator my heart is at ease,
To whom my soul truly belongs, the artist of life
Remember you are but a mere instrument,
Through which heaven’s wonders are worked on Earth
It is us not I, we not he, universal, one
To the tune of love let us dance,
Our creator, his beauty is true beyond measure

Has the eye of man seen the heart of the sky?
Or the ear of a man heard the words of an ant?
Has the nose of man sniffed the fragrance of the atom?
Has the tongue of man tasted what his heart truly craves?
For what man wants does he himself know?
Life is more than desire, more than achievement.
Ecstasy is a matter of ego-murder,
Kill that ego, Hang it, and destroy it!
The death of ego will give us wings,
The birth of humility will reproduce laughter,
Love is in the air, don’t capture it just feel it
Feel the joy, the peace and the harps of the angels and the symphony of heaven

Words have been wasted on this shallow question,
Is God dead, or is He alive?
Fool! Your verdict is of no value don’t you see?
For if we credit the womb or not we are still from it!
Why climb buildings to heaven, built with bricks of lies?
When the secret stairway to heaven is within our hearts
Listen, see, taste and feel,
The voices around, the birds in the air,
The nectar of an apple, the wind that blows,
And after all this we sit down and question!
Is God dead, or is He alive?
Fools! Fools!

Time is too precious to be wasted on arguing the undeniable,
So save it to create what you were purposed to
The fabric of faith lies in the death of ego,
Submit to the almighty, see his sparkling face
It doesn’t reflect, it radiates,
The face of truth, the face of creation
Open your ears you faint-hearted people,
The truth is here, pure, and untainted,
Don’t manipulate, just accept,
Feel the wind that blows, hear the song of truth,
God never left us! It was we, who left Him,
We return and not Him,

I can see the city of life,
The happy people are dancing,
The king of creation enthroned,
On his eternal throne of justice
And all the people are happy,
And the people are still happy,
Happy for eternity,
The lover above is now with us,
Forever, forever, eternity!

The Scientist's Prayer

And he knelt down before the wind to pray, the words flowing from his lips from the depths of his heart, ‘I must admit, the courage in me to question you is from doubt. For too long has it scourged my mind, and I am now left with no choice but to let it all out.
The things around me are so clear and understandable. The things I can see, hear, touch and feel everything has meaning to it, a certain sense of logic behind it. But the abstract concept of your plan never seems to instill any sort of comfort in me. Where am I to search? What am I to do? The numbers and figures that explain the things of this world are so clear! Can I not understand You in the same way? With numbers and figures, equations with answers! In my life, people have told me that if I believe, one day I will dance joyfully in the rivers of truth for all eternity, but if I do not, I will face the curse of eternal damnation! All these things seem so vague to me, like a fairytale! As I grew in this world, my mind moved from a world of fantasy when I was a young child into another world with boundaries built with sense, logic and common perception. You seem to be devoid of all of these! Perhaps this is my weakness to bear, but I have decided to tell you what it is that disturbs me, wherever you are, whether you are watching and hearing me, or you are not, I believe this prayer will comfort me.
Tell me God, what is purpose? Am I to create it or am I to find it?
Tell me God, are you just the cumulative result of the human mind’s craving for a symbol of perfection? Or do you truly exist, somewhere in a heaven above? Is there gravity in that heaven? Do the laws of forces and attraction work there? Or am I too shallow to think only so little? Then tell me! Give me some sense of comfort! I want to hear you!
I want to see you! It is truly comforting in life to believe there is someone up there who loves you unconditionally, someone who is waiting to save you! But wouldn’t it be so much easier if I only knew who that someone was?
It is difficult to find comfort, but I know you are there, somewhere, you have to be!
For if man is a result of evolution, there must be a governor of evolution. For such a process cannot take place on its own accord.
The world is like a puzzle, and sometimes it is hard to believe that the pieces can fit so perfectly without someone putting them in place.
It is a dilemma that your existence is sometimes so obvious and sometimes like a fairytale!
It is true that over the last four thousand years, since man had any sort of intelligence in him, the quest for God has been his greatest till today.
Is the human to transcend the boundaries of sense and logic to understand you? Is that the only way?
Perhaps it is foolish of me to question you, but what else am I to do to escape the dungeons of doubt?
I want you to know God that I believe in you. And I want you to know that I also believe one day you will save me, and everybody else. Consider me an innocent child with innocent tears in his eyes, making a plea to you.
Every human prays at the foot of fear, for it is till today the strongest enemy of fear.
For there is nothing that conquers fear as quickly and wholly as prayer!
I am discomforted, and all I ask is some sense of comfort in my mind.
Teach me to deny sense and logic when I have to, open my eyes to see the unopened doors behind which lie truths that are eternal.
Help me understand that numbers were made by men, and men were made by God.
I crave for a sign, but I know you will never give me one. You are a tester of hearts, and you refine them in dreadful fires of sorrow and difficulty.
Are you there? Where are you? Open my eyes to see, and my ears to hear.
Doubt is my problem, not yours, but please just lay a comforting hand on my shoulder, it’s all I need.

Spirit Of Gratitude

If we walk a busy road with people chit-chatting as they trod along, we come to notice the large number of people who seem to be very discontent with their lives.
Numerous people find comfort in blaming the universe for not satisfying their needs and desires.
Come to think of it, is it not true that we feel poor when we want more and we feel rich when we give more? I walk the streets of my city and see the numerous beggars seated on the footpaths, though I see a certain amount of sorrow dwelling in their faces, I must admit that I believe that a beggar with probably just a buck in the palm of his hand to somehow get his hands on a meal for the day is without doubt a hundred times happier than an entrepreneur with a billion dollars under his belt!
Why are we living lives where we choose to complain rather than thank?
Instead of complaining about the little hike in the price of vegetables today, why can’t we be grateful for the fresh oxygen that is entering our bodies every second? Don’t you think our minds would be happier then?
Why can’t we thank the God for all that He has given us rather than complain for all he has not?
Showing gratitude instills a sense of positive pride in our minds! Showing gratitude is very important for it is in this act that we feel free of all debts! If an act of kindness is shown to us and we are not grateful, in due time a feeling of guilt crawls up our spines like a slithering snake. Rather if we our grateful and express our thanks with just a word or two it causes a pleasant smile, I’m happy, and so is the other person! Awesome!
We live our lives piling up our treasures, building mountains of gold and hoping to find trees with diamonds for leaves! We dream big building castles sometimes higher than the sky, we are ambitious, always desiring to go higher, sparing not a single moment to just sit and wonder, when the time comes for my breath to abandon me, of what use will these mountains of gold and trees of diamonds be to me?
Instead of piling up pointless treasures, we must find the time to appreciate the little things in life that actually matter. Appreciate a rose for its beauty, or sit to imagine the glory of the creator to create such a wonderful world, such a marvelous world! Only if we learn to thank for the little things, we will find the ability to enjoy the big things!
We must inculcate the spirit of gratitude, its vitality is inevitable!
Before we complain about one thing, think of the million things around us there are for which the Almighty deserves sincere gratitude!
I will tell you a tale that I hope serves its purpose to explain the importance of gratitude!
Once there was a little boy who lived in a village on a hill. A little above the village there was a castle in which lived a rich man with his family. The rich man, though with all the money he could ever desire in the world, with a large castle for a home and ten horses of high standards in a large stable to serve him for transport, and food of various cuisines from across the world and rare expensive wines to drink and a family which had everything it ever needed, still never found it easy to smile! He found reasons to smile very difficult to find! One evening, the rich man took a stroll into the village to gain acquaintance with the latest happenings. He came across the little boy who seemed to be laughing at almost everything he saw. The rich man stopped and asked him, ‘What is it that causes so much laughter in you boy?’
‘Sir, I have no home, but the sky tells me it will serve as my roof! I have no bed, but the benches in the park though not as soft as cotton serve the purpose! I have no money to buy food but yet the big red delicious apples on the trees and the berries that grow on the outskirts satisfy me! Today the wind tastes sweet and the fragrance in the air is pleasant, so I am happy, very happy, and I have so many reasons to smile and laugh and jump about!’
The rich man stroked the little boy’s chin, pleased with his answer and walked away! That day he realized that life is not about the things that elude you but the things that find you! Life is not about the things you can never have but the things you always have!
The spirit of gratitude teaches us this!
The human tongue sends forth a million words of anger and hatred day by day. But remember, the two words that bless our lips. ‘Thank You’. Though two words, they take just one second to say! But they give us one hour of joy!
Laughter is food for the soul, and gratitude is a great reason to smile!
Spread the joy, spread the peace, life is beautiful!

Screamjack

Within My Reach

The grains of sand rolled of my fingers,
As I lost my mind to the dreadful past,
Thoughts too wretched for fords to explain,
Swimming and spinning in my head real fast.
I remembered the world that stole my soul,
Pricking cruelly at my tearful heart,
The world that had me drowning in an ocean,
With big fish that tore my body apart.
For eternity, I could reminisce the times of old,
Lying open-armed on this blissful beach,
But I know the golden gift of salvation,
Will always be within my reach!

I touch the cool flowing water,
Glancing up towards the sky,
I wondered if there existed the supreme guide,
And would He help me if I wanted to fly!
But man is foolish, a dangerous dreamer,
He cradles danger, like it was his very own child.
Though created clean, he is led astray,
Into a world of fantasy, the adventurous wild!
For eternity, I could proclaim the wrongs of man,
Lying open-armed on this blissful beach,
But I know the golden gift of salvation,
Will always be within my reach!

The horizon has come closer to me,
Or so it feels at the advent of dusk,
I am reminded of a close old friend,
Who studied numbers, stars and the elephant’s tusk!
I always wondered about his thoughts,
How he refused to believe in more than sense!
Even love to him was a matter of numbers,
Logic! It hindered him like a towering fence!
For eternity, my tears could flow for him,
Lying open-armed on this blissful beach,
But I know the golden gift of salvation,
Will always be within my reach!

The sun has set and the wind begins to howl,
The sting of old desires begin to hurt me,
Will the wounds of old, ever be healed?
Or must I lay motionless, at the bottom of the sea?
Will comfort ever walk the roads of my heart?
Where is the peace I was destined to find?
Will tears do justice to my endless sorrow?
Will my heart ever befriend my wandering mind?
For eternity, I could question myself,
Lying open-armed on this blissful beach,
But I know the golden gift of salvation,
Will always be within my reach!

Night conquers the day, darkness arrives,
The hopeful moon, reflects the sun,
I remember the friends, who came and went,
The hearts I had lost and the hearts I had won!
Life has never ceased to amaze me,
Many tears it causes, many smiles it gives,
The mystery of death man has never solved,
And it shall be the same, as long as he lives!
For eternity, I could write my limitless thoughts,
Lying open-armed on this blissful beach,

Would You?

Would you say I'm dreaming?
If I told you man can fly
But what if only he tried,
With a heart that told no lie
Would you call me a fool?
If I told you love is true
If only guns would cease to be,
Cold hearts would truly become few

Would you say I'm insane?
If I told you I needed no food to live
But is food that which feeds the mind?
When sorrow is near, peace will it give?
Would you call me crazy?
If I told you I could see the wind
But not with eyes that see lies and sin,
But the eyes of my soul that have never sinned

Would you tear my heart apart?
If I abandoned you that crucial time
But what if I did only to save you
Would I have committed an evil crime?
Would you stab me with your sharpened dagger?
For the hurt I caused you in the past
Or grant me forgiveness for which I plead,
Reject hate, and re-unite at last

Would you call me a treacherous liar,
If I told you God is by my side?
Though sin is ample in my broken heart,
I have stepped down from the pedestal of pride
Would you tell God to abandon me?
And let my tears pay for all of my sin
And ask Him to pour his wrath on me
So my repentance would finally begin

Would you stand really close to me?
In my effort to change this corrupted world
This world that is me, you and all,
And all in the future yet unfurled
Would you drop your guns and reject hate,
And breathe to forge a great new humanity
With peace to govern, love to unite,
Heaven above, and no human frailty

Screamjack

The Governor Of Change

The winds have told us tales a plenty,
Tales that entertain and tales mythical!
Down generations stories have passed,
And soothsayers come with minds too fickle!
But from all we can construe,
Who is the truly inevitable!
In submission we are to bow down,
As unlike man he is not gullible!
Change is his name and his years remain unknown,
His abilities transcend the limits of the mind!
And though in all his glory he governs the world,
His actions are governed by a Force from behind!

The governor of change his mind who knows?
Can man even count the sand grains on a shore?
If what man cannot stop, He creates and governs?
Who is man to term this Force, just mere folklore?
For the mind of man did not just come to be!
How can randomness result in all of creation!
For before all, there was none but Him!
And for his splendid glory, we owe him sincere admiration!
If man is proud and surrenders to a self-tuned will,
What will he do when he encounters weakness?
And his greatest weakness, that death is his birthright,
For flesh is an entity of this temporary world of bleakness!
Rather if his mind surrenders to a greater force,
A force whose existence subjects not to time!
Then the feet of man will tread the right path alone,
And the governor of change will make his life sublime!

For in his world deviated from truth,
Man proudly judges his own creator!
He forgets that he is only a five-sensed being,
And proudly he asks, ‘Than me who is greater?’
But when change lifts him of his feet,
And locks him in the prisons of sorrow and confusion,
He turns an eye to the greatest love he knows,
The Governor of Change who he called a mere illusion!
And though He is not entitled, He showers his love,
And comes to the rescue of his prodigal son!
For pride cannot take the great heart of His,
For from where love is, pride will always run!
If we turn the pages of our human race,
The presence of the Almighty is truly inevitable!
The tongues of great men proclaim their greatness,
As a gift from the Being, whose mind is infallible!

Is man a fool to reject a force that gives him good?
Is he a fool to reject the Writer of his destiny?
For no man is capable of choosing his own future,
But with aid from above, his future will need no scrutiny!
The five-sensed being, the pinnacle of creation!
Yet a funny thought that his senses are only five!
The mind of man is truly magnificent!
But in all his magnificence he still thinks naïve!
If his mind remains in ignorance change will strike,
And bring about only the most tragic of ends!
And in the last moments of torturous fire,
Man will lose the closest of all his friends!
And when he meets the painful sting of regret,
Only one will be left, to him yet made strange,
And though late, man will come to realize,