Hearts of Faith

Build them no temple; build them no mosque
Build them no holy abode with your dirt!
If you want them to pray, then let them pray chaste
Build them not walls, but build them a heart!

Build them a heart, and fill it with love
So much love, that they beg you to stop!
If you want my faith, that is easy to get
Give me not myth; just give me the truth!

Life will speak for itself in silence
Truth will recognize itself in silence!
Don’t ring those bells; don’t yell those hymns
You don’t need all that noise to know!

Stir them to listen, if you know how,
Stir them to listen to the sound of silence!
If you want them to see, let them see for themselves
Let them listen to the voice deep within!

Build them a heart, and fill it with love
Love knows no barriers; it knows only faith!
If you want my faith, that is easy to get
Show me not shrines, but show me your heart!

Healing Time

Time, they say, heals all wounds. I strongly disagree. Time is indeed a factor involved in the healing process, but it is not the cure in itself.
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It’s only been a while now
that I was run over by a train.
Give me a little more time
to collect my bits up again.

It’s only been a while now,
and I’m still fighting the pain.
Give me a little more time
to gather my soul up again.

It’s only been a while now,
and I’m sure that I’ll sing again.
Just let me find my voice, and
the rhythm will return in time.

It’s only been a while now;
I’ve forgotten how to smile now.
So give me a little more time,
and maybe a little more time.

It’s only been a while now (It’s only been a while)
that I was run over by a train (I’m still fighting the pain)
I’ve forgotten how to smile now (Forgotten how to smile)

But I’m sure that I’ll sing again (The rhythm will return)
So give me a little more time (Just a little more time)
And maybe a little more time (Yeah, a little more time)
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I had written the above lines a few months ago, and had immediately started wondering why I had written them. When I read it back today, it made more sense.


Cheers everyone! :)

Strength

Strength is not holding back tears.
Strength is acknowledging tears.
Courage is not being without fear.
Courage is being despite fear.

Sometimes words fail, and tears
speak very loud, and very clear.

Emotions are natural.
The shower of tears,
the thunder of laughter,
all simply natural.

Crying is okay; it is not at all wrong.
Don't think that those who never cry are strong.
And don't consider yourself a weakling if you cry.
Hold no fears; shed those tears; you will not die.

Sadness

Feeling very sad about a lot of things.
A gnawing sensaton, in my heart, rings.
Inexplicable, strange, making little sense.
Want of affection seems to be a penal offense!

Under the guise of praise, a verbal sarcasm.
Punished by Shadow, flung into the Chasm.
The depth that I love and, as my own, cherish.
Now estranged, I have fallen in to perish.

I bow to thee, O silent assassin.
Give me but one gamble to win.
I bow to thee, O Chasm, deep.
At least a hug before I sleep.

Chapter 1: Endless Chasm

In the beginning there was Shadow.
It was still, dark and obscure.
From Shadow sprouted desire;
the desire was for recognition.
Desire matured into ambition;
ambition had great strength.
Strength sustained Shadow,
and Shadow could act.

Shadow first created air;
then it made water and land;
then an assortment of life forms,
to govern each stratum.
Shadow sowed seeds,
seeds of desire, in all creatures;
desire to sustain, to procreate,
and to appreciate Shadow.

Then they acted, driven by desire.
Actions brought about effects;
effects transpired in pairs.
One of each pair fulfilled desire,
and the creatures called it Good;
The other defeated desire,
and the creatures called it Bad.
The kingdom was hence divided!

Good was rewarding; it was adored.
Bad, disappointing, was unwelcome.
And then a new ambition was born:
To acquire all that was good, and
to ward off all that was bad.
The renewed ambition had great strength;
Lust and fear shaped that strength.
And the creatures proceeded to slay!

And so it is that the very monarch,
the undeniable supreme veracity,
concealed by greed, fear and pride,
still remains dark and obscure.
Flanked by the twin kingdoms,
Shadow expands into a cavity;
into an endless chasm that
creates, sustains and consumes.

Chaper 2: Combat

The dome is all set;
the runners are on track.
The race is underway;
there is no looking back!

There’s an endless chasm yawning at them;
a callous reality towing them in!

Cannons rumble and hurl,
with relentless gravity!
Moral fiber under attack,
in a bottomless cavity!

Pennants of despair unfurl;
hearts lie shattered in shreds!

Breathless, the runners fall
at the finishing line!
At the portico of death,
the ultimate umpire looms...

...It’s a merciless void;
it’s the endless chasm!

Chapter 3: Attempt

Here are the signs of a dying age,
the clock chiming down to the last stage;
here are the grounds for the stupid rage,
ingeniously crafted on the crimson page!

Too very brainy, too very sharp.
Too many people played the same harp.
And, in the consequent conclusive din,
they hoped to obscure all their sin!

Concealing awareness from light,
trying to escape from its plight;
simply forgetting what is right,
they were all ready for the flight!

Decapitated, they walked the land,
with the severed bit in their hand;
in the other fist, a brush of logic.
That, they thought, would work the trick!

Well, they tried, but little did they know
that awareness could hide but only in Shadow.
And that once mature, an icy hand it would sway,
that none, not any one, could ever wish away!