Saturday, 1 June 2013

Imprints of a future Prophet

‘Excuse Me!
all moral gaffes
Beyond our control--Creator’


Times need a prophet
a prophet who  distinguishes tears from rain

prophets return
when there is a dead moment!

the wait is over…
a prophet was born, yet to preach!

* * *
And thus he spoke--
‘am a guest on a cracked Noah’s arc
a being with an half-glow torch’ 

a group of children
chase each other in their game
they never heard of the prophet
for them game is all religion

the scream began—

‘Let angels descend on blue sands,
write stories of humanity,
no questioning of the sacred truths
no following of commandments’

pure truth….
pure trust!!!

‘let not time weep anymore
no histories cry over the past’
Oh! how it bleeds, the faithful heart
to avenge the dejected  stories of labourers, sailors and farmers
Night shrouds itself made from these black stories

‘let silence be given million voices
     and  voices be given freedom’

‘Let time be dead and reborn
for an ageless Epoch’

‘men follow their inward eye
and women their conscience
for a new world’

‘let not the price of tears be cheap
and let women watch the world out of a veil’

‘the days be reserved to discuss philosophy
and nights to ponder over sin and rewards’

‘when our self-portrait becomes colourless
Let us walk
with our footprints on waters of Time’

prophets’ words are softer than water…..

‘Om Shanthi Om Shanthi’

                                                -----vasudev (31.05.13)