Imprints of a future Prophet

‘Excuse Me!

all moral gaffes

Beyond our control--Creator’

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Times need a prophet

a prophet who  distinguishes tears from rain

prophets return

when there is a dead moment!

and

the wait is over…

a prophet was born, yet to preach!

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1.

And thus he spoke--

‘am a guest on a cracked Noah’s arc

a being with an half-glow torch’ 

2.

a group of children

chase each other in their game

they never heard of the prophet

for them game is all religion

3.

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’

 

4.

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’

5.

‘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…..

‘Amen’

‘Om Shanthi Om Shanthi’

                                                -----vasudev (31.05.13)