Inconstancy

How would you learn,
When you know so much of what you are to learn?
Would you decipher the truth from the lies?
Or would you let it pass as it came?
…with a subtle sublime smile,
That surpasses beauty?

A vision comes to my mind,
In search of knowledge,
Where could I go?
Or do I wander at some unknown destination?
…destiny ordained by the creator I know?

With the vision,
I stay restless…nights and days,
Consoling myself looking the moon and the sun…
Rising and setting…inconstantly moving,

I know ponder at some thoughts,
Wandering to search nirvana,
Overcome my restlessness,

And finally I ask,
Would I be redeemed,
After my elated ecstasy of joyous nirvana…?
…rising from restlessness to a python’s patience?

Do not we serve?
If we just stand and wait?

Creator’s Art

What do these men read?
Of noble words? Heavenly thoughts?
Reading prayers?
Interpreting a creator’s art?

What would they learn?
And would it last?
Or do they wonder…wander at the art?

Would they know?
The creator’s voice?
That reverberates within…?
That they do not hear?

They read…yet not listen,
A work of an art,
A piece of his life,
And distort the words,

I sit back, stare…perplexed…
What would they learn?
And would it last?
Or do they wonder…wander at the art?

Fair Time

Fair faces that I once adored,
Now I see them fade,…
Bend upon the powerful time,
A change would do you good…or would it?

Thy eyes that danced…
Is now filled with weariness,
It has now seen the whole world round,
Experienced deaths and losses…sufferings and pain,
Relations turn frail or strong or break…
…save an unhid talent, death to self.

And so you walk frail on your stick,
I recall how young and gay, you once were,
But you are still beautiful,
With time, the best thing to my life…

But who would hear,
Despite eyes of weariness,
And body frail to support,
Our hearts are young,
“For I loved you from within,
Never from the skin.”

A cadence of silence then filled the air.

Forlorn Hope

Distant sound of a willowing cry,
I heard when the wind blew hard,
What did it say?...cry for?
Disillusioned by a thought, I didn’t hear well.

Unheard sounds of fragrance are cherished,
With its mysterious existence,
I forlorn hope, stay quiet and calm,
Sweet are heard melodies,
Unheard melodies; sweeter and to eternity.

Now with this disillusion,
Could I give up life?...and memories I have?
Never! For I cannot dwell…
For I’m still nothing without them.

And so I ponder, the depth of life,
I tried to…but couldn’t reach to depth,
For I had forlorned hope,
And without it, I cannot stay…

Earthly child who gave up hope,
I’m in search of a heaven I will reign.