as i believe...

Will the pouring rain? wash away my burdens, my pains, Will the sanctuary I seek,

be there, as I believe...  or is it all, just a  dream within dreams; mine within yours and yours within mine

A question, yet unanswered..

People, have's and have not's,
divided by an ever changing invisible line,
from time immemorial , still struggling for material dirt,
a question for the race, can they ever reconcile??

Ignorant Child

Under the will of my ignorance,
I dug my own grave,
below in  the nether realm,
I understood reality, far too late.

Things were unmade that i believed in,
 for they were fallible and finite as myself
And so, the pavements of  immortality
crumbled forever with corrupted breaths

My hands turned into claws
right before my sight
i, now a outcast to devils and gods
doomed! forever by my own wiles

This world, my one cell
 barred away from  my own kind
dreams mine confusions of death and fear
where blood flows freely, yet no tears i cry

Moments...

On the edge of a dusty road,
sat a man, ragged and old,
without a care, ahead he stared,
his wrinkled hands stretched out, open.

A gaunt child came rushing forward,
without even a shred of shame,
bowing low, he tried to drag my legs
frightened out of my wits, I ran away.

Later, a gnawing guilt in my mind resurfaced,
why? oh god why> from the ordeal, I fled,
in a street, which looked, just the same,
filled to the brim the humanity's stench, unchanged.

Enclosed  I within the buildings and crowds,
A suffocation I felt, accumulating,
with noise so chaotic and loud,
akin I was to their suffering, and that of humanity .;. 

Time

Someone said, Time is a tree,
undivided it is firm,
it has life of its own, it's one true history,
a history of who we will be, are and had been...

Every second tickles by,
invisible, unknowing,
so withers, this life of mine,
as every mortal, living.

Life, it's flowing downward, always,
so like a river, consistently it flows
beyond the whirls of life and death,
sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

Yet, blessed  i feel, though knowing not why,
 a wonder, is it b'cause this enigmatic life,
red, so alive flows so within these veins,
with memories my own, recurring always.

With surging emotions of remembrance,
such! miracle of life, an imperfect joy,
I grieve within myself for human losses,
and rejoice still; how far humanity has arrived...