The Deserted

He sees many a time in his mind

The salty breeze touching his face

It is so full and heavy

And it makes him feel alive

He breathes in the air

The smell of all his memories

The ones that are worth holding

The comfort of being at home

He dips his feet into the sand

And a warmth spreads through hisself

A warmth of familiar ground

A warmth of a place he owns

He hears the hum of the waves

The swoosh and the woosh

Like a thousand men

All playing for him, his song

He walks closer to the water

Thinking that he is finally here

A place that is filled with his happiness

A place that embraces him

How many a time has he been here

Sitting on the shore

Contemplating his thoughts

Thinking about all that was to be thought of

Walls erected on his way

Blows that almost felled him

Demons inside that thretened to consume him

And thieves who tried to steal his belief

And he would sit on this same shore

Looking at the infinite sea

And it held him in its arms

And would make run all the fears

He waits on the shore

Waiting for the waves to bathe his legs

As if to say welcome son

Don't worry I am here

And the waves they come after long

And they wet his feet and sink it in sand

Where is the warmth he came for?

Where is the comfort he searched?

He sees as his eyes well up

That day has passed before

The sun is on the horizon

Bidding its final adieu

The Paradox

He wakes up one day and sees behind

And he sees, what he does not see

He sees a world in new light

In what he defines, the world to be

Nothing he knew, makes sense anymore

Nothing he knew, is what he knows anymore

Everything is bathed by the light of heaven

A new light of self realisation

He defines what is, with his deep thought

By the power that he has, that none have around

He defines the worlds darkness and light

He defines all he knows, and all that he doesn’t

When did he get this insight for all

He knows not when that moment came

But now everything needs to be told

As he reckons he knows of them all

The skies are blue and blood is red

Love is spring and loss is grey

The sun is god and the moon is not

And all that he cannot change is the fault of that,

Which he cannot see which he does not know,

Which is away but still controls who he is

The illusion of control grows stronger still

And his mind it becomes a wall of mortar

Ever growing strong as the water of doubt evaporates

And he builds around him a world that he dreams

He defines and defines

Not knowing that he is fooling,

The mind that he has and making it what he wants

And behold he stands on the precipice of life,

Seeing around him words that mean not,

And colours that are not, anymore

He stands there among billions

All of them as one, all of them alone

All of them staring at what they have called

And they smile a sense of realization

Happiness filling them, that they have understood

What the creator wanted them all to know

And as they gloat at their enlightenment

The world around them smiles

Knowing that this is the end of itself

Knowing that they will no longer be the same

As one moves forward it nears the end

And the end is where it shall all be

But as every old man wishes for death

To be embraced and kissed by the end

The world too has wished for it

And there walked man from the forests within

The deliverer never knows what he brings

What he is doing to bring salvation

And that is where we are on the path of deliverance

Not knowing we are the angels of death