A Conversation: Part 4
Usman:
Heaven is merely an illusory veil
Created for those minds that fail
To accept the cruelty that is life
And thus for salvation desperately flail.
Sai:
This one is called "My Addiction".
The veil that I have put on,
Is the symbol of my purity.
A fragile shield,
To protect my dignity.
You may think...
My method is faulty,
Which keeps me away from the reality.
But, what if...
It's my mental drip,
Prescribed to me and injected in me,
So that I can get a grip,
And face the mind-wrecking trip of the reality.
For you it maybe opium,
For me it's my religion.
As you say...
A perpetual state of oblivion,
A perfect sign of escapism.
So now try to distinguish this,
As we both know,
What does the trick.
From one junkie to another.
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Reference:
The Veil: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/the-veil.html
A Conversation: Part 3
Usman:
Okay. Have you ever experienced the feeling when you are in a train and every single person is staring at you for absolutely no reason.
Sai:
This one is called "A Stranger".
Eyes, those naked strange eyes,
Looking through me,
Peering through my clothes,
My Skin,
And my soul,
What is so new about me?
Is there something that you have been told?
With those eyes you have scrutinized me,
For what?
A reason that no one knows.
Stare as deep as you like,
For I know,
How hollow is your soul.
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Usman:
Hollow soul,
Your hallowed goal must be to seek salvation.
Will you enlighten yourself or be resigned to damnation?
Sai:
This one is called "The Reason".
The fear of being damned doesn't eat him,
A glass of wine would hardly please him,
Attaining salvation is something that he doesn't seek,
Lustful salivation is arousing him and getting him at his peak.
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Usman:
What Zenith can he reach, he of lowly mind?
He who can think naught but his daily grind.
A cycle he rides to work, a cycle his life become
More cruel rider than God he will not find.
Sai:
This one is called "Catharsis".
God the divine creator,
Created him too.
With those same hands,
and the same mud he was formed too.
He, now has become the leech of the society,
Nibbling and draining the blood and life of this lady,
Who is no less than a deity.
How is it fair?
To be raped and murdered by his grotesque stare.
Well, this makes me question,
Does the divine creator even care?
Aren't we your obedient puppets?
Simply put in a state of despair.
This too shall pass...
So have you told
Yes, M'Lord...
This too has passed.
Now, I'm standing at your door.
With torn clothes and broken bones.
Now would you weigh my sins,
With my ethical and moral wins?
And let me know if I'm welcomed in your mighty...
Splendid,
Magnificent,
Divine,
Abode.
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References:
Grind: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/grind.html
Hollow Soul: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/hollow-soul.html
A Conversation: Part 2
Usman:
Lungs filled up with swirling smoke
Heart beats dimmer with each stroke
Life drains out of me and yet
Each puff finds me more awoke
Sai:
A puff that borrows breaths from the future...
One moment at the cost of many
You may as well rejoice, strive, and die at that moment
Than to live with faith and be fed by hope...
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Reference:
Awakening: http://tillad.blogspot.in/2014/05/awakening.html
It started with these words and then there was no looking back. I made a pact with my friend, Usman. According to the pact, we can only reply to each other through poetry. And that gave birth to this "conversation". Traces of which you would see in the upcoming posts. So watch this space for more!
