Earth, neither Hell nor Heaven

Neither afraid of hell,
Nor enamored of heaven,
I am that fallen angel
Whose wings were cut,
Sent down as punishment
To mend,
To break my free spirit,
Make me toe the line.

Oh, how I love
Where I am!
I soar with the eagles,
Hunt with the hawks,
Roam with lions,
Go where angles
Fear to go.

For ages they have tried
In vain to throttle my voice,
Maimed, tortured, killed,
Took out my tongue,
Broke my hand.

But my spirit,
That free spirit
Remained free.
Not afraid to dream,
Not afraid to soar.

For every drop of blood that fell,
Thousands of free spirits were born.
Shut down one and another would roar.
Neither fear of hell,
Nor indebtness to heaven
Will keep us shackled,
Afraid we are not,
For we are the free spirits
Born to soar.

Neither hell nor heaven
Can take away our love.
This earth is the one we have,
This earth is the one we dearly hold,
Will fight for her with all we have.
Succeed we will, perish we will not.

Thankful to be living

Everytime my heart sings a tune
And the sound comes out tortured
Everytime my pen writes a poem
And the words come out twisted
I die a little

Everytime I extend my hand of friendship
And it gets slapped down in disdain
Everytime I spread the gospel of love
And it gets shouted down
I die a little

Everytime I communicate across the divide
And I am misunderstood
Everytime I want to embrace one who disagrees
And I am pushed back
I die a little

Everytime I die a little, scarred and hurt
And the heart weeps silently
Everytime I spring back like the phoenix
And I resolve to keep on trying
I am thankful to be living

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

 

 

Epilogues to be Written

Somewhere a dried fallen leaf silently weeping
Somewhere a rosebud resplendent in its innocent smile
In this hide and seek of smile and cry
We are tortured history’s witnesses, deaf and blind

In the relentless forward journey of life
It may be better to let go and start anew
Pain and sufferings of those fallen and left behind
Hard will be to erase the pain from our hearts

Memories, written in indelible ink and stored
Tucked away under multiple layers and keys lost
Floating into conscious from subconscious
Searing pain of hopeless hearts

Easier to turn new pages of the books of life
Events and characters of pages already read
Rearing their heads, time to time, will disturb
Prologues gone and history, epilogues to be written