Good and Evil
Creator of Love
What I am earnest about and also not,
Everything exists in me though I see sometimes not,
I seek pleasure in things- in hugs,touch,
Feelings,reflections of my own,beauty,
Success, possession,whatever it is that I cling to
And find precious and stunning ;
Of this world and the world beyond.
Heavenly bliss, fantasies of eternity,
To taste and savor all that uplifts me and tickles me,
Everything exists in me, I am passion of hugs,
Attraction in beauty and blinding grace,
Madness in love and thoughtless rush,
Wonder in my mind,bliss of soul and heart is all me.
And I walk they walk along, I speak,they resonate with me,
Smile on my face and glance of admiration,
Love and affection that pleases me and pleases all.
These are me and I am these,they give birth to me incessantly,
Everything I conceive becomes me,
Sometimes I am able to see and also reflect
To the world, and the world brings all back to me,
Everything is me and I am also that.
That I can't see,can't look,can't reflect on,
Things that do not exist for me,
Maybe more beautiful,more pious,
More dreamy,more blissful,
Everything is in me, in fact, I am everything.
Creator of Hell
Heaven and Hell both I create, they arise in me,from me,
They are no different from me, but I look them beyond,
And that way the whole world looks at them.
I am insane anger and also brazen greed,
Passion to love and to kill is also me,
It arises in me and I am created as destruction,
I destroy the world of me if it scares me,
And the world of others also, I love to annihilate,
Everything on my way, devastating them all.
Pleased am I some to put to murder, killings rejoice me,
With forces of abyss and winds of fire I move,
And hardness of my violent shell knows no remorse,
There is nothing that I want in place,
The world, peace,calmness of me and others,
Against myself and the world,
Simmering with revenge and fire,
I am these and these are me.
The charm of colors that flowers instill deep,
Graceful gestures and an urge to live and die,
All is me and these cannot be but me,
And the raging fire, ashes in hand is also me,
The gentle touch of winds is me.
I create,preserve and obliterate the things,guys and me,
When I exist, these exist,
I am good and good is me,
Bad is not bad , it is also me,
Dreaming,loving and not doing all these,
Are in fact all me and nothing can be if I am not.
If I do not exist, without me, there is nothing,
If there is everything, it is because of me,
If there is nothing, it is also because of me,
In fact, nothing is also me,
All exist in my being and not being.
© Harish Mamgain