We Are Led To See
We are led to See
Awakening demands sleep,
Sleep demands awakening,
They say all color is light,
And dark is sans all color.
Are we all gloomy and dark ?
We need insight and love,
The ocean of darkness is real,
Such strange are its shores.
We run away from the reality,
It scares us, it intimidates us,
And we borrow minds to think,
Eyes to see and souls to stay.
Why are we enamored of light ?
Reality can appear as different,
Something hopeful, very bright,
Maybe colorful than all colors.
We never care to see and think,
And fail to perceive peril ahead,
We miss the most real thing,
Our minds should open more.
Our hearts should bend more,
Our eyes need a sharp focus,
To dive deep to lose or to find,
This existential whole mystery.
This nakedness and stupidity,
The reach of this endless crust.
Maybe we have to crucify us all,
Wipe the slate off, clear the mind.
Leave all paths and choose ours,
We grab crumbs and are floored,
We don't see but are led to see,
Where is beauty ? Where is bliss ?
We Leave out so Much
Thousands of eyes we meet daily,
How fast we forget most of them,
Our eyes gather a few glances,
An ocean of grandeur ignored.
Is beauty a handful of damsels ?
Sizzling sounds, intense gestures !
Lying in a solitary corner of mind,
To relish for a few hours or days.
Dump deep in a garbage of past,
Not to raise the voices ever again,
Many guys or faces for us to read,
A vast treasure to look and savor.
We wonder how they reach us,
We fall for them a few moments,
Soon drop dead as dry leaves,
And run fast like wheels past us.
Our minds sweep them all away,
In the light, things are awesome,
Or the light is beauty, who cares ?
We die for things that are hidden.
Deep beneath under a dark veil,
We like to peep into the future,
We tend to spurn the darkness,
She is tranquil,serene and calm.
And beyond our mind and heart,
We don't want to go to her lap,
Love so waves in her bosom,
She is soft and have all glamour.
Our living makes death dreary,
Why do we so clamor for light?
Why this madness for heaven ?
This division of good and bad ?
Isn't night as beautiful as a day ?
We wander in the wilderness,
Pass on the tempting thoughts,
Falling assumptions, dry dreams.
Is music not a trained noise ?
Or noise- music gone berserk,
We search into this magic web,
All bliss, beauty and pleasure.