Change we cannot Change

What was green is now colorless,

Yesterday's smile,  is today a creased bunch of frown,

Worse, it could all go down South, with bucketful of tears and a lot of heartache

The yellow sun lights everything, darkest hurdles are crossed with the morning light

But half the world is always dark, no matter the thousand rays it shines

In the darkest hours, if only the sun shines its way to answers

All the glory of the world are but ashes in the end,

The ashes are yours, the glory can't go with you,

So, sweep majestically but with humility

All the surge of enlightenment with your heart pumping,

All that feeling of surety,

Now a confirmation to bewilderment

Start contemplation, tread on wise grounds,

Up, Down, here, there

In the end, leave peacefully, more importantly leave others be peaceful

Those that are in their winters, be the kindred soul to them,

For in their pains, is your own destination

Chartered and booked

Lastly, when you see the setting sun, and find yourself sinking with it,

The million gods may come to you, may not,

But if you did not write a book on hatred and his or her cousins

You would have lived to serve those who gave you life,

Your heart sank a beat when they entered the autumn of their lives,

And you softened the grounds for them

Now it is your time to go, but you leave with a peaceful heart,

You have sold the ounce of wealth, to those you leave behind,

That, everything is nothing - in the end

SKIN of MY TEETH

as it whisked away..

i saw nothing but darkness.

and the world was black

in those split seconds

where did i go..

my body was perhaps giving-in to laws of biology

and only minutes later did i see her in tears of  blood

wailing at my feet with the most beautiful smile

the part that sucked was

i made a trip and i didn't catch any tour details

no scenery no pleasantries..

guess i was out of my body but there was no experience

for the life of betel nuts i wouln't want to go that trip again..

it is still bone chilling as a memory..

what if

Father, Son and Holy Shit

And while sometimes YOU makes it seem so brim-full-of-life

many occasions there are no rainbows, no butterflies

Hell!! at times i never even saw a spark enough to light up a firefly's ass

and for those times.. i sincerely give you the finger..

Yes,.. thank you for paltry compassion which dripped as if accidentally

for they never let the joy and the mirth last as long as i had desired..

But still.. i guess i should cut YOU some slack.. YOU're managing the universe

Then again.. aren't you GOD..