Wednesday, August 22, 2007

THE SATANIC CULTURE

I am of the culture.

A culture so ethically disparate,
Yet so radically desperate.

Where,
The aversion to rational temper,
Is a pretext of the primal temper.
No better than the loyalties of a social climber.

Where,
The resort to perfidy
At the hours of adversity,
Is a victory of the human vision.
But it is not a treason,
The cold death of reason.

Where,
The wails of the suffering humanity.
Is fodder for the rich's vanity.
But is it worth for the profanity,
At the sake of human sanity.

Is there any room for such blind doom?
A doom,
Where envy is second nature,
And fellow ruin is human pasture.

But now,
I need a flight.
A flight of pristine delight.
From the clutches of this self-despise,
This rapid demise.

I need,
A slice of a humble pie,
Not the vice of a gross lie.

The face of utopian fancy,
Not the menace of vile fallacy.

A boon of moral serfdom,
Not the bane of immoral freedom.

MY SOJOURN

I conquered what I saw.
I was the lone soul
of my victorious sojourn.

I was on a never-never land.
A land
As unseen as a midnight sun,
As blissful as a first kiss.

The world was under my feet.
And as mind lagged behind ego,
I deemed fate was defeated.

But it all changed as did fate,
I went from
Sheer delirium to abject misery.
And then from
Abject misery to nightmarish doom

The very traces left behind
Had been rubbed off by the
Ever-deceitful fate.
I had no path to escape or return

I was forever lost in the
Wilderness of blind,dark alleys.
I cried for His mercy.

" If life was only a tale of
the hanker to conquer.
I prefer a thousand deaths.
Better a
cadaver of holy silence,
Than a
spirit of derisive dereliction.
Then why run after a mere mirage.

Success is like sand in hand.
The more is dear,
The more it's end comes near.

Whatever you want comes at a price,
And that you have to pay.
But fortunes do change as do human. "

Said God with mighty alacrity
and sublime dignity.