The Magic Hat

When Knowledge is the nectar
Birth is an obligation,
Life a pain,
And death a bliss.

When the truth unravels,
Birth becomes an unwanted intruder
And life an endless wait
For the arrival of the guest – ‘death’.

Open the safe of knowledge
With the key of thoughts
To enlighten the mind of the daring truth
That life is a trivial game show.

Pitiable lives run amuck
Amassing money, power and fame
Afraid of the truth,
And ignorant of the secret
That life is just a magician’s hat.

The Eagle Myth (Garuda Puranam)

As the judgement day of Christ,
So does the myth of east,
As lords' recitation for just,
From death to the place of rest.
From the mind boggling heaven,
To the mind screeching bays of hell,
For the sinful, unrighteous& ignorant,
The place of eternal misery.

The path of soul from death; with the demented souls,
Through the lands of dead; hearing the unholy houls;
Through the rivers of blood; passing through the leechful ghouls;
To cross the six cities of dread; the cities of death Lord Himself;
To crave for crumbs of bread; waiting for their progenies' help;
Reaching the Lord for just; to be thrown to the mouths of hell.

Suicidal Pleasure

Pain searing through my veins,

Anger clouding my thoughts,

Hatred eating me alive,

Death engulfing me a whole.



Yearning to enjoy the pain,

Waiting for the end of life,

Straining to stop my breath,

To bring in to me the ecstasy of death.



Blood gushing out of mouth,

Eyes popping out of sockets,

Throat strangled by the chord,

Hanging from the roof writhing in pain.



As life flashes through my eyes,

As heart finally prepares to rest,

I finish off my evanescent life,

To reach for eternal peace.