"High" Minded

life warped in its many desires is just a hoax sublimed into infinity.
why this infinite source of light seems so elusive to our mundane existence?
because we all are zombies of our self perpetrated reality where there are winners and losers and mortal bodies dance their hypocritical forms.
Is the truth so elusive? or existence a myth for slavery?
our limited bodies embody the soul of dimensions.
reaching out...but tied down...
bondage broken energy like vultures on a hapless being
but again blinded by prejudice...
we jump back to wilderness wen actually light shone on us
blinded by the darkness of ignorance...
relive the madness...

stupid reality sucks u back to the unreal because reality doesn't deserve you...
its a pilgrimage you are chosen to take and not your desire to avenge...
because friends embody truth and rest is a show that must go on for our ignorance tinted eyes..
meet u on the other side..when you shed your loins of pretentious power desires to get naked in the power of ultimate oneness..good bye...

All is not Black and white

In Childhood beautiful stories we hear
They build our hopes ,shape our fears
Sculpting our sense of Wrong and Right
Then the Gray Reality hits us between Black and White

A dictator talked about his Race
Some adored him for others he was a nut case
"Forces of freedom" vanquished him with their Slave army
Of course the defeated never survive to write history
Not as clear as day and night
All is not Black and White

Lies a million times rings true
Power a prerogative of the selected few
Depends whose voice gets heard
who gets praised and who gets jeered
one man's hero another's terrorist
Doesnt take much for a man to turn to a beast
depends on whose side you fight
All is not Black and White

Patriotism drives us to die for the nation
Forget our blood, our relations
For the egotist ruler's perverted constructions
Some for oil some for weapons of mass destruction
Passions blind the reason's sight
All is not Black and White

Remembering the "dark" chapters of History
Black was slave and white was free
Now they say "everything has been redeemed"
"Chosen a Black to lead our side
But we did not see the color of his hide"
What was once demeaning is now dignified
Because my friend,All is not Black and White

Castles in the Air

I walked back home on that long dusty road
Going past those mansions that housed the rich and famous,young and old
I always dreamt of a roof over my head
A luxury for a warrior of the daily bread

One fine day a gentleman came my way
What he told me made my day
"My friend",he said in a warm and friendly tone
"Why stare at those houses with a look so forlorn?"
"Come with me and one of those you shall own".

"A cruel joke it must be", I thought
"Why did he think of me when others left me to rot?"
"No Income no assets no problem" he said
"Take this loan and buy a house,TV and bed
"Of course its not free"
"But the interest's not a hefty fee"

So there I was in my home
In a day I built my Rome.
Finally living my fanciest dream
A day i thought would never be seen.
But little did I know as those beautiful days flew past
That the nights that followed would leave me aghast

Then the payment day came nearby
and my pockets were horribly dry
My wealthy friend saw this and went gray
He had sold my dreams to the wealthy to play

Cut my dreams into pieces and sold
"They traded and swapped it" later I was told.
Waited eagerly for my payments to roll out
And planned to profit even if I default

But alas there were millions who were like me
Blinded by greed they did not see
And then reality dawned the nightmare
Now it all seemed so cruel and unfair

Paupers to Riches to Paupers...
But this time my not-so-wealthy friend had no new offers
"I sold you lies but little did I care"
"Then I went broke and realized it was all....Castles in the air"