deliverance

From those chains that bind me
From the burdens that grind me
From those swords meant to kill
Save me mother ! save my will

From brothers who now are not
From neighbors I always fought
From a name that divided us all
Catch me mother ! break my fall

From thoughts that creep the earth
From ideas reared in mud and dirt
From elders who'll push me away
Lead me mother ! show me a way

From kings who'll walk not bare
From teachers who aren't aware
From trees which bears no leaf
Shade me mother ! shade my grief

the moon

this is something i cooked up during one of my many ho boy....here we go again...... evening highway trips to hyderabad.....i chose to listen to this megalomaniac poet ! represent the moon as a leader, a true one......who chose his duty above his heart......






lighting up the unknown, in that azure sky
along with many, but alone and high
the moon is the king for everyone to see
revered by all, feared yet loved is he


shines, a beacon of hope and happiness sent
smiles on the misfortuned, burnt or bent
guides when none would come forth to
punishes when faith dips so far, so few


times did come when our king was felled
humans we, in blossoms-parching dwelled
but he rises again, never losing to defeat
and bigger he rises, in victory hes complete


what sacrifices made ! heart turned stone
the love he yearned, was what left him lone
the maiden who stole his heart, all did see
was the lass of the earth, the easterly sea


alas she became, the suns bride of good
love couldn't be lost, her waves stood
in rage the god banished him, to dark side
her folly now at moonlight, draws a tide


yet he leads, all of earths child, silent
his duty came forth, honor never bent
lighting up the unknown, in that azure sky
along with others, but alone and high

the new road

tis a new day today,  this day that is now, that is this morn
tis a new world i behold, a day when none seem forlorn
this breeze that blows over, pushing a new awake soul
is a new being too, who bears with him promises whole


i take a new road now, the open highway, not of a city
not of a country, not of a race, the long path with no pity
there are no avenues here, no destinations, no crossroads
i am no hitchhiker, my chariot rages and bears all loads


i carry no chains from my past, i paint no pictures alike
i have burned the cloaks that shrouded me, stabbed a pike
for this journey can carry none that is grey, none that rust
for those horses rage only but ahead, level roads, raise dust


this road accepts me, for who i am, for what i shall be
she cares not of my triumphs, she reminds not my defeats
this road is my companion true, she does not end her stay
this road points only in a direction one, thats ahead and away