MYSTERIES

Tell me of secrets and mysteries untold,
of untraveled roads and turning lead to gold;
unravel the unseen before my eyes,
tell me the truth in the language of lies.

 Take me on a journey into lands unknown,
where mermaids have walked and dodos have flown;
guide me through rivers of magical dust
that dawdle delicately from dawn to dusk.

Lead me over a bridge that crosses an abyss,
down an invisible path that is impossible to miss;
across a mountain that touches the sky,
into a cave where honest treasures lie.

Let me revel in revelations of things remarkable and rare,
bring to light dark tales that do not frighten or scare;
on the candid canvas of silence, perceptively portray,
with the brush of wisdom, the imperceptible truths even the wise cannot say.

Artwork “Forest – The End of Marmara” © DarkSilverFlame (Deviantart)

THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

Wait, my friend! Slow down, don’t run so fast;
Can’t you see that the quickest ones are coming in last?
Sit down awhile, keep your worries aside,
And come with me on this merry ride.

Watch them, moving about as though in a trance,
Treading the same circular path again and again,
What comes their way by design or chance,
Is more often than not treated with disdain.

A businessman just kicked away a diamond that lay
In his way, he was too busy screaming on his phone;
An angry boy picked it up and flung it miles away,
Thinking it to be just another ordinary stone.

A scholar passed this way sometime back,
Looking for something he’d already found,
“If only I could remember where”, he said,
As he frantically searched the ground.

See that young woman, sitting there dejected,
In the middle of that little river of tears?
A young man is standing nearby with a lifeboat,
If only she would open her eyes and ears.

That man, must catch a bus to get on a train to board a plane;
No wonder then that he seems to be going a little insane.
A thief has just managed to nick a pretty looking purse,
But the cops have seen him at it; his day’s only going to get worse.

For this is the circle of life, my friend,
A bittersweet journey with no start or end;
It cannot be explained by the mind’s logic or the intuition of the heart,
For the faster you move, the faster you’ll come back to the start.

But this mystery has to be lived to be understood,
So get back on your saddle and put on your hood,
And I’m sure you’ll enjoy this novel ride;
Just, once in awhile, leave the circle and step outside.

THE ROADS OF LIFE

Where do these roads come from?
Where do they go?
For on and on, like time, they flow.

Like a stream of water on an icy slope,
They bring with them both despair and hope.
They walk on, far ahead of sight,
Like the depths of darkness, and the light of night.

So follow the path till it reaches its end,
Don’t linger long trying to comprehend;
For everything you must surrender
Before entering that world of wonder;

Where the light of love caresses the ground,
Where greed and hatred are not to be found.
Where the wind breezes through the trees,
Where flowers dance to the humming of bees;
Where the angels of joy don’t need wings to fly,
Where you can’t stop smiling, even if you try.

Into that land these roads must go,
For on and on, like time, they flow.

– Written in 2005

THE WORLD BEYOND

Under the moon’s seductive spell,
I watch the stars tremble in the sky;
I wonder if she can make them tell,
Of the mysteries that in their midst do lie.

What splendid secrets do they hold?
What thrilling tales lie untold?
What tantalizing treasures do they conceal?
What eclectic emotions do they feel?

What succulent songs do they sing?
To what cosmic music do they dance?
Do they know the answers to everything?
Can they separate fate and chance?

They make beautiful patterns in the sky,
To which much meaning we give;
Are they joking or do they lie
Or can they really help us better live?

Shielded by space and cloaked by time,
They puzzle, baffle and beguile,
Someday, in kindness, I hope they give me the key,
That vanquishes their veil of mystery.

-Written in Dec 2010