Pain and truth…

“The pain and pangs,
  that may be a crass .

  or a ruffled reveries
  of unfulfilled cast that

  may reveal a dormant
  Unpalatable past.

  A few seek to bury in
  Entirety, to disown.

Tomorrow
Is better than yesterday,
our wisdom added by a day. And
Tomorrow may be better than today!

If our wise head prevails,
if we plod and pursue ,  
our unrealized
Dreams are trailed .

a tomorrow
may be better than today ''.

A question ?

''if there is a question for me
to subscribe,  to ponder and think ;
 mock me and criticize till
I see the whole in me, in nicety.

I may fail till i feel ,only when
the others reflects in me their pain
 and pangs and their mirth,
if they are in me ''.

Why......


"   Why  feelings and thoughts -
    of mine are unfeeble,
     And with an oft soulful cry!

    Never embroided in it's
    brinkmanship of A dwelling mirth !.
    often wondering  of the days that gone by .

    Why being an unmindful  'Abu ben Adam '
    often I embark on a distinct parody of bliss?
    Why my lips quiver,if destination is far cry.

    chasing my impounding fleet of wry smiles
    and daunting hopes to pursue,
    And  for a few souls to succor !.

Why I am an Atheist......  


                   This is the way,
                   That is the way,
                   For all ages we cry,
                   Often lost in those minced glib,
                   Strangled to our souls death.

                   Why should I tread these 'Ways'- ,
                   In my paralyzed (pedestrian) state,
                   When all 'ways' are to that - If
                   It   Meets at heavenly abode?

                   If I harbor not -
                   Unsolicited darkly thoughts,
                   And exhume all my vile acts,
                   For whom should I solicit -
                   A for fending God?

                   Every time, in eons,
                   A new God is born;
                   In whose comprehension,
                   He dwells?    
                   In whose delight -
                   He charms!
                   And in whose folly -
                   He succors?
  
                   Not all the Gods blesses you,
                  Or resides in their crowns-
                  To wipe your tears,
                  Of toils and perils!

                  None can ever be at rest,
                  With life's gauntlet let.
                   No dead souls by their wont,
                   Tells us the truth-
                   Of impending days- or
                   To one who awaits.

                   Often, whose God dies young?
                   Brings no mellifluous life to breath.
                   A God, if lives within us,
                   How munificently,
                   He Strides.