Oh universe
How you sustain all lives
Is so marvellous

Mother Nature
You constant watcher
You are not a quitter

The seas know their space
The sun sets in the west
And never loses that course

The trees  cleanse the air
Herbs with sweet smelling fragrance
And wild honey tastes so sweet

Oh universe
How do you manage this
With so many of us?

The hogs eliminate snakes
The pests  feed on wastes
Vultures take care of  dead carcasses

We all look to you when we need food
You provide it
We eat it

Every one of your dependants
Know their expectations
In  selfregulation
The eater and the eaten

Life never ceases
It only changes form
Rotting plants become humus
And sustain growing plants

Edible animals become part of man
man's DNA lives on in their descendants...
And then man grew a few beards

With his advancements
Interfering with all others
Breaking laws
Creating disaters

In the eco
thick smokes of toxic
chemicals that destroy flora and fauna
Massive deforestation

and then he turns to you
expecting you to produce
When he ploughs your soils
Looking up to the clouds

You used to give a ****
But now you feed them back their poison
And their lives shorten

Retribution for being stubborn
And interfering with you
Mother nature

You heard them talking of space exploration
Look for life in another planet as solution
You just laughed

They think that they can destroy you
And leave for another planet
You are the only One

Blessed among the stars
To sustain lives
They will come running to you
Like the prodigal son

And maybe the rebellious
Shall have learnt a few lessons

Oh Universe
Its so fabulous
that you sustain all lives

There is a good day to die
But not today
I could hear their heartbeats
As they clung to their chests
I saw different shades of rosary
Chants of "Allahu"rented the air
Then it crossed my mind
Is it today?

We all want to make heaven
But none wants to die
This doomsday seems close
As hyperventilation set in
Why should a man wield so much?
To determine who lives and doesn't
Still, like a serpent
I stayed calm

I should have written my will
Many portray it as a death sentence
But it only makes me responsible
It is not a death sentence
What happens to my dependants?
Will death defray my responsibilities to them?
Maybe I should have gotten life insurance
Better have it and not need it
Than need it and not have it

Now it seems closer
I could feel me tense
Sweating and trembling
Suddenly I heard a voice
Peace, be still
This too shall pass away
For I am with you
Who are you i queried
This time with a louder voice
I am, the "I Am That I Am"

My covenant will I not break
For your sake, your chariot is preserved
My Angels are with you
Just let not your heart be troubled
And your eyes single
I will do it again
If the heart of kings is in My hands
Is there anything to hard for Me?

Panic attacks vanished
We conquered thanatophobia
As the time cometh
Those sons of perdition  approached
Suddenly, they turned on themselves
Just like the days of old
They left the way they came
His words did He not break
For today, not a good day to die!

Long do I labor
My back turned to the hot bearing sun.
Long do toil
Until my hardened hands crack and blood begins to run.
And in my labor, my heart turns red with the fires of anger.
At the pointless task set before me.
Why, I question do I place myself in such danger.
When it is all plain to see
That my actions do little to sustain me.
My body though young grows weary of these bleary days.
And my youth drains from me as color from a cloth.
I am left weaker at days end than when I started
And I obtain no recompence To cover the cost of all that I have departed
The weight grows greater by the day
And I fear I grow weaker for the effort.  

And yet at the time of my departure
When i lay down my toils pick
When I go back to the shack of a home
That i wearily built.
And I open the creaking door to a warm lit home.
And inside I realize that I am not alone.
For within the darkness eyes look back upon me
Small delicate hands reach out to embrace my leg
Happy for my presence, for the comfort that I endure to provide

Let it never be said that my heart were made of stone.
For even I in my loss, in my pain, I go to eagerly divide
What little my toils have to offer, what little the world sees fit to condone.
And when I see the smile they all give
That another day, by my effort they may all live.
I try not to weep, for they thought crosses my mind
That if I were to fall to jealosies grip
What wall would stand firm against he horrors of mankind.

What piller would hold the ceiling above them.
What furnace would give them warmth.
What sword and sheild would protect them from evils men
I am undone by my title
Weakened by my bonds
But for them, my pourpose stays vital
And for them do I treck on the toilers grounds
I will bleed so they will not need to
I will fall such that they may rise
And when it is all said and done and I am called on to
Let it not be not be said that my cross I did not bare.
Let it not be said that my dependants  I did not prize

With a heavy heart
this mind grows numb
stumbling through days
dumbed down through pills and pain

A re-creation of life
on the inside of my mind
that forgets to wind clocks,
that tick but don't tock

Insanity is slow
and the public aren't told
of the dependants that rot
but never live to get old

With one slipper on
and one sock not
a revolution of days
not lived, but marked off.

This age of common purpose has no purpose in this age
all I see are people fighting and dear Mister William Shakespeare, no
the world is not a stage,more a gibbet where we hang our rage,we should hang our heads in shame,Call to our Gods and beg forgiveness
but
we know that won't be happening soon we've all got used to the thought that doom is just another four letter (and I can do better than that kind of) word.

Call for peace,prepare a war what the hell are we fighting for?
Man is going down the pan and we'll all be flushed away,today ,tomorrow,not yesterday 'cause that has been and gone and we're still here carrying on as if the baby's still snug and soaking in the bath,
that's a laugh,I've news for you,we threw the baby out,it's true ,
there's nothing more now in reserve, we have got we deserve,become dependants in the digital age, full of anger,full of rage
won't someone please refresh the page
or is this how you like it?

we have forgotten
how small we really are
even though the simple sky
full of bright yet distant stars
would remind us every night
if we would just turn off the lights

we have forgotten
our true place on the earth
as the responsible care-takers
we weren't cast out of the garden
we left by our own free will and choice
neglecting important dependants
in our search for a better life

With wings spread of their dreams
to Reach their dear ones
And breath the air afresh
of their land of birth
pursue their homely dreams
And enjoy their evenings
With relatives and neighbours
To blast their holidays in style
Of their willingness..
From their land of duty,
To land of their home,
the world they belong to
They boarded the flight...
From Dubai to Kozhikode
Which flew high to touch the sky
Along with the dreams of  happy souls it carried...
Finally..
Pulled  down to realise the dreams..
To touch the land...
But...
Destiny skidded...
Of dreams and the aircraft
Taking life of the pilot and his co....
Letting it go to rescue dependants in the flight...
And many lives lost  life,
The shattered dreams...
The  disfigured aircraft..
Members lost families
Parts lost bodies..
As ramnants of the flight..
Bringing tears of its thought!