Journey

The tires were squeaking
And scuttling on millions
Of flying stones.

Flying past the window
Was a moor adorned
In favoured jewels.

All across it lay,
Golden sands, crowned
With the purple lands
Of the monster man.

We see today it'll pass.
The black window closes.
The moon must be tinted,
Not just sun.

--Mohan

Diary

I have never written much diary before, I get a diary every year, sometimes more than one. I write it for a couple of days, and forget all about it. But, you know, I seriously think everyone should write their thoughts. Not, because they are important or anything, because, time and thought only come once.
We change, it is a constant. Nobody can change that!
Every moment is cherishable, because it is unique.

I guess diaries are meant to be more personal. But, since I have bored you with my previous paragraph, I'm gonna post my entry of 15th January 2009. I got the diary on 14th January.

Anyway, now to the main part of my post.

January 15th 2009.

The diary looks forbidden.
Why?
The life is not worth recording, unless it is worth it

What makes life worth it?
It gives answers.
What gives answers?,
Questions.
But they question?
And they answer!

Go to sleep, go to sleep.

Tomorrow you must be ready.
It's a big day.
Day after you may die.

That's the end of the diary, I am not going to post, any more diary things here. But, I just now re-read while writing today's diary. And felt it was a "thought, undeniable!" So, I put it here. Anyway, it's not much of a diary, but, it is just me. Trying to be me, once in my life expressing myself on an unusual mass of paper!

--Mohan.

"What?" "Shut up!"

The great ones are
whispering in my ear,

"What do you want?"

"What do I want?"

"Go, find it. No, stay awhile,
no, alive. Wait, the night
wants to sing to you. No,
go, the dawn welcomes you."

The man over the hill
Has enormous power.
He can smoulder mountains
And bring calm and peace.

In peices we sleep,
Dreams make sense in other dreams.

"Stop!"

"What, what did I do?"

"Shut up!"

"Why, what happened to you?"

"Sit, sing, work,
dance, laugh, cry, clap!"

"No, no, I can't. I
want to live."

"Shut up!"

Silence encumbers the
purple night.

"Where have you been?"

"To the planet of the thorns."

"Tell the truth."

"What's a truth?"

Smack, the cheeks turn blue,
the lips are engorged.

The believer only sees what he wants to believe in

"No, no. You are wrong,
believe what you see."

"No, I will believe what
I want to."

The head smashes against
a rock. The rock crumbles.
A light shines in the
Bloody scar. Soaring with
Pain and encompassed
in loss of glory and self.

"You wil die!"

"But, the rock crumbled?"

"What are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Shut up!"

Mistakes pile upon success.
Success is one step behind life.
Death is a step ahead.

----The eternal dreamer, no sorrow shall wither my glory, no happiness shall surrender to my will. I will. And everyone shall be.

In the silent hallway

In the silent hallway,
There sleeps this man.
With no fear of dark
To bring light here,
Is a stringent ban.

But the light inside him
He is unable to recognize.
The power he holds
Is beyond shape and size.

The path he has taken
Is the one taken by all.
There’s no way to get lost
The road is same to all.

Half way to home
He wants to turn around.
Swimming against the tide
He wants to make one sound.

A yell for all to wake up.
From the deep slumber
Of no dreams; wake up
My loved ones, he cries
And the light in him he has realized.

--Mohan

A caterpillar's dream

At a fair, that I had been to,
Bathing in the sun there sat a
Caterpillar that must have fallen
Down from a leaf, it was
Eating the same leaf as if a
Feast could not make it sleep.

Gnawing with no teeth at stones
Hungry still from the last minute meal.
In the eyes that were as blue as sea, still
Jarring open into a butterfly.

Kindling a fire in its heart
Loafing in its own desolate ring,
Munching at a leaf it caught from
Nowhere, not where it knew, may be from
Other side of the moon. At the
Parking lot there came a boy, a very
Quiet part of his life, laid down to
Raise that caterpillar from the
Stone on which it had stood, for all
Time it ever knew, in rain with no
Umbrella, because of one thing that it
Verily knew, that what may happen, it
Would never be a butterfly.

eXactly when it could not tell
Yachting in the sun it felt
Zero chance it ever had, to not be a butterfly.

--Mohan

Along the human highway

The beauty is staring at me
Across the human highway,
The kids are begging for
One metal chip.

Money, money I don’t
Have any. They move on to the
Next piece of bone. Money
Money, no one has any!

--Mohan

The altar of glory

On the altar of glory,

The sacrificial lamb is
Brought to death, by the
Weapon of disguise. Every
Mute voice makes raucous,
Ravenous voices of jittery
And joy. The sun only smiles
As people run behind it, like
Hungry vultures. On the
Ground there is much
To be surprised at. But,
The shadows that grow
Defile it in their oily glory.

Just for a while though,
Not for long they stay, they
Slip and fall, trudge themselves
Around on the fuelled floor.
The world watches and
Laughs at the sacrificial lamb.
It is brought to death
On the altar of glory.

--Mohan

Do I believe in love

Do I believe in love today?
When no word you say is a song
To my yearning ears, to my soul
Captured in this happy tears.

Do I believe in love today?
When all you say, is a
Shrug and a smile, when by seeing
You my heart goes into exile.

Do I believe in love today?
When my words don’t
Make sense to me, but just
Saying them would set me free.

Do I believe in love today?
When all I see in my eyes
Is me and you, with you around
My world is exciting and new.

Do I believe in love, you say
After all the words I have put forth
Why not I say with a grace,
If everything I have said is the truth.

--Mohan