The Last Wish

Triund, 26th June2011

When I die

Throw my ashes
Over the flowing wind
From a great Himalayan hill

and I shall easily find 
my way to heaven.

Holy Conclave

Dayara Bughyal, 7 April 2012 

I went near the end, 

a place afar.

boundaries were laid here long ago.

by stones and man both.

The keepers of ancient league who guard the pious passages

and overlook the procreation of life from up above-

keepers, who are larger than time;

keepers, who are stronger than will and hope.

I saw them humble giants, through my eyes.

and I tread upon a primeval course.

However all that I did, It had been done once before

maybe more than a million times more

But it all seemed a little too strange to believe, 

for it appeared to be none but I, who had designed it all

probably not tonight, 

but once, 

Once, on an enlightened night.

Theremin

Science was speaking through music.

It was the sound of empty space around us that Science presented in the form of an instrument,

Theremin.

And the sound of particles colliding from within with within
lit the notes in silence. 

And kindled a thought not imagined before 
through sound fostered by altering the imaginary magnetic fluxes.
It was music they called.
It was Science they created.

I Politick

There were lights and sounds and unknown mysteries.
Faces were replaceable
And they were replaced often.
Voices were condensed
Muffled to maintain the calm

There was a rugged jar
Which kept all the faces of the world.
And there were oceans around the universe
Which submerged every noise

For these were the penchants of our Master:

A 1000 Concealing Faces

Silence