Monday, November 2, 2009
Loneliness is a kindness,
more kind than you or me;
A palace made of golden time,
always risking stealth.
From where no one comes out,
and once came out never returns.
For, in there we'd be
in company with our-self,
our tears, our smiles, and our tastes.
For in there we'd be done with,
The nearness of people,
with whom our sorrows and joys are weaved;
who kill their sense at times,
when we need them the most;
who would ask us questions,
and questions alone;
Why, what, where and when.
But we cried, we smiled, and we tasted our- self.
Someone has shown us an unspeakable kindness,
someone more kind than you or me.
And thus we are in company;
in the company of loneliness.
The Truth cannot be covered forever, it is true with History as well. There is a magic associated with everything, say with time or with history or even with you and me. Every time, when a truth is suppressed, the magic associated with it become activated and plots for its 'rebirth'.
It was reported recently that scientists working at the site of the Mayan city of El Mirador discovered a lost pyramid, in the Guatemalan jungle. The city was active from about 500 B.C. to A.D. 100.
"The pyramid is a structure the world should know because it represents an investment of labor unprecedented in the world's history. Every single stone in that building, from the bottom to the top, was carried by human labor," said archaeologist Richard Hansen, director of the Mirador Basin Project.
The size of the pyramid is so huge that it is believed that it is compared with the Great pyramid in Giza, Egypt, which is currently the world's largest. It consists of 2.3 million stone blocks that weigh 2.5 tons to 15 tons apiece.
The archaeologists also found ancient stone carvings on the Mayan creation story. A truth, a history, a past that was buried in the flow of time, is now in the wake of resurrection into another world. A new world that doesn't understand the 'value' of truth or time.
It is said among the rural folks in Malabar, that every occurrence in the nature, has a significance, and it will always have something special to teach us.
there are fallen angels.
Everywhere the eyes can see,
the fallen world, a burning sea.
Ramshackle cultures and kingdoms.
Being a part of this world's fallen fate,
someone gave me a name.
"A Cruel Devil".
I was alone,
but I can hear the voices.
There are invisible nearness,
which I felt everywhere.
I was alone,
but I can hear the voices,
lovely though, tearing my senses,
making me dumb, stiff, and cold.
I am no fallen star, I'm no fallen angel,
though in such a place I dwell.
There was fire outside, burning,
but now, what's burning mine inside,
my mind, my heart, my brain, my world, fallen.
A fallen world: Where I'm alone...