POETRY

The Mark

Let just a single train of thought pass
through this little learned mind
quarter of a century since consciousness marks the waking hour,
That my screen is nothing but this life;
and that the uttered words are the language of mankind;
Forsaken by what could be the greatest truth that lie
beyond this filtered intellect.

And there was this mountain authored by men of great personalities,
That whoever took the bigger leaps hanging through the pages
Would garner the mastery of the world and its living and non-living facts,
So named by the world as its essential and constructive identification;
All created the aisles of shelves containing all
the world has discovered through ingenuity.

In time every hour everyday each head ages
And memories are infinite times powerful than any dynamic micro chip
Digesting not always everything from the shelves of knowledge
But from the mixture of inborn wisdom and the spice of its environment
where its ability to reason could fare any rebuttal.
However, without looking into the lines is giving an unconditional opinion,
Every people looks for a reliable footnote as a proof of believing in.

What really is this head?
This head is a dull or a genius creator of ingenuity;
Yet it is no longer a question why very few are made it -
Those who made the earth a useful house of discovery
rather than a den of insignificance- boredom, fear, and anger...
Yet and yet, being a genius is not everything to complete life,
or merely being useful, merely being a philantrophist, being the best.
All that is inspiring, worth aspiring for, creative and everything known presently,
is this mind expressed in the pages of mankind!...

Why this neverending questions,
and this restless soul that wanted to leap from the mountains?
Leap through the abyss of nowhere because turning back gives no clue to answer;
Because one believes that there is always truth not found in the pages
Something not described by the limited words of the world
Being right is everything one believes in -- being acceptable to the law
In fact it is not questionable even as i can see
It is the option to upgrade ones 'morale and ethics',
Making human more humane,
Though being always appropriate in a place, is not necessarily self-respect.
Sometimes "one must be wrong" in someone else's eye to be ideally right
and it is inevitable...there is right, there is always wrong,
there is pro, there is anti
And is always... a war.

There is no way to say the world has no conflict
When even a single word could mean a debate
When every pages contain the objective opinion of the greatest of men
and that the term is seen by the naked eye as true,
say, a tree is called 'tree' in the world, is really existing
tangible, green, sturdy and strong and unquestionable
But to introduce that a 'tree' has a 'soul' would mean a thick thesis
derived from the reliable materials called 'research'
So that taking a big leap to the mountains of learning
is more likely climbing a 'Tower of Babel'-
The tower made by builders speaking to one another in a different tongue,
Like a view that is contradictory to another
Yet not everyone can never be considered a lie
Might as well say it is a question of belief.

What if ...
Just what if...someone thinks everything is ....'nothing'
and start a new principle out of nothing
derived from no other principle but nothing...
Then left brows would soar high in disgust because nobody thinks of 'nothing'-
Damn impractical...
Because thinking of nothing is disregarding the 'mark of the generation'-
The mark that a new born would grow old with
and the same mark in the cultures, beliefs, ideals that identify
a generation from the other.
You see, it's too idealistic and hard to delete the principles
Injected to this once upon a time empty, 'nothing', infantile mind
Growing into an innocent analytical monster who had chosen to impart
a very convincing and powerful compilation of substantial facts and principles
Which paves a way into a meaningful life on earth, to those whose wisdom
comprehends the deeper sense in a very illiteral manner,
Might as well say...those who think of 'nothing' is lunatic in the eyes of mediocre.

How hard! just so hard to get even a single hint of being oneself
When one associates it with what he thinks
When his judgements are basically related to his self-centered being
And the only way to see oneself is from faraway
Say, he is the other twin of the ego stepping back as an observer
And from far away he sees his reflection like a mirror
Only then he could see how rotten and deformed are his ways!

The real wisdom is like a rusted key among the piles of golds
Its meaning vague and symbolic,
Life is the cave and gold is knowledge
Where a miner would take all his life enjoying the touch of gold
He would not even decipher that the rusted key
Is the portal to other dimensions - of a more meaningful quest!
A portal that would transcend the being and not the knowledge alone
Perhaps I couldn't blame the miner.

It is not necessarily wrong, and ways are infinite...only
Just how?
This world is a gigantic vortex towards forgetfulness and choice
Most of the chosen options are the easier and deceptive,
While the harder options would burn the part of brain's reasoning to decide
Then it is uttered in the end, "life is destined, anyway!"
"I can't do anything...its meant to be like that...I have no choice!"
And one unknowingly deceives himself a dozen times
When external pressures suffocate...in the end, decision is still in his hands.

The real intelligence is the ability to use the power of choice-
Not necessarily good or bad one
But faring everyday in the life's traffic highway as a smooth motorist
Who knows the law directly applied with common sense and absolute calm
Where in each way he meets no accident - controlled or uncontrolled-
And in any road he chooses to turn would always lead to his destination.

Being born...
In the beginning there was nothing...then there was something
There is only something when a being differentiates it from nothing
And that something is consciousness - marks the waking hour
And that something, significant or not, lies in the judgement of who perceives,
whose mind is a powerful creator of imagination;
And... human is not alone in its first glimpse of life--
Strange world...knowing nothing
Then he was fed by words, words that describe what he sees
And his mind became familiar with the world.
He was very hungry like a rat in a race
and became filled by the ways of the world
Then there was this mountain authored by great men;
whose bestselling ideas are contradicting... but not lie!
The world with varying race, culture, religion, education
and EVERYTHING!
And in the twilight years remaining he was still the student of the world
That even in a millionth life he aged in the mastery of living
But the vast, unconquered universe left him bitter and empty
He never realized the millions of summers long he imparted knowledge
to millions who called him sir of principles
He forgot!
He forgot the mastery of his spirit which is the seat of wisdom!
That only the spirit is not bound by time and space!

When he was born there was nothing, then there was something
And his clean infantile forehead, together with the other newborn
was christened by the ways of the world, generation to generation
And the inscription was made deeper everyday, more defined
That in the age of knowledge, it is deeply embedded into the foreheads of all men.
it is what we call...the MARK....!