Rise

 

Delirious winds

throng the dormant senses.

Comatose mind

awakens to the Karmic beat.

The chaos in the skies

strike a thunder in my eyes.

Cynical beliefs

have geared up for a retreat.

Cobwebs of delusion

have finally broken free.

The drugged melancholy

has taken a mighty fall.

Rise, O brethren,

from the woes of stupor.

Make thy resurrected grit

stand firm and tall.

Mince no words

in loathing the oppressions.

This conundrum of life

has befooled us often.

Take the doubters' prophecies

with a grain of salt.

Kill the cribbing clouds

and shine like a sun.

TIMES WERE, ARE

AND SHALL BE NASTY.

Don't you beg

for the saviour cranes.

Run on shaky lands.

Carve thy own destinies.

Beyond the dark

resides the tranquil rain.

C Kumar