Love, Conquer, Bliss

Light, reason, we see those times,
Over ends as reached, through means unknown,
Vile men conquer on as we honest forlorn,
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Long nights stay, and lovers separate,
Of these pitiful days you say not,
Veer thy mind and body, veer to the good, veer!
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Lost in time, lost among doers bad,
Out you come, rise, rise above this broken land,
Vast lands await unseen, conquer, be vile!
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Child’s Play!

This play of mine, mega sized to be,
in a world that’s not so far as believed,
but to reach there tonight you should
not have any troubles, that’s troubling.

Love, fun and freedom, these words that are now
rhyming in your heart and actions, you should be.
stars and stars up above, so pretty and bright they’re,
feels so light, I’ll fly and reach up and play with ’em all.

Come come one n all, free this play will be,
See me in play, laugh, clap and cry with me.
On this bright, beautiful star-struck evening.
Oh let’s unite tonight against all that’s bad, and forever be free.

Melody of the mind

Oh oh oh the sanguine day
cometh with the sun’s ray
the ambience brimmed with verve
and the occasional bird’s chirp

Beauty, and all adjectives
redefined, for a meaning finer.
the thin line that separates,
the sane real world, and it.

In a new aeon of sorts,
beyond the age of quantum field theories
a new planet to live in
and a rush of blood.

A very contemporary life,
just a motel up the sea,
livin’ it through and through,
and acknowledging the abstract.

Is it a dream come true?
oh my, but it looks real good
Pinch my hand, pinch it hard
and feel the rhythm of my heart

Its something new and super
its a life of calm
just sit and listen quiet
to the world around,

Oh oh oh the sanguine night
cometh with the moon’s shine
the ambience brimmed with love
and the occasional owl’s hoot

Majesty, and Mystery defines my song
I will oh look and look
at the beautiful sea
the sea of life, and of tranquillity.

Now I take out my flute
and play a low-pitched song,
to heal you,
and heal us, from it all.

And the notes hit into the night
mixed with the air
a cold breeze hit my head
and took me away.

In this dream of mine,
a dream in which i fly
over cities and through the skies
come along I’ll take you with,

A fee there is, to pay,
a smile on your face
and belief in Peace and Joy,
ticket to this dream of mine.

Oh oh oh the sanguine day
cometh with the sun’s ray
and on the field of grass i lay
relishing, enjoying this happy life of mine.

The Happy Prefix

and thus i realized,
what joy precedes.
a feeling uncanny,
and a lousy explanation.

i seek in u
what i sought in none before.
and a fee i have to pay
for what in this world comes free?

to earn it i have-
laid my life apart.
slogged my brains out,
and cooked fiascos.

a perfection of art,
but not gifted alas.
try, i have.
oh! just ask them!

and now the fruits
of my lousy trials.
the patience is thin,
but is it ripe ?

a life fulfilled.
is not what i seek.
weird, i know!
but no fun though.

alas, no money or joy.
can bring the feeling
when u see the person
who u live for.

and that is a joy,
which doesnt precede sadness.