The Precipice of Madness

The radiance of a sun beam
the warmth of the morning ray
the endless rush of the glistening stream
what do they all want to say
sometimes they whisper,
sometimes they roar
ever so softly, ever so gently
those eternal truths
that we must remember ever so fervently.



What can be more truthful than truth
perhaps a lie bespoken with glee
pieces bitten off the forbidden fruit
to run, to hide, to flee
guilt, it seems, is remorseless
ever watchful, ever scathing
without mercy, without kindness
like a bewitched bee

A flowing stream, flows forth unhindered
rustle, its bustle, ever so comforting
calms us, puts us at peace,
of thoughts, emotions, feelings
must they not stream forth unhindered
must they not be comforted
conscious thoughts, sub conscious ones
mingle, as one, never as two
the mind, it seems is the stream that streams forth from you




Death is not the problem, Life is
Joyful are the oblivious,
Joyful are the dead
As they watch us from the heavens above
Funerals, they are for the living
To grieve, to give or to retrieve Life
The maker who createth us all
to the one who taketh all
Again, I say, Death is not the problem, Life is

Love, eternal, Love, sublime
Gleaming jewels in the chest
glistening forth from the rest
Everything to nothing in Time

Of suppressed thoughts and hidden remembrances,
Of raging rage, of uncontrollable passion
blinding light that illuminates us
Where does it emanate from.?
Of hidden chasms deep, stories belied
Of untold tales, many lie
blinding light that illuminates us
Where does it emanate from..?




The precipice beckons now,
The chasm looks inviting,
The abyss is warm,
The Darkness light,
The Cries mellow
The Songs so yellow
Must I plunge or Must I not.?
That indeed is the question, for which I have no answers Got.

© 2015 
-Dr S. N. Bhagirath