Faded Updates

In the latest blinks of the eye

We have been stuck

in the middle of a pointing crowd;

Butterflied-

Our incandescent whispers bleeding

No anticipation, just a precise, heart-felt testimony

Like a deafening symphony on a dividing property,

a former war heritage or a foster house in jeopardy.

Life itself is simple:

Half because heaven is always above,

Half because justice is never blind.

Just Healing

The sick-at-heart

Cast their prejudiced shadows

Above the drafted footprint trail;

Red flags everywhere,

The ignited sand dunes surround  their implosion

Like no one in their six senses can.

Fearless- I flip my pride to the other side

Of the bliss-n-tell

Bells are ringing along with the incoming tide

Providing

A well-deserved wake-up farewell

before every sunrise.

A brain is nothing but a former stone tool,

or an abandoned pearl-free shell,

Floating away,

Lost in the evolution of ordinary man. 

The Road to Heaven

Is never taken,

Never unfolded nor revealed;

Though  once in a lifetime

We get lost on our way to Damascus

And  take any middle-of-the-road encounter

For the one and only bliss.

Then half-puzzled in Rome

We get stuck and hide in its dome.