Quotations From BLACK NAZARENE


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  • Last day of the year....still pondering what new came to life and what next coming..thousands of new people on the road i travel and leaving hundreds of them at every junctions, i get millions of new views of everyone's psychology which makes me a silent observer...sometimes the old roads cross and i find some known faces undergoing age long changes but though it feels good to see the familiar faces again...sometimes i recall once familiar faces but fail to paint them as we both have travelled light years apart...
    hundreds of new faces waiting for the year ahead....and ready to be lost again..thanks to the people that have travelled the most with me along this predefined path... but their travelling can be attributed to the road taken rather then the companion taken...
    life journey
  • carry me with the stream that once flowed
    don't want to be a silt in the dying river
    let me swim again across my destiny
    Destiny
  • Beyond the mist
    nature god hides
    floating amongst the cloud
    in search for mystifying world
    there lays the spiritual heaven..
    nature
  • slowly n slowly I wonder that.....
    In times of desperation.....
    the past shines better.....n the present fumes with rage...
    only d future bears d hope....all irony...too hard to percept....
    Perception
  • n the darkest of dark corners
    I have locked the ashes of my soul
    Pure and serene it exists
    Out of reach of the stagnant civilization
    blissful thoughts cultivates every passing second
    with no physical unholy influence to pollute
    I am ready to shed my mortal shell
    soul
  • AT TIMES ITS BETTER TO STOP THINKING
    AND LET THE PASSAGE PASS IN HARMONY

    AT TIMES ITS NECESSARY TO KILL THE PAST AND FUTURE
    FOR IT RUN THE RISK POISONING THE PRESENT

    AT TIMES SILENCE IS YOUR TRUE COMPANION
    FOR NOTHING MEANS MUCH THEN TO BE NUMB
    life
  • Finally I meditate in thy monastery of silence
    thousands of miles above on the snowy peak
    with my conscious as my lone guide
    burning away my egocentric material skin
    I gift the ashes to the world
    store them in the cemetery of mortal voices
    for I shall return once my quest is complete
    QUEST
  • Now I reside on my comfy nest
    on the branches of my treasured poetry
    with words they hang and fall
    like leaves jeweled in woods so tall
    by the gloomy lines of conscious verse
    i shield my skin from chaotic surround
    purblind, hypnotic I shelter in thy green
    chased by memoirs of thy torched inn
    nature
  • Sometimes I miss the child within me... he emerges in the lonely hours shy among all the matured...often he laughs for the person I pretend to be.....and he whispers, 'My brain was vacant, my pocket was empty but nothing made me gloomy
    CHILDHOOD
  • All my core is now a frozen sea...where dead neurons locked in its voids... everyday I cry for stagnant ice to crumble...so let some sun pour its warmth...and let my core loose again in the mighty ocean....
    LIFE AND SOUL
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