Rise

Of a finite being in a finite world,

Say, does one not disregard one’s place?

One is but a child merely born,

Of a silent mother, cradled by grace.

Say, does one see the world beyond,

Rise above the deluding bed,

Glimpse into the infinite existence,

A silent mother’s womb has made?

Say, does one see oneself,

A thorn disappearing in a field of hay,

Rise above one’s mighty ocean,

That breathes at the mercy of the day?

Say, does one see beyond one’s tomb,

Rise above the grave of hate,

Deluded by one’s fallacious rectitude

While dancing into the trap of fate?

Rise above the noxious clouds,

Of lust, envy and foolish pride,

Rise above the earthly horizon,

Gaze below, now, far and wide.

Say, can one see the ground below,

The sight of mankind's pride turn wild,

A petite world, a fragile delusion,

Of a silent mother’s straying child?

Copyright by Delilah Das

Black Lies

courtesy: deviantart.com

You stand beside me like 

A bride’s father down the aisle,

When I have my best dress on,

My face lit up so wild.

You walk close by me,

Like a pet that’s truly mine,

When my days are bright,

Like the sky on a moonlit night.

But when my candle blows out,

Darling, where are you?

What nature of darkness is it,

Where there is no trace of you?

But dear, why do you leave,

On such one moonless night?

Or is it so grave, this dark,

It erases you from sight?

As though you never were,

For my clothes reek of despair,

And my face is stained with tears,

Yet why can’t I see you here?

So I travelled back to the day

We walked down that glamorous aisle.

Do you remember the bright lights,

And my brilliant smile?

My hand held my skirt,

Your arms were holding me,

All of a sudden, a raging wind,

Rushed in and broke me free.

For where right next to me,

You felt so live and raw,

I turned 'round in dismay,

For black lies were all I saw.

Copyright by Delilah Das