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Thursday, August 15, 2013

Epoch


How can I blindly believe?
When I’m learning to doubt.


Hard to understand,
Harder to define,
Your symbiotic relationship with time.
Walking this paradoxical path of life,
Trying to sift my way through,
The lingering words from the hanging hierarchy.
With my brittle brain,
And oh so little time.


Caught in a Mexican stand off,
With fear and rationality,
But fear brings me down on my knees,
It makes me crawl,
For I’m afraid of an untimely fall,
You can victoriously scream and shout,
When my reason bleeds and cries,
After a well fought bout.


But tell me,
How can I blindly believe?
When I’m learning to doubt.


Time conspires, time inspires,
Time has it all.
It took me a man on a wheel chair
To teach me how to walk
A divine insight succeeding a numbing shock
It’s redundant looking for keys
When you are losing the grasp on the lock
A foot in, a foot out,
As I’m walking through that door,
A timely start to a long due epoch.


- Nilay S. Shah

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Masqurade

Another drop of blood gone in vain
This mindless annihilation is driving me insane

When the blood is in your hands
When the blood is in your eyes
Is the taste of revenge
Sweeter than a thousand lives?

No one is going to win at the end of this fight
Just a circus to display ones might
Your pride will be overpowered by your fright
When you'll have to surrender to the eternal light

When the blood is in your hands
When the blood is in your eyes
Is the taste of revenge
Sweeter than a thousand lives?

Another drop of blood gone in vain
This mindless annihilation is driving me insane

The bullets hit the dove in the head
It paints the sky in furying red
Unleashing the mask
Underneath this masquerade

- Nilay S. Shah

Monday, July 15, 2013

Aint it strange?

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How truth can be conveyed by lies
Aint it strange?
How rules can be obeyed with sighs
How honesty is a breach of trust
How an iron fist can rust

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How a shepherd gets lynched by a fleet of sheep
How you find it getting more shallow the deeper you dig

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How fishes can drown
Aint it strange?
How you can fly while falling down
How hitting a high is hitting a low
How you can simultaneously smile and cry
and no one would even know

Observations derange
Perceptions amaze
Ani’t it strange?
Aint it strange?

Aint it strange?
How a king can be a laughing stock
While a jester leaves a lump in your throat
How it is not funny no more
While the laughter still echoes 

- Nilay S. Shah

Friday, July 12, 2013

Apocalypse

The old structures embrace the storm
The chaos yearns to be still
The aging arch of the metropolis dorm
Smiles at the memories of yore
That each collapsing brick spills
The army amassed conforms
To the dreary drill
Some subjects rejoice, Some subjects mourn
Breaking out of this Bastille

The storm passes
And the debris lay deceased
My birds of thought finally escape the latches
Baffled to say the least
For they don not know the song to sing aloud
Chirp with cheer or ramble and whine
Whether it is the time for the sun to set
Or is it finally the time to shine
A realization through thin air grips
The slate has to be cleaned to draw a new design
For a new beginning there has to be an apocalypse

- Nilay S. Shah