When the soul rusts.....

The soul may rust ,
The soul may die ,
The soul may weep ,
The soul may cry .


In the quagmire of darkness where knowledge is gagged,
the spirit bound and the mind chained by the fetters of sepulchural gloom.
Here, like the dirty water of a pond.....
The soul rusts.......


The soul rusts ,in the heart of darkness:weeping , wailing at its fate.
Cabined , cribbed and confined in the swath of slimy stagnant ideas.
Cursing the lady of fate ,who betrayed her.


The soul rusts ,in the stagnant pool of ideas
in the very thought of thoughtlessness.
And the inactivity of human mind.
The soul rusts when we think like an atavist
when we act like a jerkand
when the spirit beckons the devil to the fore.


The soul rusts ,in the gloom of poverty
when the idea become norms.
when the freedom becomes liability
and when the fool becomes the king.


The soul rusts,when the satanic advancesof stagnant psychology
wins over the bud of innovation.
When the innate inquistive mind,
goes to a deep slumber.


The cities may crumble,
the ethics will be hacked.
The society may chortle ,the essence will lack.
The very coccon of humanity ,
that shells the soulfull worldwill break apart.


That happens ,when the soul rusts........

Life :as i saw it today

Its really heartening to think of the fact that my grandfather though a septagenarian is raring to go for a difficult 110 KM holy walk to Devghar. So how it feel ,when you see a grand old man ,certainly a waste of what he has been in youth ; a youth that must have seen and faced as well the mercurial wrath of time and would have heard the sickening drums of old age arriving at his footsteps and reducing him to a shadow of himself , gird up his loin and trudge the distance for the sake of salvation.
It really springs up the energy inside us when we see someone fighting for survival ,let alone survival the person tries to set an example before others that ultimately at the end of the day what matters most is not what amount of raw energy you put up or how talented you are ,rather the innate human attitude to fight for his survival and to put up an immense effort in the wake of disaster comes to the forte . The love of life is what inspires men to achieve victory in the waar of death .Though it may feel odd when we think of the fact that life and death are diametrically opposite ,but yes its the one that leads to the other .
The spirit of manliness that has defined and seperated human mind from other life forms works hard at the core of the heart ,not letting the failing,defeated soul admit the defeat wholly.It always tries to wage a abattle and underlines the chutzpah of life,the chutzpah to succeed ,the chutzpah to scale the walls of samson' s strengthand yes decimate it with a blow of immense effort .
Kudos to life and to god to let us experience us this masochistic pleasure of fighting and getting bruised .This battle for a improving life is is really going places with the humanity also in contention against the wiles of the empress of time and the wiles of nature .