Ogrodzieniec

 

The gates were shut,
Silence surrounded us,
And we looked at one another,
And we knew we must,
For this was just once,
The gate wasn’t high enough,
And so we jumped it.
And beyond it,
My imagination failed me,
My visions, they failed me,
For what I perceived,
Could not be real,
And it was real,
But it could not be real.
For it was stunning,
But stunning justifies it not,
And it was mystical,
And it was magical,
And it grew on me,
And the walls they rose,
And the rocks they rose,
The fog and mist, I knew not,
But it mixed in the atmosphere,
And the atmosphere mixed in my breath,
So I walked on,
And I knew not where,
But there were faint shadows calling,
And when shadows call I answer,
And each step revealed the magic to behold,
And the magic was a castle,
One which was alone,
One which was concealed from all,
Forbidden to the human eye,
And forbidden to the human mind.
And so we walked on, to discover its soul,
The faint light cast across the snow,
As I saw the rocks flowed into walls,
The tower rose,
The defence walls surrounded us.
And I was stunned,
For I could see it yet not believe it,
For magic or myth can’t create this either,
And in that moment,
Life was transformed,
My thoughts were redefined,
But much to my amazement,
The castle really stood,
Shut to the world but it stood,
And its energies were so pure,
Untouched, and I made love with it,
For it lay still yet alive,
Beauty was not what it was,
And nature it was not,
Much rather a touch of magic,
And this night will live forever,
And as I jumped back over the gate,
I knew I was leaving,
And it pained,
But I had to,
For so much more lay astray,
And so I did,
As I am young,
And ready to live,
And if each one, will see the same,
Lives will transform,
And beauty and life will redefine.
Ogrodzieniec, you were unreal,
Stay unreal,
For you can transform each one,
Each one who has real thoughts,
For purity is the one,
That can truly captivate the pure,
And you have it all,
And I beg you not lose it.
I will return,
For you to quench my thirst,
For the air it fills my heart and soul,
With the magic I desire.
And as I lay myself to rest,
I can’t fathom the power which you possess.  

India

 

I

I sit alone,
In a café in Poznań,
Alone I sit,
with my thoughts alone.

If I write against my country,
I will be called young, inexperienced.
And in this inexperience I yet know,
That the case of my state is a dire one.

 
And now you read this,
And you think, I know you will,
But then why don’t you act?
For so many wait for someone too.

And the government is in ruins,
The opposition is in ruins,
Our cities are in ruins,
And the life lived is in ruins.

And we pay with all we have,
And we are given nothing for it,
The time for change is long gone,
But let’s act tonight to begin with.

And when im asked why did you leave?
All I can think of is why do you stay?
This country is our country,
And when you look at it, what do you see?

Are you proud of what has become?
Are you satisfied with this life you live?
If you are rich and happy then look around you,
Look at what has become of the rest.

And if you are rich you should care,
Open your eyes and plead for a change,
The tools lie around you.
And in anxiety so many wait.

But since satisfied you are,
you much rather sleep,
And curse the government,
public and taxes.

I would beg for you,
To cause a stir,
To bring development,
Knowledge and thought.

Without the mind being in motion,
The life lived, whichever one, is a waste,
Thoughts will breed actions,
And consciously we must strive together.

I would give all I have,
Time, money, my mind, my life.
For India to start a transformation,
But there needs to be light.

And we must illuminate this dark tunnel,
And bring this light to our people,
And awake each day with a foremost pledge,
One which urges each one to strive for a real state.

II

 But I am young,
And hence I must be inexperienced,
And my type want the same,
And each person who has struggled,
Wants the same.
And I have spoken to thousands of them.
But we are young,
And we must be inexperienced.
For its only our hearts, minds, eyes & soul that speak.
But we are young,
And inexperience must breed such emotion.

However if these words,
Yes these words,
Can cause a stir, and awaken a few,
For a cause to stir, then I will be on call.
And each one of those whom I know will be too,
And we will gather,
To fight for a better India.

And now I’ll leave,
To gain more experience,
To either understand the chaos which presides,
Or to hear word that a change is now brewing,
Or from you, to beckon a change together.

For the world is small,
And a change can come,
For what is truly wanted,
Can in unison always be delivered.

Crystal Ball

 

Gazing through the crystal ball,
Time passes on me as I wait for an answer,
For it is the need of thy hour,
Concentration begins to fail me,
but gathering power from all the sources possible,
I continue on.

Blue light begins to flash through the innermost layers.
Trying to decipher the message,
I race it through my mind,
And save it to memory.
The correct path yet fails me
For the occult I have not mastered yet.

As I withdraw my gaze I feel the gaze of the entire room fall on me.
Forcing myself to avert their gaze
I stand foretelling their future of which I am in doubt myself.
Without questioning, they accept the results and file out.
Walking straight upto the king I tell him a blood ritual is needed
as my thoughts leave me in want of a higher power.

Anatolia

 

                    "Dotted like fireflies, they illuminate"
                     The Anatolin side of Istanbul, Turkey


Every time I cross to the Anatolian side,
The lights, they conquer me,
Dotted like fireflies, they illuminate,
And the houses seem,
Stunned as if into silence.

But they survive, and the bank so stunning.
And as they sleep in hills, evergreen,
The houses glow, much like lit matches,
That awaken on the setting sun,
And sleep on the setting moon.

Caught in this moment I am,
Is this it, or is life evermore?
So much to see, so much to learn,
But beauty lies here, in its alcoves,
Ever-present, yet hidden from the naked eye.

Away from the human heart,
Yet understanding, yet distant,
And as we move from city to city,
From life to life, the beauty of each,
So contrasting yet so alive.

Turkey, here in amazement I live,
For it all merges, like a blacksmith forging metal,
Beautiful as it can be,
And in it I´ll live, live a life of worth.

For its people are true,
And they think and ponder,
Passion burns ever bright here,
And this is a virtue in this life we live.

And as I bridge continents,
The Bosphorus kisses each shore,
And as I alight the calm engulfs me,
Compelling as it is, rest no longer I wish.

Szeged

 

Szeged* stands in the southern country,
And its stunningly beautiful,
A peace sets all around,
And its churches are compelling.

For history lies in this ground,
As thousands have walked here,
Died and have been reborn,
From the barbarians to WWI.

As I search to sleep within its wall.
I shall walk alone,
And feel the cold December air,
Pierce through my face.

To so the banks I walked,
And waked those sleeping doves,
For in stone they lay camouflaged,
And then to stone I turned.

Retraced I have to,
The squares and the chuches,
To reminiscence with the dead,
And speak to those silent.

For times like these are few,
And as I gaze across and over the Tisza,
I stare into that blank, black openness,
I hear voices, I must leave.

Szeged* is the third largest city in Hungary

Battlesword

 

In the shallow depths of my soul
Sinking through the sands of time
My mind in ultimate strife,
On strike my thoughts are
As if paralysed I sit here,
Spread across the sands,
The ocean kissing my war torn feet
As if in acquired motivation I rise
To kneel again
Prostrate myself, Neptune I call
Wash over me, carry me
Deliver me to a land unknown,
Across the seven seas I am summoned.
Across the seven seas I will fight
The thoughts shall resume
My soul shall fly, spirits rise.
I can see you cry
Love, passion bursting through these veins age
Through the alien paths I walk
As if forced, as if in compulsion
Freedom embrace me
Consumed by your aura I lay down my battlesword,
Kneel till you rise with me.

Pieskowa Skała

 

Sands of time,

Centuries pass by,

And yet these castles stand,

Merged into rock,

A seamless forge,

The colours flow,

The rocks they stand,

The castles they stand.

I walk across this open square,

Coated with snow these benches are,

Below the parapet has a garden grown,

And across, a forest rises on

And as the trees bid their evening in,

For they have stood, lived & watched,

As a castle lived, a countless lives.

The snow it melts,

And the sun it sets,
The castle it stands,
And now time it stops,
My breath I hold,
For time has paused,
In motion all lies suspended.

The lives which kissed these stony walls,

Must have watched as nature moved
For nature it moves in time it creates,
And nature it calls when time permits,
But here the life, is in love and stillness,
For beauty and purity both breed life,
Pieskowa Skała has stunned my soul,

And to the next now I must go.

Warsaw

                                 Plac Konstytucji




Subway trams, hustle-bustle of the square,
Plac Konstytucji at the break of dawn,
And this morning so calm,
Like a dealer of patience,
At a breaking-dawn of madness.

And the lives roll on, and mine I have paused.
So where are we at? As alcohol consumes my mind,
The sky darkens, rain clouds and winter, call.
But life, it rolls on, and on,
Only in increased dimensions.

Olsztyn

Tonight even pictures betray me,
This fading ink dried by cold betrays me,
I can hear dogs bark in the distance,
And life might have betrayed me,

For tonight nature betrays all,
But betrayal is surely not ill,
If it leads to an hallowed path,
And this is what is worth living for,
This is the other dimension I recall,
This is indeed it.

At Olsztyn* the valleys flow,
The hill it rises,
And where stone ends, the wall starts,
Such, that one cannot perceive.
For in the clearing,
Between rock and structures lies a void
Almost black, almost hollow,
Almost inspiration enough to leap through,

To another life, a portal and it beckons,
Such stillness engulfs the night air,
And my breath, it turns to ice,
My fingers numb, the snow freezes over my feet,
And I stare into this star clad sky.
The moon is full, and yet powerless,
For a million stars have conquered this sky.

While, between rocks and walls,
Shadows they quarrel in the only motion.
As I stay stuck while this 14th century castle,
Spreads its aura around me,
As the beautiful chains of nature,
Bind me to the remains of this unreal castle,
I turn to leave but my feet and heart,
Have forged themselves into this castles air,
And a prisoner of this night I shall remain.


*Olsztyn - is a city in Poland

Serpents Entangle

Surrounded by aqua I am,
And in this stunned silence,
I can hear chants,
Chants of women,
Women from a land far away.
And I walk from pillar to pillar,
And the water circles below,
I can feel pure peace,
And in its aura I stand.
As if this is it, all that there is.
A million people move,
Beside me, Across me,
They move,
As I stand, I’m turned to stone.
By the shut eyes of this girl.
Only her head stares into me,
And yet inverted it lays,
And yet, emotion it emits,
Even in death beauty it casts,
Submitted it did, like a life giver.
And I stay, struck down to my knees,
These people move on,
And on and on,
Just a glance they cast,
But it’s this emotion I live for,
All entranced, all enchanting,
And intoxicatingly still,
Yet emotionlessly powerful,
A true power, a force,
And as I feel it, I know it,
And touches my soul it does.
As I sink lower, kissing this wet stone,
I know I must go,
For on and on I must go,
Till I chance upon gold once more,
And then again ill lie,
Consumed and stung,
With this poison of the past,
Of emotion and purity,
Gushing through me,
Awakening my soul,
Feeding my hunger,
Quenching my thirst,
And taking me further,
Down the road of an afterlife,
Or a life once lived,
And I can’t wait for the next,
But I must wait,
For a great life awaits,
And in this patience,
My passion burns,
As anxiety, it slays me.