Let us pause before the veil of peace
Day meets here night into night
Reason of existence raises the hope of reaping
God holds the wotld upon his bosom.

Yet we pose a gravdigger before a hangman
Trumpeting the drum of peace
No human soul hears the sound of dawn.

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Again I will come to this world
Again I will hear the rustling breeze of the leaves
Again the sun will give me the shade to sit with the chirping birds
And my mother will open her breast to my fluttering lips.

Again the sky will be reborn into my eyes
And again I will go from one star to another
Again I will come to this world just for nothing.

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I have lost my dreams, O dreamer
Dream me a world of my lost empire
Let the dreams be my orb of passions
I will journey into the wonderland
To fetch a message conveying to one and all
All and everyone will fill the void of life
Millions will be shouting in jeers and cheers
Following the footsteps of the departed souls
And there will be a fountain of shine and glory.

Colours of cloud has painted me gray
Darkness has withheld my conscience
How to reach the shadows of my guises
How to repay the feelings in my own essence
I will never be begging a dream in gray twilight
I will never be a stranger to millions
Paint me red all along my road
Paint my footsteps all along my road
How far is the rising horizon
How far away is the pathway of emancipation?

Paint me red
All along the path of the setting sun
I will rise up with my warior brethren
I will embrace each and everyone on my journey
No one will be left far behind my rising sun
Millions will be born of my lost empire
Days will be cheering into the night's soul
Someday there will be all passions of delight
Someday I will melt into the millions.

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It is a mystery that we exist. It is as though we exist as we are. But what we are and who we are? Where do we come from? And last but not the least, why do we exist? These are mysteries of all mysteries. Mysteries galore all over our universe. And we are here to decipher the codes of all universal mysteries. This way the mysteries of our life, or for that matter, of our whole existence get universalised with the phenomenology of nature as we are of the nature and the nature. Our essences of our existence is imbued with the phenomenology of nature

In the Old Testament the whole idea is embedded in the prophetic concept of the Messiah. Primordial man was supposed to put up a brave front in an undifferentiated and unblemished form of relation with the surroundings while taking a safe refuge in the Garden of Eden. There prevailed no consciousness, no differentiation, no choice or freedom as any unconscious being is supposed to have no discretionary power to any rein over himself. That was pre-individual unity with the nature and there was no diversity in that supposed unity. But that primordial unity came close to disruption when the first act of choice was called for and chosen. The first act of choice was the concerted and conscious disobedience of nature to hoist the flag of freedom.

The emergence of consciousness laid bare the chances to exist freely as a human being of himself and for himself irrespective of the emerging consequences that linger on with the angst of our existence as a being with the freedom of choices and faculties. This freedom is the harbinger of human history and in the annals of history we exist to live. The Latin word 'existere' from which the verb 'to exist' is evolved means to appear, emerge or to stand out. By this semantics it is plausibly construed that human beings are emerged out of the womb of nature, yet they stand out as a separate entity to exist.

This separateness had started since the time of rejection of primordial man from the Garden of Eden in quest of his voyage along a coast of impermanence and divergence. This idea put paid to all his chances of recovery into oneness with the absolute whole and his differentiated world became his one and only world. And in this world human beings are literally thrown into existence without having chosen it. Without having any pre-conceived cognisance of the cause and purpose of their existence, human beings are just thrown into this quagmire

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Uphold the sky of freedom
Uphold the beam of human dignity
Glory will be blessed by the God
The trumpets will blow the siren.

Like destiny of inevitability
Like rivers flowing to the sea
Our freedom will bloom in dignity.

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Between horizon and horizon
Twilights rising and falling simultaneously
Long day passing into oblivion
Only the stars over the night are twitching their eyes.

Gods have shed their daily tears
A turning point into the ages oblivious of antiquity
Human souls are upholding the glory of times.

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