When you dream in your imagination
I am far from your world
Dwelling in a society of warriors
Fighting for dignity and glory for all.

When you get up from your dream world
I am fighting against a society of evil shadows
One day I will come to your dream world with flying colours.

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All creatures will be burned
Everything hisses for silence
Silence will burn all desires one day
One day it will be burning in fire and fumes
There will be a pool of blood of bodies and souls
Nothing will come alive once more
In the smouldering heat of existence
All will go down the valley of non-existence

Not a single creature breathes for the eternity.

One day all will be a single soul
All souls will be singing songs of life
There will be no life any more
There will be all burns and ashes
All along the path of salvation
The path of salvation is no more in our memory
Our memory too will be on the path of salvation.

We have to walk a long way to our destiny
One day we will reach that destiny
Our destiny only will show us the way to eternity
All creatures will reach that eternity.

All creatures have a fading sense of indiscriminate cruelty.

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Someday it will come. Tomorrow or the day after it will come. Surely it will come. This way nothing can work in this demonic world. This is a hell of a world. Here some demons ruthlessly rule over the rest. They rule and rule, their rule is perpetually in motion. They have robbed the power of the rest and with that added power they have become powerful, powerful to an astronomical limit. They are superfluous with power. Days in and days out they have gained in power. All sorts of power, the main of which is the economic power which in turn has made them all the powerful and violent politically. Because of this, poverty and pride reside side by side here, there and eveywhere, all over the world. All over the world, they have spread their wings and always out on prey baring their ghastly fangs. Because of these demons, the world has cut a sorry figure and got its face defaced. The face is too black. The face is too ugly. The face bears all the wrong they have committed and still are committing. This way nothing can work.

Tomorrow or the day after it will come. Surely it will come. It will come to dethrone the power, to disempower the power-that-be. Only then the rest will rest easy. As long as they are there to wield their in absolute measure, there is going to be nothing for the better. This is a dream that they should die an imminent death. sure they will die but when? When the people by and large will live a peaceful and prosperous life. Yes, this is a big dream. But what is wrong in having such a dream? Of course, there is nothing wrong. There is nothing wrong in having such a big dream, the big dream that can assure each and everyone of a peaceful and prosperous life in days to come. Will this remain just a dream, a daydream as such? Will this dream not blossom in thosand flowers? Will not these thousand flowers ever bear sweet fruits for all? It is just sweet fruit? Is it asking for more? Is it asking for the moon? No, it is just begging some solace, solace for the anguished souls.

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Far from the depths of night
Whispering days shouting in fear of darkness
Lengthening shadows of a quivering man lying all alone
As void as an orbital circle of no return
Begging mercy in voices of no cheers and tears
The man standing in a world of nothingness
As if no breath to expire for eternity
Still the guiseless man seeking no solace
From the very beneath of his soulless shadows
A tearing silence breaking asunder all the while
The emptiness of the surrounding chasing him
Chasing him like piercing arrows in muffled voices
His days and nights echoing only the lapses of moments
As if no more pangs of faith dropping dead
In humane beliefs from the ancint empire of weal and woes
No more sounds of existing conscience widening
Nor carrying the corpses of the man's dying soliloquy
As if the man twice dead among the burgeoning woods...
Who is the man drowning himself in his own shadows
Who is the man staring vacantly in disbelief
Is it me who has emptied himself of all burdens
Is it me who has buried his treasury of angst of truth?
Still the man breathing in his shallow depth
As if the world has emptied his silence on the grave.

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There is no reason. There is no reason to lose hope. Why losing hope unnecessarily? No pains in hoping either. It is only hope that keeps one hope alive. I always console myself whenever I am on the tenterhooks. I console myself so that despondence or diffidence does not push me back to the wall. Or, it does not tread me on my pyre.

As if I have forgotten to make a bargain with my life by not by making a wake-up call to hope. But one question always pricks me. Why hoping? Is not hoping being ambitious of something? Yes, it is something like being ambitious of something. I have learnt the rope of life after loosing so many battles. It is that being ambitious means welcoming sorrow and grief with open arms. And also, making a compromise on principle.

Making compromise with principle? No, it cannot be for the life of me. I cannot play gamble with my principle. Why should I do that? Selling one's principle is selling one's self which is so dear, so dear to cherish in life religiously. Not only that, selling one's self is getting purchased. Getting purchased by whom or what? I am really antagonistically reacted to that idea. And this has been so all through my life.

Making too much bargain with one's principle and in the process compromising on principle, selling oneself etc. etc. are the picking points of today' world. This world is very much wont to purchase anything at a discount and making a sale at a much higher discount. This is the basic law of the free market economy. This is a big bad world. You have to make both your ends very wisely but not compromising an iota on your principle.

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And I am more than sceptical about anything religious, god or prayer to god. When I hear that someone is used to pray or when I hear someone praying, the idea just drives me nuts. Why do these people pray and to whom or what for? Do they really know it for sure? I think they do not know or do not care to know. Why do they actually pray? Are they themselves doing it and on their own or prompted by someone else like the stature of a so-called preacher? Or, are they doing as some other people doing it also? But whatever it might be, the fact is that they pray. And what do they pray?

Some verbal mumbo-jumbo which mean nothing and signify nothing and even they pray without knowing or understanding an iota of it because if they know and understand they will not pray as I told you it means nothing and signifies nothing. Knowing and understanding make a lot of difference. To whom do they pray? To god? Who that god is? Have they seen him/her? Is she/he a reality in person? Only they know that they realise it in their heart. Realisation is some concept, conceptualised in the sub-conscious level of the mind.

That is, the have not seen it but they realise it in their sub-conscious level of mind which is imaginary. So, they pray to some imaginary entity. And what for do they pray? To attain spiritual salvation or obtain some material gain or just for peace and happiness of mind? They do not know. And even they do not know why they pray to god for nothing.

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