Erect Statues Of Sincerity

 

Why erect statues
when the limbs have stiffened in death
Are people so fickle, they always need help
When fire has turned every seam to ashes
Throngs  carrying memories like fading lamp

A stony eyed gibbet they gave me after life
Pigeon laced hat to adorn my sun burnt face
They wrote kindred words, for others to deface
I thought they would forget and let me die in grace

No, the heaven cant hold the unjust strife
Man kinds vision is never sublime
Pools of dark clots under every tongue
Harassed  Deities, Gods and virtue less moon
Shimmers of faithlessness on doves wings

Will to live again

 

While the storm brews its concoction of lies
Few still slumber past gloating for sun
Hills and meadows, forlorn and sleep
Our warm caresses lights the path

Our blanketed heart, still beating with passion
Lies awake while the world sleeps
As snow leaps and frolics on our brows
We coil  it's slender skiens
Around our lips

Let me not seek the lighted dark
Where it's obvious the loves fades
Into the shadows crevices and memories
We hide, and endure this life's unyielding storm

© Rajesh sidhartha, a year ago

                                                 
Clad not zeitgeist  garb of decency
But sprouting song  of honesty
Insight meditation ; salvation of  others
A pied piper, charmer of noble words
In thoughts and action
Character pious, virtues stake injustice
Self assured  glow of serenity
A search light in turbid storm
Safe harbour  reached with dignity