'Mirrors'

Mirrors of truth
are the most difficult to find.
Dangerous and deadly,
they are hideous and blind.
The surface is black
instead of the clear silvery kind!
Seeing them is near to impossible
because of the veil that they hide behind.
The veil of lies and fakes,
that plays tricks with the mind.
To lift the veil we need,
inner strength of the subliminal mind!

                                                                  
                                                                     -Aksa

Dreaming Phoenix...!

O' breaking dawn of the day,
where is thy youth today?
Your enthralling beauty as it unfolds,
which mind should capitulate this vision so bold?
In slumber so lazy,
do they just dream and whine?
But what ecstasy do they pursue,
What sight do they find?

Last night when I tip toed down
with all the blessings from the skies above,
Their curtains where bogging down,
just as their lashes caressed the ground,
I did come and spread my alluring wings
to take them on a magic ride,
But my dear earth, your men so shy,
their love such cowardly,
their passions so shallow;

They mocked the strength of my wings
and challenged my soaring flight.
O' your men, my dear earth
What lands have they conquered?
What hearts have they melted?
Is it blood or just water,
that produced their child...

I sang that night;
The story of the prince of Spain,
I told them that their was a boy,
I had loved him,
and the twinkle in his eyes;
When he saw the charisma of a lily bloom,
and the rage of the meandering lake,
How it carved and fought for it's path;
He used to jump in awe and say,
O' ye, I believe in you!

They all just laugh and only say;
He was a dreamer, he was a dreamer.
O', I said, that boy
How he loved his old man,
on his grave he used to cry.
Apologies for the sins he had never even tried,
and that child he had kissed
whom your men had left in wretched clothes.

The blinding fervor of his dignity;
when in honor he lay on the border of his land.
This romance of bravery
your men can not decipher.
They still laugh, "He was a fool,
how much did he earn from this enterprise?"
Indeed, my prince, your pursuit I envy!
and I sigh at your men; O' earth...

But still when I put down my pen
I hope and pray
that the kindled fire on your ground
will not just leave ashen men....
I have seen phoenix as they rise above
and I fear if it is a dream,
then I am a dreamer
I am a dreamer....

                                                            -Aksa


P.S. This is the answer to your last question dreamy gal! :)

Dying Souls...!

         There I was , sitting atop a low sand hill, with the vast barren plain stretching in all directions around me; interrupted by other sand mounds occasionally. I see the death and decay, I can feel it in my bones, cam feel the marrow weakening, the bones cracking and splitting just like the cracked land in front of me. This land lacked the love of sky (water) and the dryness was killing it slowly from the inside; the only outwards signs being the cracked soil and the yellow wilting blades of grass.
        I am attracted to this piece of land because I can see the similarities, it's just like me.... lacking love! ...the heart slowly dying with the dark circled eyes, telling the unsaid stories of sleepless nights, and the scaly dry skin as the only outward signs. I am like this dying land with a little part of me withering every day like the small clusters of grass dying daily! I can see the blazing sun in the sky and I feel it's scorching heat trying to kill the tiny little blossoms of hope who dare to fight against the decay. It reminds me of the scorching words of people that sear my soul and kill the beautiful tiny blossoms of hope on the tree of my thoughts.
       Sitting here at the funeral procession of this dying land, I can feel it's pain and the indescribable suffering. Seems like the soil underneath is calling me. I can hear it's pleas of love as it takes the last shuddering breaths, telling me the stories of it's joyous times...!
       The sudden wind whipped my hair and I caught the lose strands in my eyes. Pushing them out of my eyes I tore my eyes away from the wallowing land and looked up at the sky and saw a small cloud trying to hide the mighty sun... the irony made me laugh out humorlessly. But then I noticed the winds and the clouds desperately fighting the sun... trying to obscure it to save their beloved from the open arms of death. I watched in amazement as the winds unleashed their anger, and more clouds rushed furiously across the sky blocking the scorching heat of the sun and darkening the blue skies. And then I felt a drop of Elixir of life falling on my upturned face and felt the land underneath my feet starting to smile as the love of sky started to shower down on it and it's dying soul breathed again. The tiny particles of soil started to dance and swing with the grass on the music of the rain drops! I can hear their songs and can smell the love in the moist air. the joy of the land made me smile and that smile brought my own soul back to life and I realized that feeling others pain and joy is what brings us true happiness and makes us forget our own worries. this thought helped grow blossoms of hope which started to flourish with the water of smiles, on the tree of thoughts in the land of my mind....!

Love Of Technology

         There she was sitting in a work frenzy with two computer screens in front of her; she connected a flash drive to a CPU and started copying the contents onto the monitor screen, switching on the other system she connected a card reader to the other CPU wondering whether to plug in the mobile memory card or the camera storage card into it first! Deciding on the camera card she connected it and started rifling through the photos on the LCD screen. Putting the photos on a copy\paste she switched on the music system and started going through the CD rack for a good CD.
         *Check the new message* ..... This tone distracted her and while picking up the cell phone to check the message she noticed that it was running on a low battery, taking out a charger from a drawer of the working table, she put the phone on charging on the same power board with all other appliances.
        A sound from the computer told her the flash drive had finished it's work, seeing this she connected a wi-tribe to that computer and started the internet. While opening her blog she picked up her e-book from the table and opened the article she had intended to post...
       A knock on the door and her brother walked in asking her to help him out with a maths problem. She fished out a scientific calculator from another drawer and started solving the problem. In between doing this she also changed the card in the card reader and started loading some songs in the new memory card...
       Replying to another text message she re-opened the e-book, switching her attention back to the monitor screen she searched her brains for a suitable title for the article...
       And at that moment of thought she zoomed out!...her brain started to slow down, detaching itself from the body it possessed  and viewed the scene from a third person's perspective!
       What she observed shocked her!... She was sitting at a table with two screens and digital keyboards, a musik system on one side, a television screen on the back wall, an e-book, a cell phone, flash drives, different memory cards and a calculator lying around her. In short she sat there surrounded by machines.
        She realized that a minute ago she had been working with all these things... no! she had been a part of all these things, a machine operating all these machines! She was there with no thoughts, no feelings, nothing at all except a brain working as the operating unit of all this stuff!
        In that moment she realized why this world was moving towards cruelty with each passing day. It was modernization, increasing technology or better said increasing number of humans turning into machines. Feelings were dying. Kindness, love and humanity seemed like withering yellow leaves of a dying autumn tree!
       That moment told her why her life was bleak ans stark, devoid of emotions, warmth and love...!
       You know why she had this kind of life??  That's because she was a machine like all of us....'us'__ the people of te modern world, who are forgetting that the best things in life are not 'things'!