Skip to main content

Kalki

If only I could freeze time without costing me a dime,
I would raise hell at the sound of a bell and gong's chime,
With accrued intensity and might, how I'd turn a day into night,
Growing by leaps and bounds and sowing, to reap a world all happy and bright.
Nights, they're strange 'cause they wear a dark sight,
Poking prodding us ever more to set things for the next day, right,
While in the day we say, too much poverty, unemployment and hunger rampant,
Juices of Cranberry, mobiles Blackberry and vintage cherry, woes all of a sudden dampen.

I decided I would execute a master plan, for all wealth superflous,
Possessions, big or small they come in bundles so ambigious,
Indeed we live in a fanciful world, vivid and lustured,
Wonder how with such gylcerine tears, about the fears we mustered,
Then I say to myself, it's human tendency to preserve oneself foremost,
And guess what struck me as an urgency, to dispose Almighty Preserver almost,
Until burgeoning chants, Vedas and the Gita all fall post,
As the tempestous dweller of the Kailash sprang up to score,
The world about to fall apart then cried, we want no more.

Kalki comes riding a white horse, a blazing sword in hand,
With one arm, he dislodges the beast and false preachers silently stand,
Aloof and alone, Kalki rode across the universe with great fury,
All fall before his lance, brawny with grace and inviting the jury,
Every soul that cometh before his fire, lay stoned seeking mercy,
From princes to heroes and small time clubbers that go tipsy,
The venom of his fiery eyes that set ablaze worldly caprice.
A bloodlust war was fought, thousands died deserving deplorable malice.

The Final Avatar brought an end to the world that they'd all conjured,
An army of fifty thousand scholars and Brahmins, he'd procured,
Once the battle concluded, brought forth the dawn to a New World Order,
As kings, queens, preachers and priests, they all surrender,
To the aura of the Preserver, who had amidst vast outspread of terror,
Had heavens heave a sigh of relief, since there was no longer signs of grief,
Tripled in glory, assumed the King of Kings and Lord of Lords,
Kalki summoned atleast a dozen billion departing for his heavenly abode,
The Time Derivative and his Devadatta, the entire world after he strode.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Material Musings

At a Flower Store As we travel into time, we bead our little moments and they hookup to form a garland that engulfs us completely when time stops, the fragrance continues however. Whether it smells of dry hay or lilac, we render through our Karma. In a Boat on a River Picture yourself in a boat on a river with your beloved, as you hold the oars in your hands. You want to hold her but if you do, you lose control of the oars. What would you do? You don't drown, the waters are still. It's a river afterall. Save a little for yourself. Our passions grow on us, time doesn't. On my Way Back Home Others expect at work, but my home demands. If I were to size down demands, would others' expectations out of me lower equally? We belong to our homes as much as homes belong to us! On Country, Geographical Barriers and More If God created Oceans to curb the intensity of the Sun, would landlocked countries be left to punish in Hell? God created Divide, so we may...
1 comment
Read more

10,000 Years: Going Home Alive

Gold, silver and purple streaks of light, Strike my chest and rebound, all so bright, I am traveling home finally, far far away, As I wade across the galaxy called Milky Way. I was once a little piece of dot, A shelter in a cold galactic place I'd sought, Among Neptune, Pluto and Jupiter, I found this Earth, to be the most near. I am done with my worldly duties, Sometimes a son, at other times a sister, At times an angel and rarely a sinister, Today as I am released of my worldly ties, I am no longer indebted to the aborning sunrise. My journey so far has been fruitless, The day I split, I knew I'd become worthless, Somehow I knew I had to live through it all, Tasks they all came, big or small. Still deep down inside, there was loneliness, Although in the world, there was vast openness, In the early stages, I assumed a blacksmith or cobbler, Towards the end, I became a generous struggler. When the time had come to clear off my karma, Since I ha...
1 comment
Read more

My Saddest Tale, Ever So Pale

Every year in the month of March,  I'd bring home, a bagful of books and the scent of familiar starch,  Once I'd masked with plastic sheet, I'd sense my heart beat,  As labels and stickers would summarize my yearly feat.  A burst of energy swiveled across my body,  In a few days, I was to become a scholarly somebody.  Samuel Adams and Christopher Columbus,  They may all wait, with them would Oedipus.  With what I read back then,  I would mostly outperform my peers,  Now as I begin to write, I sit amidst a cesspool of tears. Very soon you will, dear readers if any, Be introduced to a gargantuan globe hinged by many. During later years at crossing vectors and dotting differential equations, My History, Geography and Economics, floated across vesting nations. I drew the world map, this time I was twenty four, Sat with a histogram and outlined to each its own score. That's when I found my country, pleading for ...
3 comments
Read more