The Last Prayer

Here I lay, my lord,
The night so dark.
Darker is our soul,
So easy to lose it whole.

I pray'd to you, my lord,
make me all that I am not;
Been chasing rainbows
from the womb to the tomb.
Yet there it was, bliss,
in the dew drops at my feet,
Only if I'd look away from the abyss.

I pray'd to you my lord,
For power, pleasure and ecstasy
but the prayers they were empty.
And all in store for us, the pain,
Please lord, take it away, the pain,
like the first monsoon rain.

We are still praying to you, lord
You've given a long rope, of hope
So fallen we are, We tied it to a noose;
On the hanging tree of sins
Our need is greed, and that we breed.
Soul laid to rust with all the lust.
Fanning the flames of hell so high,
I am sorry, lord, your halo's on fire.

And yet, still to you, lord, we pray,
Inside of us, the soul of Dorian Gray.
And as I close my eyes to sleep;
I now pray for you, my lord,
That if we die before we wake;
There's a soul down here left for you to take.

-Abhijit Patil

Inches

Within all these inches of time and space we live, fight and survive. Its not an inch too far or too near, not an inch too soon or too late but the inch you get that matters more often than not. Because providence favours that one inch more than others. Its these very inches by which you miss each other on our Indian roads. And I don't know where else but in these inches I am dead certain there is a god. Let that inch be with you. 

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Hope Kills

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
 - Friedrich Nietzsche


Day Breaks,
Night falls;
Tumbling through life.
Rhyme and reason,
nowhere on the horizon.
Felt you would take it on
Unravel a great mystery,
But all its become,
A ritual misery.
And as each day ends,
Inadequate reality dawns.
that all that it is,
fucked by fate,
dogged by dogma,
designed by destiny.
But through the darkness
a glimmer that hope shows,
Again you hang on to it, cling to it.
A new day is coming, it says,
But fooled are we, as together with it
does it bring again,
the old hope's betrayal.

© Abhijit Patil

A Side of Paradise

Here you are looking deep and down
the dark abyss, life of your own
pursuing what meaning has this self.
It is eating you inside, isnt it?
gnawing at your soul, if there is one.
Purpose of your existence, if there is one.

Purpose might find you yet,
May lead you yet to paradise.
But a purpose which might not suffice;
A paradise which might fail you still.
Dont you see, better to create purpose
Better to have a side of paradise, your own.

Seeing your strife is so tiring;
between having to and wanting to.
But its all the rules that led us here,
Created this crisis, of existence.
Simplicity of living, laid to ruin
Why dont you create a side of paradise, your own.

So stop trying to find meaning and make your own.
Purpose, found easier on an empty stomach;
not on an empty soul. So in this life so short,
Let your purpose be joy, my love
Lose the grief and spite, turn to me my love,
We make a side of paradise, our own.

Temple Of Ruin

Whats become of the creed, my brother?

People filling their coffers

with so much dirty coin

And filling their head

with empty irrationalities;

A temple of gold is no building

to atone their sins.

Oh why Oh why, cant they see

the cobwebs of dogma gathered

in their temple over the ages.

How do I see all this, my brother?

and they dont.

None of this was to be,

Not in the book that they swear on.

So lets stop waiting now,

No more prophets are coming now.

It is time, lets bring this diseased

temple of theirs down on them.

It is time, my brother,

for the gods to die now.

They need some new ones now

We build a promised land now

From the ruins of the old now.

©Abhijit Patil

A Thing of Beauty

All this world to me a painful dose

Of people, so full of scorn

Prickly like many a thorn.

And yet when I hold you close

Feels as if cradling a rose.

And when this world has tired me

Should I see your smile

Like glistening dew drops,

And when I catch your glance

with those mischievous eyes

Love to feel my heart flutter.

For you my dear,

are my heart’s desire,

my soul’s fulfilment

the sunshine of my life

You my dear, are my joy for ever.

The Devil's Ride

Why worry about god and sin?

Spare a thought about your kin

Of the world you leave them;

A world thats gone very wrong,

in the hands of us, sinners all.

They say we are born of sin, you and me

But why sin against each other?

Everyone killing their brother

And hurting their mother

Robbing their joys

God’s green earth, a wasteland

Of your ploys.

No good repenting now,

Providence, have your retribution now.

Should have thought of this,

before you made up heaven and hell.

We‘ve made the gods cry

Got drunk on their tears.

So don’t worry now, of

knockin on heaven’s door

Just wait here, under the

growing shadow of our sins.

Heaven doesn’t have a bell,

But the Devil gives a ride

straight down to hell.

© Abhijit Patil