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

An ode to dreams

I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night.
-Bill Watterson


i see dreams
yes like you
i see dreams
my best dreams
seen with open eyes
while i drink raindrops
from the skies

But you say what of dreams
they are just dreams
like gleaming streams
fleeting that each one seems

You dream of things
that others possess
but you forget,
your dream
somebody's nightmare
your nightmare
somebody's reality.

Of all those dreams
lost and forgotten
impossible and improbable
hold on to the one
the one that keeps you awake
the one that's inevitable

you say i am a dreamer
deep down, you know
you're one too
come on friend, lets dream
together we make it real

© Abhijit Patil

A nice morning

Well got up this morning, fairly early at about 6.40, considering it is a holiday. And the first thing on my mind, i can feel the ritual misery of work as tomorrow beckons. While brushing my teeth i felt the need to mark this day, last in a long festive weekend. So i put on my running shoes and decided to go for a jog at the park at sankey tank. Usually i'd take the bike, but the weather felt nice for a walk and its a long walk, so i guess that would warm me up for the jog. Its a really nice place. Whenever i come here i wonder why don't i come here often. after a bit of stretching i decide to jog, I jog on and off from one end to the other , a fairly long distance mind you (for i aint an Ethiopian long distance runner) I relax and stretch again for a couple of minutes. Now i am determined not to stop for as long as i can, So i start again, this time trying to remember to breathe only through my nose. I make it more than halfway and have broken into a sweat now. I can hear my heart pumping hard. My legs are threatening to give up. But i push on. I tell myself i'll reach the next lamp post. But every time i say to myself I can make it to the next one. Ten lamp posts go by and then I lose count. And I am dripping with sweat now. Every muscle crying out aching with pain. But I am laughing in my head. There's maiden playing in my ear. Bruce shouting out '..if there's a god why does he let me go..' I had almost forgotten this joy that pain giveth. When you are so tired, and you can't move a muscle, but ironically u feel free. Somehow this morning I am now sure there is a god. I bend down and hold my knees to take a breather for a few seconds. There's a girl running like there's no tomorrow. She looks at me and looks away in disdain, I couldn't care less. For I am thinking of my love. She's so beautiful. I sit down at a bench and gaze at the lake. It looks really good after they restored the whole area and the weather is particularly nice. Its cloudy and fairly dull, but there's a gentle cool breeze which helps me cool down. It seems like its a minute away from raining but it doesn't rain and thats the best kind of weather. See a few ducks swimming around. I wonder what would be their concerns in the day. Just looking for food all day, or a mate at the most? There's a small island in the middle of the lake with a few dried up trees. A couple of beautiful white swans keep flying off from there and returning back to the old trees. Just like my mind trying to explore new things but again forced to get back in line with the world. But I make a promise to myself to come back here daily and leave. I get out of the place and right in front there's a coffee day.. didn't notice it while going in. Stupid things are springing up everywhere you see. I start my walk back home and then get into my favourite fast food place and have a strong filter coffee standing on the footpath. And then it starts, a light rain. The drizzle waters down my strong coffee. But i don't mind. Life's good. Atleast until I get back to work tomorrow.

A Call to Sanity

With poetry, my mind i flex – Rage Against the Machine

I thank you lord, good god

for you made us; but we made this thing

This thing called religion.

Designed to divide your creation

False prophets claim your name,

we fight, do their bidding

But dragged in the dust, your name.

Are you there lord? Or you left us?

Defenders of religion, you all enemies of reason.

We build temples, of gold and silver

But do you forget.. he expects much less?

You think this is the good god's fight?

But your ignorance, darker than the night.

Aren't you ashamed?

for you have shamed your maker.

I am a lunatic, when I am poetic

But lend me your ears,

You who call yourself believers

I am a beacon of sanity;

in this endless sea of insanity