LINE OF FIRE

smoking
Fume and fragrance in
Fiery minuscule of ember
Flaming life of ignited- stick
Crossing over line of fire
Ceases in smoky ashes;
Lungful air of human gasp is also
A burning journey of torrid zones
In your ups and downs, you odor
The aroma of phantom smell
In the altar of deserting soul
Corporal sleeves combust to
Grime of ashes in sacred urns
-VIGIL KUMAR
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MISSION OF LIFE

finale
Speedy vehicles of corporal casing
Dash into the ambiance of bizarre goal
Avarice zeal with quest for assets
Venomous heart with cranny brain
Astute eyes with lame credence
Amass in the boulevard of life
Beleaguer one by one, sever laws
Neophytes to nonagenarians vie
To surmount the Grand finale
The mission of life is Death
Why this mortal combat?
 
-VIGIL KUMAR

THE TRUTH

cosmic


The Sun blazes me,
The Earth heaves me
I will not die,
Even if the gate of life
Shuts the door on my face
The tree of life flourish,
Go up and up, to the pinnacle
Beside the Gravitation;
My roots will pierce
The crust and mantle of Earth
To establish the equilibrium of Existence
The sky is also not the frontier
I plunge into the pool of billows
Amble over the continual Cosmos;
Corporal opulence shivers one day
My quest for celestial bliss
Sustain so long as the Soul lives,
I will attain the cosmic reality.
 
-Vigil kumar