Krikos: The Vertical Horizon
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Here we stand and weep.
They think the earth is changing,
so are all the stars.
"The fires are yet everlasting"
Galacta ... to the Universe!
"Why care for nature when we can make our own?"
They ask to the sublimes of stars.
Their lies are their truths.
Their truths are merely weak;
It confluences the mind to a labyrinth;
What to see, what to seek.
Time will oppose itself,
For now, we take a stand;
We call out to our brothers,
“Submerge them in the sea and the sand.”
Submerge their pillars, is what we do,
Submerge their time, is what we say,
Submerge their axioms for they are false,
Submerge the Shadows,
"IT WILL BE DONE."
5.
Creation provokes nature,
Nature promises much more,
The powers are held in nurture,
Defiled yet to the core.
Life offers, Work to attain it.
The soul suffers, pray to retain it.
Ability is not a triumph.
It is a hoax that belittles righteousness.
The truth is need.
It’s the alibi for creation,
A memento of lie,
An eternal retribution.
Reticence is not a conscious offence.
We tend to like surprises.
But the grief is in the nonchalance,
And the lie with many ‘guises.
So, what is the lie?
What was it so harsh and rude?
Is it that of the hope, that of love.
Or one that’s never been reviewed?
Today, a man’s destination Is his destiny.
What an ideal life that would be!
To seek the stars and here they fall,
To seek eternity and get to see all.
Times come by, people want salvation.
Some to its name and some to its fame,
Together form an eternal motion.
Never to see what they desire,
Never to see the peak.
For it Is a price very meek,
It Is one that none can ever Seek.
(The Cantos propounded by the first Five)
6.
Behold the strength of the stationary;
Beware the power of the still.
Far more difficult to treason the regular strike,
Than react to the unexplained, random kill.
Watch the poor, little, flowing brook;
Gushing with fear, humbled by the jaunt of the still;
Boundlessly bound by mother Galacta;
Linking the mountain and the land
To the Stillness of the ocean,
Strengthening both the drop and the sand
The insolent, the indolent and the impenetrable:
The mount immovable stands forever tall!
From still began, and to Stillness returneth,
All hath still, the still hath all.
The world is not so generous;
What befalls us is what we chose!
Live like there's no tomorrow;
And behold the glory you hold!
Mother Galacta! Truest to the word of old;
"Life is what you make it:
base lead or wondrous gold!'
Make the most of each day;
each moment that you can;
But before execution; just keep in your mind,
"Is that what Galacta hath planned?"
Never cheat your mother;
Never harm your homeland;
Never destroy the truth,
'Tis the greatest of all sins.
Respect, protect and be proud of yourself.
It all rests on your will.
No glory greater than still.
7.
Forever shall it reign,
The majesty of Stillness.
The guidance shall we put to test.
In the deliverance, we may take no rest.
That even the stars gaze and call,
‘What is Stillness?’
That the Universe may gaze and call,
‘What is Stillness?’
But what is Stillness?
The answers they seek they shall never find.
For the answers are instilled by the divine,
Inside of their own existence,
Inside of their own creation.
The answers illuminate yet are not illuminants,
For darkness has Still and Still has light.
The Cycle shall be seen again.
The Cycle of Stillness, that of the Universe.
The light shall be doomed to darkness,
The darkness shall form the eternal Exile.
But the Exile must end.
And the end shall be brought by a new beginning,
A new light.
And this light is not of Stillness,
yet emerges for it.
For the light is the one not seen,
The one not shown.
There is no end for there was no beginning,
The end brought by change.
This is eternal Stillness.
Hidden in the ‘was’, the ‘is’ and the ‘will be’,
The one without an end, without a change,
The majesty of Stillness,
Forever shall it reign.
TO BE CONTINUED...
About the Author
R
ishabh Dubey is a young author, philanthropist and media entertainer residing in the city of Mumbai, India. Being exposed to the articulate literary deft of his family since a very young age, especially to that of his father, Dr. T.P. Dubey ‘Manish’, the renowned and celebrated multilinguistic author, Rishabh developed a persistent affinity and an incessant passion for writing. He wrote his first book (Krikos: The Vertical Horizon) at the budding age of 15, though he could not publish it till much later. His first officially published book, entitled ‘The Mangoman’, is having a good run at the international readers’ market. Also, being an innate philosopher and an advocate of creativity, he also likes to indulge in interactive orations and various types of social-media entertainment. He is currently also pursuing the five-year technical-management course at NMIMS, Mumbai, so that the subsequent skills acquired might professionally aid his propaganda of providing the required support to all the creative minds in the country.
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