~ SWINGING YAMA *.....by Wanderer in Love

On the one hand you fly high
In your thoughts
Never say die
On the other hand you just sigh
Succumbing to the rots
That society gives you

On the one hand worshipping virtue
Oh so feel good that we love to do
And the devil appears as if on cue
Greed and decadence, hatred and poison
Always threatening for a coup
Virtues gone askew?

On the other hand following ideals
That someone else made
Merging them in yours,so it reveals
And then the "I" that never fades
Living in ego’s porch
The heart gets scorched

Swinging our desires
From right to wrong
From ice to fire
From good to greed
From jailed to freed
From bond to secede
From love to hate
From solo to mate
From calm to irate
From isolate to conjugate
From "I, Me, Myself" to a soulmate

Are we just birds on paper?
That the painter does not release
And we are the painter.
Are we rape victims?
Enraged, crying
We the victims and the rapists in one?
Are we alive
Or just dead
Before the verdict of Yama?



-- by Wanderer In Love, 05/2006




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* Yama (Sanskrit: यम) is the lord of death, first recorded in the Vedas. Yama belongs to an early stratum of Indo-Iranian mythology. In Vedic tradition Yama was considered to have been the first mortal who died and espied the way to the celestial abodes, and in virtue of precedence he became the ruler of the departed. Its Greek equivalent may be found in Pluto.