My Heroes
My path in this world
has been blessed,
By the sweet gestures
of deserved 'stubbornness',
That my heroes taught me out of kindness;
When I met them-my
heroes,
The unborn day was rolling
down to its close,
Minutes chipping away
by seconds,
The sun blushing red
on the horizon,
Like a good bye – of a
newly love stricken lad,
Unable to depart the
luring beautiful face of her beloved;
I was yearning,
With a childlike glee
and stubborn simplicity,
To stop the setting
sun,
To hold the light,
To dip color from the
twilight,
And in seizing and
releasing claim bliss of purpose;
When I met them,
That yearning of my
heart- they empathized;
With wisdom borrowed
from eternity’s yard;
They were sitting on
the rugged face of the summit,
Of a tall mountain of
insight,
Rooted on millennial young past,
Their faces always
filled with delight,
And looked at me, like
a seer would,
And just smiled;
Like souls who stole
the sun its secrets of light;
Like souls who
stripped darkness the aura of its fright,
With a daring delicacy
of their calling: to paint, to dance, to write,
To sing, to unearth,
to plant, to construct, and to create;
Married to
imaginations they were content:
To break horizons, to
relive lives,
To capture beauty,
to ignite hopes,
And to dare grand banquet
with the gods.
My heroes,
Who pain and endure
the summit,
Where lonesome sighs and godly light,
Coupled with insanity
of courage and fret,
Framing, but a frame-less world;
Fitting, but a mis-fit
breed of mind,
In the
sameness worshiping decaying world;
My heroes, the
artists, the philosopher the scientist,
Who dare to answer
the question:
What are your
answers for the questions of life?
With simplicity that reads:
Breeding many more
questions, not answers,
A respite for
generations to come,
Lesser questions
are the lingering shadows of deprived lives,
And more answers the
routines of conformance,’
we breed more
questions, answers are decadent;
And what do you
mean by that? when I asked,
With air of
fulfillment,
They smiled.
