sarim
01-02-2005, 05:44 AM
Behind the veils of known reality
There is reality; further duality
Deep, deeper; deeper in sleek
Behind the curtains; of darkness bleak
Beyond the thought of all humanity
Is conceptuality; end of frailty
What starts to end; shall never ascend
To the pinnacle that needs; an utmost descent
At top shall be; unknown to thee
Individuality; Infinite gravity
Above the skies of worldly highs
There is reality; further duality
An endless chain of human sins
Of those who lived to end in ruins
A search for love, in hate and hostility
Shall end in nullity, of absolute purity
Buried is my smiles; hidden in my lies
Are truths that hold all shrieks; all cries
To break then; this cage, there creeps up a rage
What a word does but mean! When rubbed off the page
Beyond the description; of lingual frugality
There is reality; further duality
The turns of clock, the spirals of time
Are scattered in space, but so much in rhyme
Composed in sanctity; Dispersed in divinity
The people of gods; thus make up this continuity
Thus broken at chest; he is all but depressed
He desires a miracle, to ‘being’ manifest
The time then stops; comes to a rest
This moment must hold all the zest
Momentous is man and at his best
When life for him is an endless quest
Behind the veils of known reality
There is reality; further duality
There is reality; further duality
Deep, deeper; deeper in sleek
Behind the curtains; of darkness bleak
Beyond the thought of all humanity
Is conceptuality; end of frailty
What starts to end; shall never ascend
To the pinnacle that needs; an utmost descent
At top shall be; unknown to thee
Individuality; Infinite gravity
Above the skies of worldly highs
There is reality; further duality
An endless chain of human sins
Of those who lived to end in ruins
A search for love, in hate and hostility
Shall end in nullity, of absolute purity
Buried is my smiles; hidden in my lies
Are truths that hold all shrieks; all cries
To break then; this cage, there creeps up a rage
What a word does but mean! When rubbed off the page
Beyond the description; of lingual frugality
There is reality; further duality
The turns of clock, the spirals of time
Are scattered in space, but so much in rhyme
Composed in sanctity; Dispersed in divinity
The people of gods; thus make up this continuity
Thus broken at chest; he is all but depressed
He desires a miracle, to ‘being’ manifest
The time then stops; comes to a rest
This moment must hold all the zest
Momentous is man and at his best
When life for him is an endless quest
Behind the veils of known reality
There is reality; further duality