Well the truth is that even I do not fully understand this one. I was in a despondent state of mind when i wrote this. Would you guys believe that i did this in the middle of the night with my eyes half closed. I just put pen to paper and this poem just wrote itself.
It expresses all my angst and doubts about morality and relegion. But even I am surprised to see certain underones in this poem that i was not aware of. I am still shocked that some one can write something this long without even thinking about it.
THE BARRED DOOR:
A fine line lies between two states,
One of joy and the other rage,
And fear is but a middle man,
Who stands between these different lands.
Sometimes deep love can merge with hate,
Some sacred truths one can’t contemplate,
For every man who questions fate,
There is that fool whose lust won’t sate.
For often sacrilege is truth,
Unspoken, hidden, misconstrued,
Was not the devil a creation of God?
Who only let him stew and rot.
Is not this life a game of chess?
Between two foes who often met,
Upon the sands of time they play,
There is no black or white just grey.
Absolute power is a drugging wine,
Immortals drink while they feast and dine,
Its sensuous coils has them ensnared,
Of this dear friends one must despair.
Perhaps this maze has no just end,
And all these paths lead unto themselves,
Maybe there is no universal truth,
Just stone etched facts one can’t undo.
For some a sin is virtue still,
For others virtue is a sin,
For so many death is but a curse,
But for a few it will but nurse.
We are told that good deeds should not expect reward,
But every man is not a god,
And is not worship a form of bribe,
Just for this gift of mortal life.
So even God expects returns,
Our servitude is what he earns,
And is this not a form of greed,
Between these lines when will we read.
When will we call a spade a spade,
There is no love, there is no hate,
You will condemn me for my views,
These storms of doubt will always brew.
But for this moment I take no sides,
I neither face the darkness nor the light,
And what I see is just one thing,
A barred door I can not unhinge.
