Ride with Yama

Half awake in my lucid dream,
I walked across to my window pale;
Dogs hauling loud with agonizing screams,
I hurry up in tying my illusive lace.

I jog below to be held by a noose,
Yanked up behind someone mighty as Zeus.
I sketched along his back in the dark,
Only to find green and red sparks.

I wasn't afraid , I was naively being me.
I poked him questions one after another.
Even though he seem busy with his scrolls.
A million names and thousand sheets,
This Job is only getting harder day by day.

I very well knew he needed a data processor,
then I looked below on his steed,
asked if he was willing to exchange his transport
for something more up to date and speed.

He shoved me down from what was not a horse,
Then he grunted a sound, as if it was all my fault.

I stood up to be told, "My time wasn't up"!
Then I started to ponder if there was any creature he would miss?

I was kicked hard by this very beast,
Almost mocking me with his gory grin.

It had read my mind, this buffalo would live on ....immortal,
That is only if "It" can keep it's job for ever,

Err....Until now It has done just that!

An Angels Conspiracy

Listening to the omens...
They whisper from the wind or the shuffle of the pouring rain.
Through a wrinkle old ladies smile or your neighbor’s dog barking wild...


It could even be waking up for a drink of water...
Returning to find, haunting sounds of the window shattered all over your unseen shrine.
Its may just be a failure of design, But then again could it be all divine.

Is it someone else's prayer watching over you...?
Is it an angel sent by a friend, nudging you through your hardest times?
It’s like an envelope of prayers protecting your every move!

Some time it’s even tougher, like a bird which leaves its nest hungry,
so that the little one can learn to fly....
It’s like reading a foreign book not understanding a word...

But -The omens are out there telling, sometimes even screaming it out...
Good or bad... most of us fail to see or understand...
God speaks through these angels, or these random acts...
They let you know when you might be getting into trouble
Or a moment you supposed to hold on, just a little more.

Ever felt like, you bump into old Friends not knowing ...why?
You took an alternate route... Then you think again ...why?
Even a loved one lost at certain point, is it just to make you what you are?

The angels are conspiring to make you what you are born to be

If you listen well, you won’t rust or turn to dust...
You will just evolve into something more beautiful and just...

A purpose, a goal...a larger cause...?
Have you thought may be all your life was to actually show a lost one his way?

All of us do make it ... we just die not knowing we did so...
.
Sssh... Listen...now...!
It’s all an angel's conspiracy!!!