The Raver's Anthem

FABLING UTOPIA, POLITICAL ASTRAY
ADDICTED TO THE RYTHEM
HUNGRY FOR THE SOUND

CHEMICAL JUNKIE OR DEMON CHILD
WORSE HAVE BEEN CALLED
FAMILY LOST, FAMILY FOUND
TECHNOLOGICAL TRIBE
NO COUNTRY, NO HOME

PROPHET-LESS RELIGION
MOTHER EARTH'S SPAWN
SEEKING THE MYSTIC MUSIC
READING SACRED LYRIC-LESS BOOKS

SEE, SMELL, TASTE, HEAR
BUT MOST OF ALL FEEL
LIVE IN THIS MOMENT
WHILE GOD SPEAKS OUT

TRANSCEND INTO THE PULSE
FROM CONCRETE TO CLAY
FROM STEEL TO WOOD
AWAKE, DAWN THE ROOTS

BURN THE STICKS
DECODE THE COLORS

SPREAD THIS HARMONY
TOLERATE THE UNKNOWING
LOVE THE SIMPLE

UNIT WITH THE ONE
FREE YOUR SOUL

THE NIGHT MAY END,THE SYSTEMS MAY BURN
THE SUN MAY RISE & THE MIND MAY SHUT
BUT THIS MOVEMENT WILL BEAT STRONG
FOR YOU AND I WILL DANCE ON & ON..

A RAVER'S MUSIC BEATS FOREVER IN HIS HEART.

CHASING RAINBOWS...

As a child, all I did was Imagine of what it would be to be a man.
As a man, all I did was re-live everything I missed as a child.

In my health all I did was drown my self in making riches
In my riches all I did was lose everything to re-gain my health

Why is it that I still chase the other sides of the same rainbow?
Or is it a vicious circle every man has to go through?

Poetic license

Born in a new world of super scholars, Self-proclaimed to be - the never wrong. Preaching as if it was all there own, Following the codes of a free thinker of another time and zone. These demented fools assume too much, To self assign themselves as Gurujis! My visions are clear, I need no intoxicant. I do everything in complete intent. I don’t need another's style, I don’t want to be told how to? I rather fall again and again, Bumping around till I make my ground. The abstract nature of my mind Keeping it cryptic to seek and find I twist in a contradiction to make a plot Deceiving all in reason ...that is not No rules are needed to govern my soul... I don’t need you to tell me that I’m a crazy fool! I won’t use an exotic word to have a fight, I don’t even care if I was ever right. I am the master and the slave to my own soul, No one owns it... it’s a world not defined Filling the blanks to the answer of the unknown; That’s how we learn all we want to know. Listen, my friend... you can have a say! Don’t worry a bit; we all can walk in the Grey. I’ll decide when to run and when to stop Don’t take my word too literally I’m no child of a Holy Ghost. I’m no saint or Demon Lord. I'm not a bigot of Your Humanity. If just a man.. Seeking Within... Till... I have... Thoughts untamed and motives raw. Virgin borders and untouched by laws. I may not be a cure for this mental disease... But I may be the placebo to bring in a release.



copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram

Cross-Road

Perplex in this world of unlimited desire,
We seek answers of what will transpire.

In this difficult and complex set of circumstances,
Confusion looms on the course of all acceptances.

How is one to choose the right path?
Or one, just lie there on the cross road choosing not?

This known moral question in life,
A forced notion to seek a certain type.

In this burdened world we walk into the dark.,
Thinking we make the routes as we go along.

Some are acts of your own doing;
Other, being reactions of an outcome.

A cocktail of action and reaction blending in a bowl
How we think, we have done the best of all.

But then again,

May be there are no choices, no dilemma,
We just walk ignorant into what is already written.

Copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram