She Comes ...
The dark one,
Wearing black
Almost invisible with the cosmic dust
A disguise that no mortal can easily invade.
The sight of the Dark Mother-
Not a blessing
Nor does She blesses
To produce more clutches, sackles & chains,
She comes as the whistle blower
To her ailing children,
To show the gate of the large, puzzling prison.
To materialise freedom.
She comes
To be present everywhere
Filling up thousands of positions
Thousands of life.
Touching the sleepy heads,
Sedating,
Pouring drugs into the vain-
Whispering into the soul-
Dont fear...
The path is dark
No lights,
No tools in your hand,
No knowledge of how to venture
But I m there.
Hssssss..... forget the fear...
If it's so scary, sit in the vehicle and sleep
You will be driven.
Don't panic in case your eyes open at the horrific scenes your brain does process
They are just pictures
& your brain does not know how to analyse things once you leave your home.
Shhhhhh... relax.
Few are there
Who does not listen to her
And keep their eyes open
On the tumultuous roller coaster journey
Gasping for dear breath sometimes they smile as the vehicle take a turn
Where the masters of Milkyway busy throwing parties with the stars and moons
And sometimes they cry out loud holding their heart
As the unimaginable creatures surfaces from the blackholes...
She looks back from her driving seat and smiles ...
Keep your eyes open
She announces....
Don't close.
Your are in the amazement park.
