Too Possessed......

Feeling the numbness reaching the third eye,

feeling the touch of the next level of the high,

HIGHER i go with every word read,

but the mortal cast i bear bending its head,

i strive to go far ahead,

Alas!!! I have to carry the physique too dead...

Feeling no fear of the task ahead,

i try to derive the power from the dead.

They say he reminds of the christ on the cross,

Only man who was ready to bear every material loss...

They say, he was a Utopian dreamer,

Do dreams still fly from the land of those deceased???

Do the many coloured crow still flies low???

CHE, they call him, as we know...

Yes, dreams still flow when the soul calls Soul...

they make us ready and again i boil,

feeling possessed by the soul of the Star,

Still feeling if he was ever really dead...

the third eye opens and now i can see,

the path so clear to push the mortal ahead...

Is it we who make him live

or he who gives us life???

I don't have the time to answer,

the possession to strong...

Feeling no danger i move ahead,

with my head too high...

And now i get to know why he is always looking towards the skies...

Here i come to embrace the next stage,

Here i am to lead the war i wage...