Fleeting

                       I
I used to read a lot, in boastful voice
Affirm ideas, vanquish foes, with sheer speed,
Mere words, it all took.
Light is unconfined, can not be defined ,
To those, Unexposed, can not be propagated
Through a mass blind.
Prophet's message can not come
In words written, hymns recited,
Can only incite brotherhood of arms.
Holy books, pages bound, bind freedom,
Men's demise is in seeking discipline
Trying to carve liberty in lines.

                      II

All those, who sought truth, truth above all
Must have felt, there is room, in abundance,
For mundane things, to create havoc 
In decided mornings, over breakfast
In closed rooms, between two souls.
How much difference can one undergo,
To stop deciphering and start feeling?