Let me fly like a fish
And swim like a bird
To follow the unheard
And listen the unseen
To swallow in the
Sorrows of freedom,
And pleasures in being My-being.
To emerge as a complete being
And knowing the fact of my being No-Thing!!
Free I feel even from the
Prisons of the Free-will.
Free from the visions of eyes
From the sounds of speech
From the smell of air
From the beauties of Nature
From the ugliness of others
To the ugliness of myself,
Free even from the shackles of soul as isolated.
Away and above where energies take form,
Souls are born
And then de-form.
To the brightest of sides
Of knowing one selves,
Is what I am, breeding “everywhere”..!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Friday, December 3, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Hidden Hope..
I am there where no one can be,
In the eyes of someone and no one can see.
That someone is the one itself cannot feel
That its eyes hold me with the oceans of love and emotions as sea.
Let me die everyday as a cost of your smile,
My Nation, My Country, My Mother, My Child..!!
Let the ashes of my soul purify the darkness of evil in human mind
And spark the re-birth of that pious lost spirit of Humanity Divine.
To once again shine as the Golden Bird in the World,
To lead the way from ashes to gold.
To once again show how the strength unfolds,
To protect the World from its dieing hope.
To hold the hands of blind poor Nations,
To light their lives with shining creations,
To teach the lessons of peace and love
And remove the words like hatred and wars.
To tell the World where God resides,
In the heart of whom where all religions are unified,
Where there is one-ness in soul, diversity in role
And all is poured in one thread of Eternal Goal.
To enlighten the Human with life's Delight,
To live as Sunlight and die as silk-worm die,
To know the 'truth' is the only fight
Of life, the burden of living is to be satisfied.
In the eyes of someone and no one can see.
That someone is the one itself cannot feel
That its eyes hold me with the oceans of love and emotions as sea.
Let me die everyday as a cost of your smile,
My Nation, My Country, My Mother, My Child..!!
Let the ashes of my soul purify the darkness of evil in human mind
And spark the re-birth of that pious lost spirit of Humanity Divine.
To once again shine as the Golden Bird in the World,
To lead the way from ashes to gold.
To once again show how the strength unfolds,
To protect the World from its dieing hope.
To hold the hands of blind poor Nations,
To light their lives with shining creations,
To teach the lessons of peace and love
And remove the words like hatred and wars.
To tell the World where God resides,
In the heart of whom where all religions are unified,
Where there is one-ness in soul, diversity in role
And all is poured in one thread of Eternal Goal.
To enlighten the Human with life's Delight,
To live as Sunlight and die as silk-worm die,
To know the 'truth' is the only fight
Of life, the burden of living is to be satisfied.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
A Dream of Seclusion (on 12 oct, 2010)
1.
And here the day has gone in vain,
Full of stress and physical pain,
So many questions, enquiries uncertain,
Why this? Why that? Why not? Still in brain.
The Day began with head in pain,
Muscles streched and brain's veins in strain,
But the work's importance should remain,
Till the last calorie in the body prevail.
Finally, the Night
Has come as a delight,
To rescue and fight
From the cruelities of life.
Now, let me go in that unconscious flight
Where there are no worries reside
In either body, mind or sight
And only imagination fly high and high.
And there is the 'click' of that moment
And I am transported to another parallel world of No-Man,
Where only shadows reside and soul fly,
We call it 'unconscious' but it tells what we are as 'ourselves'.
The journey started as a normal a day,
Problems, problems and prolems still stay,
But we as a spectator and not as actors of real life's play,
Watching ourselves, expecting that we always be this way.
Sometimes expected and sometimes in impossible way,
Like that we see ourselves n others in superficial ways.
This is what my dream is of last night,
Some celebratg n some tried to fight.
2.
I always wanted to enjoy the time
Of this auspicious marriage ceremony bind,
Where all come together and unite,
But what I felt was jaelous, callous n arrogance for each other inside.
And then I realized
That all possess light-hearts n has no light,
Some tried to make us apart
Made me sad with broken heart.
Few of us, isolated n distressed
Finding our way to the palace,
Where the ceremony is placed,
But no suitable means is there at that time n place.
So disheartened to see my own people behavg this way,
My heart trembles, felt the loneliness,
Expressed its insecurity in tears instead
And heart wisperd 'oh God' in utter helplesness.
3.
Then I saw a figure quite far,
In pure black long costume avatar,
Waving at us, askg to come near
To him, without thinkg n with no fear.
We all, excpt few who doubted,
Moved towards him undoubted,
The closer we go, the pleasant it felt,
Like a sinkg ship in ocean has found an island.
As the distance reducd, the blurredness decreased,
As if the dream is no more a dream,
Emotions un-felt, physical pain relieved
As we moved closer senses are ceased.
So close we are now
That the figure is clearly reveald,
So beautiful eyes I have never seen,
Sparkling like blue stars of heaven n so deep as cosmic sea.
Darkest of the dark Blackhole
Like curly hair it has.
If you continously stare
At them, the vision will loose its glare.
Bare foot n bright complexion,
So white the face's skin,
As if it has swallowed every drop of light within,
But still magically it can be seen.
When I lookd at him in no-emotion,
He smiled back with love n protectn,
The blue twinkling mysterious eyes I wil nevr forget,
The bonding I felt that moment can not be expressed.
Oh wait..!! Let me tell u about his beard,
A mixture of white n black long hair,
When I concentrated my eyes there,
He understood my confusd look like a father, n smiled,so rare.!!
A father who feel pleasure at his child's ignorance f truth n stupid behavior.
And then suddenly he tossed three one rupee coins at us,
One come to me n one to my mother,
Third one is lost somewhere,
When I opened my palm, a shining silver one rupee coin is there.
And then he come near to me,
Did not ask but I felt, indeed,
To forward my hands to him
So that he could give me a gift.
A pure white shining hankerchief,
Just like his own skin,
Boadered with silver lining,
He slightly put it on my hands n began leaving.
I saw the hankerchief again
And then at him, now in no pain,
His presence now getting blurred n dim,
And I am coming back from my dream.
4.
I opened my eyes, its five-thirty
And I remembered clearly what I have seen.
Now no physical pain or mental stress remained, how strange..!!
And I can have a dream-less sleep again.
So, I closed my eyes to sleep again
And wake up in 'a moment', that's what I felt,
But 'oh my God' its ten-thirty on the clock,
Five hours of dream-less sleep I have never thought..!!
What a relief I am feeling now,
As if five hours of meditation I have had gone,
What a 'dream of Seclusin' I had
That the life has now become painles, feelingless, fearless n sacred..
And here the day has gone in vain,
Full of stress and physical pain,
So many questions, enquiries uncertain,
Why this? Why that? Why not? Still in brain.
The Day began with head in pain,
Muscles streched and brain's veins in strain,
But the work's importance should remain,
Till the last calorie in the body prevail.
Finally, the Night
Has come as a delight,
To rescue and fight
From the cruelities of life.
Now, let me go in that unconscious flight
Where there are no worries reside
In either body, mind or sight
And only imagination fly high and high.
And there is the 'click' of that moment
And I am transported to another parallel world of No-Man,
Where only shadows reside and soul fly,
We call it 'unconscious' but it tells what we are as 'ourselves'.
The journey started as a normal a day,
Problems, problems and prolems still stay,
But we as a spectator and not as actors of real life's play,
Watching ourselves, expecting that we always be this way.
Sometimes expected and sometimes in impossible way,
Like that we see ourselves n others in superficial ways.
This is what my dream is of last night,
Some celebratg n some tried to fight.
2.
I always wanted to enjoy the time
Of this auspicious marriage ceremony bind,
Where all come together and unite,
But what I felt was jaelous, callous n arrogance for each other inside.
And then I realized
That all possess light-hearts n has no light,
Some tried to make us apart
Made me sad with broken heart.
Few of us, isolated n distressed
Finding our way to the palace,
Where the ceremony is placed,
But no suitable means is there at that time n place.
So disheartened to see my own people behavg this way,
My heart trembles, felt the loneliness,
Expressed its insecurity in tears instead
And heart wisperd 'oh God' in utter helplesness.
3.
Then I saw a figure quite far,
In pure black long costume avatar,
Waving at us, askg to come near
To him, without thinkg n with no fear.
We all, excpt few who doubted,
Moved towards him undoubted,
The closer we go, the pleasant it felt,
Like a sinkg ship in ocean has found an island.
As the distance reducd, the blurredness decreased,
As if the dream is no more a dream,
Emotions un-felt, physical pain relieved
As we moved closer senses are ceased.
So close we are now
That the figure is clearly reveald,
So beautiful eyes I have never seen,
Sparkling like blue stars of heaven n so deep as cosmic sea.
Darkest of the dark Blackhole
Like curly hair it has.
If you continously stare
At them, the vision will loose its glare.
Bare foot n bright complexion,
So white the face's skin,
As if it has swallowed every drop of light within,
But still magically it can be seen.
When I lookd at him in no-emotion,
He smiled back with love n protectn,
The blue twinkling mysterious eyes I wil nevr forget,
The bonding I felt that moment can not be expressed.
Oh wait..!! Let me tell u about his beard,
A mixture of white n black long hair,
When I concentrated my eyes there,
He understood my confusd look like a father, n smiled,so rare.!!
A father who feel pleasure at his child's ignorance f truth n stupid behavior.
And then suddenly he tossed three one rupee coins at us,
One come to me n one to my mother,
Third one is lost somewhere,
When I opened my palm, a shining silver one rupee coin is there.
And then he come near to me,
Did not ask but I felt, indeed,
To forward my hands to him
So that he could give me a gift.
A pure white shining hankerchief,
Just like his own skin,
Boadered with silver lining,
He slightly put it on my hands n began leaving.
I saw the hankerchief again
And then at him, now in no pain,
His presence now getting blurred n dim,
And I am coming back from my dream.
4.
I opened my eyes, its five-thirty
And I remembered clearly what I have seen.
Now no physical pain or mental stress remained, how strange..!!
And I can have a dream-less sleep again.
So, I closed my eyes to sleep again
And wake up in 'a moment', that's what I felt,
But 'oh my God' its ten-thirty on the clock,
Five hours of dream-less sleep I have never thought..!!
What a relief I am feeling now,
As if five hours of meditation I have had gone,
What a 'dream of Seclusin' I had
That the life has now become painles, feelingless, fearless n sacred..
Friday, October 8, 2010
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’ ...
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’
Suppressed, depressed; and surfaced crust
Of illusionary freedom, where liberty, equality and fraternity won
And ‘majority wins’ is the slo(w)-gun.
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’
Once lived, learned and died just,
Now confused, ambiguous, guilty and thirst’,
Dominate the lives of both the sexes un-biased.
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’
Always left ego at its worst,
Now is the time it(ego) tried and tests itself at its best
And enjoying the prize of suc(k)-cess,
By sacrificing selves and leaving living dead.
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’
Need to be brought back to Earth
For the lasting Peace of Divinity’s Dream.
Only Human has that vision supreme
And feel again the honor of being a Human-being.
Suppressed, depressed; and surfaced crust
Of illusionary freedom, where liberty, equality and fraternity won
And ‘majority wins’ is the slo(w)-gun.
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’
Once lived, learned and died just,
Now confused, ambiguous, guilty and thirst’,
Dominate the lives of both the sexes un-biased.
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’
Always left ego at its worst,
Now is the time it(ego) tried and tests itself at its best
And enjoying the prize of suc(k)-cess,
By sacrificing selves and leaving living dead.
The Shadowed ‘we’ in colored ‘us’
Need to be brought back to Earth
For the lasting Peace of Divinity’s Dream.
Only Human has that vision supreme
And feel again the honor of being a Human-being.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Wave.
Where am I today?
On a floating wave..!!
A wave of life
Reducing in height
As moves with tides.
The faster it moves
The sooner will it hit the shore
Ending where the end begins.
Where am I today?
On a floating wave..!!
A wave of emotion
Come and go,
The mind would never know
And try let it not,
Why?... Don't you know?
Isn't it 'rationality' with which we want to grow?
The mind will blow if we let emotions flow.
Where am I today?
On a floating wave..!!
A wave in waves,
All expanding,
All streching,
All diving in time and space,
Never disturbed each other's way.
Can't we try to merge in the way?
May be that would find some answers
And the waves would understand the wind some day..!!
So, where would I want to be?
On a single wave, on a single wave..!!
Where the wind will be felt,
Where both the sea and the sea-shore will be known,
Where no beginning, no end would persist
Because the wind, the sea and the sea-shore,
All will merge to form a single Whole.
On a floating wave..!!
A wave of life
Reducing in height
As moves with tides.
The faster it moves
The sooner will it hit the shore
Ending where the end begins.
Where am I today?
On a floating wave..!!
A wave of emotion
Come and go,
The mind would never know
And try let it not,
Why?... Don't you know?
Isn't it 'rationality' with which we want to grow?
The mind will blow if we let emotions flow.
Where am I today?
On a floating wave..!!
A wave in waves,
All expanding,
All streching,
All diving in time and space,
Never disturbed each other's way.
Can't we try to merge in the way?
May be that would find some answers
And the waves would understand the wind some day..!!
So, where would I want to be?
On a single wave, on a single wave..!!
Where the wind will be felt,
Where both the sea and the sea-shore will be known,
Where no beginning, no end would persist
Because the wind, the sea and the sea-shore,
All will merge to form a single Whole.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Quotes..
I think Humans are born to live in Fancy, because even science has its origin from imagination but then later it considered 'imagination' as an abstract. SO "SCIENCE" IS LIKE HUMAN, THINKS THAT IT KNOWS EVERYTHING BUT STILL KNOW NOTHING AND "FANCY" IS LIKE GOD THAT SEEMS NOTHING BUT STILL ANSWERS EVERYTHING.
Success comes from within, once you 'know' it you achieve it..
Something in my ears whispered in the morning and wakes me up in tears. That was the sound of life, again forcing to live and wear the cloths that swallow my true self everyday...
1st: Peace is like un-reached snow on mountains, it's like a new born baby's heart, It's like a man of no vision, no voice, no touch, no ears but only with a sense of being alive... 2nd: It's like you and I without any bars, it's like good without evil, it's like hate without love, it's like God without Man, it's like ......Man without mind. So Peace in today's world is something that cannot exist without Wars!!
I am on my way to Discover the World but the problem is, there are no Words Discovered yet to explain "My Discovered World"...
Oh this heart of mine filled with blood of love, why is it like a sponge? The more it is crushed the more it spreads love and leaves a kind of pain which rather satisfies then hurt..!!
Like a white rose in a bunch of red roses, like a pilot of a crashing aircraft full of passengers, like the earth in whole cosmos limited to life, like the life on earth devoid of any best kind, like a baby born blind, like a man dies without a single crime, like humanity always unknown to human, like divinity never defined by God..... Like what our existence seems, only known to one's own self but will always be an unsolved paradox for all other mankind..!! 25/02/10
Women are best in making perfect budgets even in very low income of their husbands... If a woman takes her country as her husband then?? 26/02/10
The 'truth' comes in your life only when you are sick, it makes you realize that God has employed 'body' as a jailer of the prison, in which 'mind' is punished for his crime to 'think' of flying beyond "himself". 17/03/10
I love My-self for never being Myself...Because My-self gives birth to 'Ego' and I want to save Myself for being My-self..!! 18/03/10
We are more restricted by our own mind instead of society.. I do not blame society, I blame Myself..!! 20/03/2010
A true writer is the one who suffers fame posthumously and enjoys pain while living..!! 22/03/2010
What is above Myself is being not with my self.. The problem comes when I reach at the level where I am not with my self, I have to re-create another self which is called "self-less Self".. And then I become confuse again..!! 3/04/2010
Life in a metro is like 'Metro' only... compartmentalized, fast, always on iron track, stop to rest only on fixed stations/destinations, same repetitive roots, within limits, computerized instructions, congested, hygienic in appearance and last but not the least 'you are alone and most insecure even when it is full of passengers'.. 10/04/2010
If anyhow we have to keep on moving.. Where to go??.. To go??.. Decide?? What?? ..... okk..!! Decided..!! Then??.. Remove?? What?? Obstacles??... ok..!! Removed..!! Now?? Again decide?? What?? Next thing to achieve?? Ohh..!! Tough..!! Never mind..!! Losers cannot survive..!! okk done.. Now?? Now?? Next?? Then?? Next..!! Now?? Now?? Now?? ....... Sorry it's time to retire..!! WHAT?? OVER?? But life has just started.. 16/04/2010
The complexities of life have become so complex that it can be seen in the most mundane things. Now d whole drama of space and time of human development seems to me like a person struggling to survive. Where he starts with the easiest things to learn and ends either in 'bewilderment' or in 'nothingness'. We are still in struggling stage. Our struggle will end when all of us will achieve pure 'nothingness' without any doubt. 19/04/2010
Success comes from within, once you 'know' it you achieve it..
Something in my ears whispered in the morning and wakes me up in tears. That was the sound of life, again forcing to live and wear the cloths that swallow my true self everyday...
1st: Peace is like un-reached snow on mountains, it's like a new born baby's heart, It's like a man of no vision, no voice, no touch, no ears but only with a sense of being alive... 2nd: It's like you and I without any bars, it's like good without evil, it's like hate without love, it's like God without Man, it's like ......Man without mind. So Peace in today's world is something that cannot exist without Wars!!
I am on my way to Discover the World but the problem is, there are no Words Discovered yet to explain "My Discovered World"...
Oh this heart of mine filled with blood of love, why is it like a sponge? The more it is crushed the more it spreads love and leaves a kind of pain which rather satisfies then hurt..!!
Like a white rose in a bunch of red roses, like a pilot of a crashing aircraft full of passengers, like the earth in whole cosmos limited to life, like the life on earth devoid of any best kind, like a baby born blind, like a man dies without a single crime, like humanity always unknown to human, like divinity never defined by God..... Like what our existence seems, only known to one's own self but will always be an unsolved paradox for all other mankind..!! 25/02/10
Women are best in making perfect budgets even in very low income of their husbands... If a woman takes her country as her husband then?? 26/02/10
The 'truth' comes in your life only when you are sick, it makes you realize that God has employed 'body' as a jailer of the prison, in which 'mind' is punished for his crime to 'think' of flying beyond "himself". 17/03/10
I love My-self for never being Myself...Because My-self gives birth to 'Ego' and I want to save Myself for being My-self..!! 18/03/10
We are more restricted by our own mind instead of society.. I do not blame society, I blame Myself..!! 20/03/2010
A true writer is the one who suffers fame posthumously and enjoys pain while living..!! 22/03/2010
What is above Myself is being not with my self.. The problem comes when I reach at the level where I am not with my self, I have to re-create another self which is called "self-less Self".. And then I become confuse again..!! 3/04/2010
Life in a metro is like 'Metro' only... compartmentalized, fast, always on iron track, stop to rest only on fixed stations/destinations, same repetitive roots, within limits, computerized instructions, congested, hygienic in appearance and last but not the least 'you are alone and most insecure even when it is full of passengers'.. 10/04/2010
If anyhow we have to keep on moving.. Where to go??.. To go??.. Decide?? What?? ..... okk..!! Decided..!! Then??.. Remove?? What?? Obstacles??... ok..!! Removed..!! Now?? Again decide?? What?? Next thing to achieve?? Ohh..!! Tough..!! Never mind..!! Losers cannot survive..!! okk done.. Now?? Now?? Next?? Then?? Next..!! Now?? Now?? Now?? ....... Sorry it's time to retire..!! WHAT?? OVER?? But life has just started.. 16/04/2010
The complexities of life have become so complex that it can be seen in the most mundane things. Now d whole drama of space and time of human development seems to me like a person struggling to survive. Where he starts with the easiest things to learn and ends either in 'bewilderment' or in 'nothingness'. We are still in struggling stage. Our struggle will end when all of us will achieve pure 'nothingness' without any doubt. 19/04/2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
LIFE AND DEATH IS NOT COMPLEX..!!
Where is air in space?
But still things are living.
What breaths and beats there?
But still everything is moving.
Everything is living,
Because of the thought.
What if the thought is something dead?
And thought-less persist in actual sense?
Things living or things dead, exist for itself.
Everything is dead for all things, living or dead.
The philosophy of life and death,
The science of living and dying,
The physics of Einstein,
Regarding light, space and time.
Forced me to think again
The definitions of all the things defined and undefined,
And my language solved everything
By surrendering its power, itself!
So, it is not the thoughtlessness that lives and thinking that dies,
It is the inexpressibleness of thought that lives to kill us inside,
It is the unimaginable imaginations thrives the moment we know language,
That creates this gap between life and death
And distinction between living and dead,
Resulting in the ever-growing mysteries
And never-ending needless search for it-Self,
Though nothing is living and nothing is dead
Or everything is living and everything is dead.
But still things are living.
What breaths and beats there?
But still everything is moving.
Everything is living,
Because of the thought.
What if the thought is something dead?
And thought-less persist in actual sense?
Things living or things dead, exist for itself.
Everything is dead for all things, living or dead.
The philosophy of life and death,
The science of living and dying,
The physics of Einstein,
Regarding light, space and time.
Forced me to think again
The definitions of all the things defined and undefined,
And my language solved everything
By surrendering its power, itself!
So, it is not the thoughtlessness that lives and thinking that dies,
It is the inexpressibleness of thought that lives to kill us inside,
It is the unimaginable imaginations thrives the moment we know language,
That creates this gap between life and death
And distinction between living and dead,
Resulting in the ever-growing mysteries
And never-ending needless search for it-Self,
Though nothing is living and nothing is dead
Or everything is living and everything is dead.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
SEARCH IS OVER..
Raise-up, above notions
Of your imprisoned personality,
Fly not like a bird, genetically defined,
But like a true human mind
Across culture, space and time.
The time of lamentation has passed away,
Enough is enough to betray your race.
Let us all come and join,
Not hands but the humanity that resides
Silently within all of us,
Always whispering in ours and our forefather’s mind.
Let us finally come back
After thousands of years of search,
After declining and declining from the starting line,
Let us begin searching that starting point
And end searching the un-natural ways of life.
The lady in my heart shouts and cry,
“ Love! Compassion! Love! Compassion!”
The gentleman of my mind strives to try,
To balance the fight for justice,
To come up as a winner for the victory of God’s human.
And let my heart and mind marry
To give birth to a child that
Either has both heart and mind inside,
Or none to sacrifice.
Of your imprisoned personality,
Fly not like a bird, genetically defined,
But like a true human mind
Across culture, space and time.
The time of lamentation has passed away,
Enough is enough to betray your race.
Let us all come and join,
Not hands but the humanity that resides
Silently within all of us,
Always whispering in ours and our forefather’s mind.
Let us finally come back
After thousands of years of search,
After declining and declining from the starting line,
Let us begin searching that starting point
And end searching the un-natural ways of life.
The lady in my heart shouts and cry,
“ Love! Compassion! Love! Compassion!”
The gentleman of my mind strives to try,
To balance the fight for justice,
To come up as a winner for the victory of God’s human.
And let my heart and mind marry
To give birth to a child that
Either has both heart and mind inside,
Or none to sacrifice.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Ignored Beauty
In that fine wet morning when I saw you my ‘sun’,
It reflects the same brightness I ignored once,
Because today your mood is like I was once,
Peeping out with a sense of protection
And spreading the light of life considering how rare it has become.
I need you my ‘sun’ even at blind nights,
No one on earth can give me this delight,
I love you for being there in this false city,
Now I can console my life,
Yes all is not lost, still something’s are alive.
Though this moment is momentary,
This golden sight will disappear,
Oh wait don’t go!! Let me capture you my ‘sun’
With the blink of my eyes
And imprison you forever in here.
Staring in my hands reminds me that I belong here,
My path is defined and I have to look there
No matter what I bear,
But I cannot ignore you my ‘sun’ like others,
Even if my life is at stake and death, it wears.
Is this the ‘power of beauty’?
Powerful it is, enough to kill.
Passionate, tempting and magnetic... But is it real?
Will this sort of death makes life worth living?
Will this love of beauty finally rest me in peace?
Can this beauty rescue mankind from its fears?
Is this what our past could not look?
Is this beauty from our present has disappeared?
Is this what our future will always lack and has doomed never to hear?
Is it so then I am lucky enough to know ‘the hidden beauty’ just revealed.
Oh my ‘sun’, what have you revealed to me?
I am nowhere around where I was when I didn’t see you,
Still on the same path, still same things to bear,
Still as rational as I was, as pragmatic as one cannot,
But now the difference is the sense of a complete self
Born out of your incomplete vision of yours
Yes this is the answer you have given to me my ‘sun’,
That without beauty man is an incomplete self
Throughout his life, till his death,
And that’s what I pity and regret
That human mind has failed to detect
The eternal bliss in you, in others and in himself…
It reflects the same brightness I ignored once,
Because today your mood is like I was once,
Peeping out with a sense of protection
And spreading the light of life considering how rare it has become.
I need you my ‘sun’ even at blind nights,
No one on earth can give me this delight,
I love you for being there in this false city,
Now I can console my life,
Yes all is not lost, still something’s are alive.
Though this moment is momentary,
This golden sight will disappear,
Oh wait don’t go!! Let me capture you my ‘sun’
With the blink of my eyes
And imprison you forever in here.
Staring in my hands reminds me that I belong here,
My path is defined and I have to look there
No matter what I bear,
But I cannot ignore you my ‘sun’ like others,
Even if my life is at stake and death, it wears.
Is this the ‘power of beauty’?
Powerful it is, enough to kill.
Passionate, tempting and magnetic... But is it real?
Will this sort of death makes life worth living?
Will this love of beauty finally rest me in peace?
Can this beauty rescue mankind from its fears?
Is this what our past could not look?
Is this beauty from our present has disappeared?
Is this what our future will always lack and has doomed never to hear?
Is it so then I am lucky enough to know ‘the hidden beauty’ just revealed.
Oh my ‘sun’, what have you revealed to me?
I am nowhere around where I was when I didn’t see you,
Still on the same path, still same things to bear,
Still as rational as I was, as pragmatic as one cannot,
But now the difference is the sense of a complete self
Born out of your incomplete vision of yours
Yes this is the answer you have given to me my ‘sun’,
That without beauty man is an incomplete self
Throughout his life, till his death,
And that’s what I pity and regret
That human mind has failed to detect
The eternal bliss in you, in others and in himself…
Thursday, February 4, 2010
POEM WITH NO TITLE
Floating on the waves of distress and merry,
School of life on a boat,
That has undefined souls to carry,
On a journey that needs to be unfold.
Though, it is hard to know the realities of reality,
It is hard to imagine the imaginations of mind,
It is impossible to solve the unsolved mysteries
Of life, as one is solved other approaches like the passage of time.
It seems like every drop of knowledge
Brings a whole sea of puzzles to solve
And to solve every single puzzle of that drop
Just think how much have we lost?
School of life on a boat,
That has undefined souls to carry,
On a journey that needs to be unfold.
Though, it is hard to know the realities of reality,
It is hard to imagine the imaginations of mind,
It is impossible to solve the unsolved mysteries
Of life, as one is solved other approaches like the passage of time.
It seems like every drop of knowledge
Brings a whole sea of puzzles to solve
And to solve every single puzzle of that drop
Just think how much have we lost?
Some more Quotes
Where my space lies in that darkness of closed eyes? I want open those to know the light but scared of being caught in confusions and more confusions undefined... who knows but maybe the darkness is light..!!
Life tell you how to die, death tell you how to live..
The meaning of 'loneliness' is not when you are alone in your room and away from people, it's at that moment when you are center of attention but still detached.
The World is getting smaller as I am getting older..!!
Books, the moment they are written they become past. We need them to write future at its best...
Instead of reading holy texts Read your-self first which itself is a holy text.
One religion gives paradise, two leads to doubt and fight, three- a sense of who's better and wise... if 'many'- they just simply destroy.
And here begins the war between God and Human Mind, As Apophis is approaching earth By displacing the matter, space and time. Is it to punish or another effort To make this world one again and to unify??
Who say "life is to enjoy?".. It is to watch > experience > learn > analyse > rectify > conclude > make it happen and then >>>>>>> Enjoy..
Life tell you how to die, death tell you how to live..
The meaning of 'loneliness' is not when you are alone in your room and away from people, it's at that moment when you are center of attention but still detached.
The World is getting smaller as I am getting older..!!
Books, the moment they are written they become past. We need them to write future at its best...
Instead of reading holy texts Read your-self first which itself is a holy text.
One religion gives paradise, two leads to doubt and fight, three- a sense of who's better and wise... if 'many'- they just simply destroy.
And here begins the war between God and Human Mind, As Apophis is approaching earth By displacing the matter, space and time. Is it to punish or another effort To make this world one again and to unify??
Who say "life is to enjoy?".. It is to watch > experience > learn > analyse > rectify > conclude > make it happen and then >>>>>>> Enjoy..
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Corruption <> Pollution
From ground to sky,
From basement to terrace.
Lies what you breathe,
Lies what you live.
Pollution! Pollution!
Corruption! Corruption!
From air to lungs,
From lungs to heart,
From heart to mind
And even soul is not apart.
This everyone knows,
This everyone has said,
History being an example
Of an inevitable fare.
Polluted heart?
Or corrupted soul?
Or polluted soul?
Or corrupted heart?
What is what
Is quite hard.
Carbon! Carbon! Emissions are everywhere.
Common let’s eat it, it’s our basis,
Oh! But wait it’s not real
Produced by man to destroy the real.
Corrupted souls have destroyed the real,
Polluted ones are the result of fear,
Corrupted hearts led it further
To give us polluted hearts as a perfect deal.
I am talking about the cause,
It’s expansion and it’s result.
But what is the solution we have here?
Where will be its end finally, finally what we’ll have to bear?
What? Strange!! Are you asking me?
I am just a student of twenty-three years.
My mind can only float here and there,
But to give the answers
Are the work of scholars we see everywhere.
But only kind politicians
Of least corrupted soul
And least corrupted heart
Should bear.
And by only doctors
Of least polluted heart
And of least polluted soul,
The doubt should get cleared.
Everyone say that it is Hell,
That is everywhere.
Though the hell is everywhere
My heaven resides in me
And within me it reflects the heaven
Present everywhere.
This is my answer
For all of you, my dear!
But as I am only of twenty-three years
Will you listen to me? No! I know it’s clear.
From basement to terrace.
Lies what you breathe,
Lies what you live.
Pollution! Pollution!
Corruption! Corruption!
From air to lungs,
From lungs to heart,
From heart to mind
And even soul is not apart.
This everyone knows,
This everyone has said,
History being an example
Of an inevitable fare.
Polluted heart?
Or corrupted soul?
Or polluted soul?
Or corrupted heart?
What is what
Is quite hard.
Carbon! Carbon! Emissions are everywhere.
Common let’s eat it, it’s our basis,
Oh! But wait it’s not real
Produced by man to destroy the real.
Corrupted souls have destroyed the real,
Polluted ones are the result of fear,
Corrupted hearts led it further
To give us polluted hearts as a perfect deal.
I am talking about the cause,
It’s expansion and it’s result.
But what is the solution we have here?
Where will be its end finally, finally what we’ll have to bear?
What? Strange!! Are you asking me?
I am just a student of twenty-three years.
My mind can only float here and there,
But to give the answers
Are the work of scholars we see everywhere.
But only kind politicians
Of least corrupted soul
And least corrupted heart
Should bear.
And by only doctors
Of least polluted heart
And of least polluted soul,
The doubt should get cleared.
Everyone say that it is Hell,
That is everywhere.
Though the hell is everywhere
My heaven resides in me
And within me it reflects the heaven
Present everywhere.
This is my answer
For all of you, my dear!
But as I am only of twenty-three years
Will you listen to me? No! I know it’s clear.
LOVE!!
Changing meanings
In this changing world
Are obvious things
Whatever is the word.
‘Love’ is a word
I thought would never change.
Love is the feeling
I thought will always remain same.
Is it the love which you
Need when you are away from your family?
Or is it the one which you
Experience close to your lover?
Is it the love which you
See in smile of your wife and children?
Or is it the one which you
Feel when you sleep but with another man/woman?
So what is ‘Love’?
Is it body?
Or is it soul?
Is it still a part of you?
Or is it a feeling you just want to throw?
Is it only a thing which you
Want to experience?
Or is it a feeling with which you
Always want to grow?
People say ‘love is blind’,
Rightly said
As in today’s world
It is ‘consciously blind’.
You want something
But you do something,
You think you love someone
But you still marry another one.
You try to be loyal to everyone
But you are not to yourself.
And when you are to yourself
You lose other’s faith.
What is ‘Love’ then?
Is it worth to show or to hide?
Is it a sin or wise?
Is it a start or end of your life?
Whatever it is
Does it has a price?
Conditioned with lot of conditions
Love is institutionalized.
But there is something,
Within us it nurture and modify,
It is the desire to love the ‘love’,
To know the truth and to always do right.
So the day of Birth,
Birth of a new religion is at sight.
We at present call it Humanity,
In future it will be the reason to Unite
And solution for everyone’s sighs.
In this changing world
Are obvious things
Whatever is the word.
‘Love’ is a word
I thought would never change.
Love is the feeling
I thought will always remain same.
Is it the love which you
Need when you are away from your family?
Or is it the one which you
Experience close to your lover?
Is it the love which you
See in smile of your wife and children?
Or is it the one which you
Feel when you sleep but with another man/woman?
So what is ‘Love’?
Is it body?
Or is it soul?
Is it still a part of you?
Or is it a feeling you just want to throw?
Is it only a thing which you
Want to experience?
Or is it a feeling with which you
Always want to grow?
People say ‘love is blind’,
Rightly said
As in today’s world
It is ‘consciously blind’.
You want something
But you do something,
You think you love someone
But you still marry another one.
You try to be loyal to everyone
But you are not to yourself.
And when you are to yourself
You lose other’s faith.
What is ‘Love’ then?
Is it worth to show or to hide?
Is it a sin or wise?
Is it a start or end of your life?
Whatever it is
Does it has a price?
Conditioned with lot of conditions
Love is institutionalized.
But there is something,
Within us it nurture and modify,
It is the desire to love the ‘love’,
To know the truth and to always do right.
So the day of Birth,
Birth of a new religion is at sight.
We at present call it Humanity,
In future it will be the reason to Unite
And solution for everyone’s sighs.
My Quotes
‘Love’ is fundamental principle of ‘dependence’, desired by everyone. SO, Love no one but GOD and depend on nobody but on your own self—to satisfy all of your desires.
What u know is just a beginning so let’s start knowing others..
Let me live my own dreams and not of other. Let me see my own Realities to live and surrender for the other…
'I' cannot bring change, 'we' can... And 'we'? 'We' include both who give votes n those who win votes. If anyone will work itself without caring 4 other, it'll again become 'I' n not 'we'.
Can anyone do me a favor? I want to become a politician but not a famous one. I want to become an actress but without make-up. I want to become a writer but without editor/publisher. So anyone?
AAj ki taaza khabar!! Lifeboy se nahao or Swine Flue bhagao.. Translation: Today's breaking news!! Lifeboy everyday keeps Swine Flu away.. :P
I want to become citizen of the world without being an Indian.. or I want to remain an Indian unknown by the world..
Universe or this whole cosmos for GOD and Earth for world leaders, merely a toy to play with...
I only want peace of mind and heart, rest is just a part of it..
What do you mean by "Education"? I say "even a PhD. holder is not educated if...........” No need to explain........... All educated person know what I’m saying... RIGHT?
What u know is just a beginning so let’s start knowing others..
Let me live my own dreams and not of other. Let me see my own Realities to live and surrender for the other…
'I' cannot bring change, 'we' can... And 'we'? 'We' include both who give votes n those who win votes. If anyone will work itself without caring 4 other, it'll again become 'I' n not 'we'.
Can anyone do me a favor? I want to become a politician but not a famous one. I want to become an actress but without make-up. I want to become a writer but without editor/publisher. So anyone?
AAj ki taaza khabar!! Lifeboy se nahao or Swine Flue bhagao.. Translation: Today's breaking news!! Lifeboy everyday keeps Swine Flu away.. :P
I want to become citizen of the world without being an Indian.. or I want to remain an Indian unknown by the world..
Universe or this whole cosmos for GOD and Earth for world leaders, merely a toy to play with...
I only want peace of mind and heart, rest is just a part of it..
What do you mean by "Education"? I say "even a PhD. holder is not educated if...........” No need to explain........... All educated person know what I’m saying... RIGHT?
Monday, January 11, 2010
Inspired by Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam’s poem “To the Memory of My Family- My Mother”
To the Memory of My Faith
My God
Sea of all cosmos, golden world, unconscious precious faith,
Faiths from in-numerous streets, all merge into one,
My God!
Your presence comes to me like heaven’s delight.
I remember the days of my being’s intrinsic dilemmas and toils-
Need modified thoughts, before one can rise,
Craving to learn both from evil and wise.
Again need to modify ‘the self’ in the school of life.
Hills blocking the road towards the aim,
But the temples on them recollect the energies lost,
With every hour ‘I rise’ towards the school of life.
Failures not apart but motivated alike.
All this pain of a young heart,
My Lord you modify the body into a pious soul
That kneels and bow infinite times
For that eternal perfection only, My God!
Your strong love is your children’s strength,
You always showed and showed the path against fear.
I still remember the day I was lost,
Sleeping with deep ignorance to envy that eternal strength,
Almost surrounded by full moon night’s illusions
And my longing, pain, suffering you knew God,
My Lord!
When at nights no one was there, My Lord!
You’re that transcendental warm presence
That sweeps every single tear,
Only a drop of this sense of your oceanic grace
Made me fearless, complete and safe!
Why have you given me birth and parted me from you?
Today is the judgment day for me as I know you My Lord!
My God!
My God
Sea of all cosmos, golden world, unconscious precious faith,
Faiths from in-numerous streets, all merge into one,
My God!
Your presence comes to me like heaven’s delight.
I remember the days of my being’s intrinsic dilemmas and toils-
Need modified thoughts, before one can rise,
Craving to learn both from evil and wise.
Again need to modify ‘the self’ in the school of life.
Hills blocking the road towards the aim,
But the temples on them recollect the energies lost,
With every hour ‘I rise’ towards the school of life.
Failures not apart but motivated alike.
All this pain of a young heart,
My Lord you modify the body into a pious soul
That kneels and bow infinite times
For that eternal perfection only, My God!
Your strong love is your children’s strength,
You always showed and showed the path against fear.
I still remember the day I was lost,
Sleeping with deep ignorance to envy that eternal strength,
Almost surrounded by full moon night’s illusions
And my longing, pain, suffering you knew God,
My Lord!
When at nights no one was there, My Lord!
You’re that transcendental warm presence
That sweeps every single tear,
Only a drop of this sense of your oceanic grace
Made me fearless, complete and safe!
Why have you given me birth and parted me from you?
Today is the judgment day for me as I know you My Lord!
My God!
Saturday, November 14, 2009
WHOME TO BLAME?
Again the rain is here
But with the winter's charm
And my heart sinks in the quilt of tears
For that never fulfilled warmth.
Why the smoothness of blanket doesn't soothes?
Why this chilling chilled-night doesn't move?
Why these eyes that were full of dreams once
Dare not to close again for the fear of tears?
Spring once promised me
In his deepest passion
That he'll bring me the lost warmth
By opposing summer's burning weather.
But now he's late
So his warmth is also delayed.
Resulted in the suffering of all
And left me as cold as this rain.
But whom shall I blame
For his delay?
It is I who never cared for him
It is I who were busy in my dreams.
Now this rain reminds me of my mistake,
This rain has brought back that pain,
This winter rain has forced me to know
The loneliness and coldness I suffer
Are because of my own carelessness, I wondered!
But with the winter's charm
And my heart sinks in the quilt of tears
For that never fulfilled warmth.
Why the smoothness of blanket doesn't soothes?
Why this chilling chilled-night doesn't move?
Why these eyes that were full of dreams once
Dare not to close again for the fear of tears?
Spring once promised me
In his deepest passion
That he'll bring me the lost warmth
By opposing summer's burning weather.
But now he's late
So his warmth is also delayed.
Resulted in the suffering of all
And left me as cold as this rain.
But whom shall I blame
For his delay?
It is I who never cared for him
It is I who were busy in my dreams.
Now this rain reminds me of my mistake,
This rain has brought back that pain,
This winter rain has forced me to know
The loneliness and coldness I suffer
Are because of my own carelessness, I wondered!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Letter to Sheila Dikshit.
Hon'ble Madam,
Being a proud citizen of India I feel it is my duty to inform respected madam that the condition of harassment of ladies in Delhi has not improved as equally as the standard of living in the city. Though we have new low-floor, air conditioned buses, metro and newly constructed flyovers somewhere we have lacked in pouring a sensibility in the mentality of people. It has remained the same. Still there is no respect for ladies traveling in buses or metro.
As Commonwealth games are approaching, lot of tourists will come to attend the tournament but I am doubtful that what image we will be left with when our respected guests will encounter those men who can not even respect ladies traveling with them?
I would like to take hon’ble madam’s attention towards a very minute but extremely sensible issue which is directly related to a woman’s honor extrinsically and dignity intrinsically. It is the design and placement of metro train’s chairs. First of all there’s nothing attached to separate one chair form the other and second the place of chairs are opposite to each other in the extreme sides. People, who stand in between the chairs, always stand in the direction towards people who are sitting. This makes very embarrassing for ladies who are sitting. Moreover some men make it more embarrassing intentionally so that the girl or lady sitting opposite to them leave the seat herself. I have seen this happening with foreigners as well which forced me to write this letter.
Because it is not just for the honor and dignity of women but also for the honor and dignity of the nation it is my humble request to please take care of such minute issues. Either there should be an additional ladies compartment on every metro train or the design of chairs should be modified. Additional ladies compartment will be helpful for ladies who are traveling without any male counterpart. Moreover I would like to add that reservation of seats in metro or buses are least helpful for ladies as it is creating more hatred and disrespect for women. As we all know that men have a biological tendency to feel superior to women, so some of them feel it is their insult to leave their seat for women. It becomes a cause of cold war in the minds of both the gender. Instead of using the word ‘reservation’ it is important to write “being a man it is your duty to respect women, children and old people” and “being Indians it is our duty to respect our guests”. This will develop a sense of responsibility.
When the issue will be sort out I’d be grateful to respected madam on the behalf of every woman who has gone through such an experience.
With Warm Regards,
Dolly Jamwal.
Being a proud citizen of India I feel it is my duty to inform respected madam that the condition of harassment of ladies in Delhi has not improved as equally as the standard of living in the city. Though we have new low-floor, air conditioned buses, metro and newly constructed flyovers somewhere we have lacked in pouring a sensibility in the mentality of people. It has remained the same. Still there is no respect for ladies traveling in buses or metro.
As Commonwealth games are approaching, lot of tourists will come to attend the tournament but I am doubtful that what image we will be left with when our respected guests will encounter those men who can not even respect ladies traveling with them?
I would like to take hon’ble madam’s attention towards a very minute but extremely sensible issue which is directly related to a woman’s honor extrinsically and dignity intrinsically. It is the design and placement of metro train’s chairs. First of all there’s nothing attached to separate one chair form the other and second the place of chairs are opposite to each other in the extreme sides. People, who stand in between the chairs, always stand in the direction towards people who are sitting. This makes very embarrassing for ladies who are sitting. Moreover some men make it more embarrassing intentionally so that the girl or lady sitting opposite to them leave the seat herself. I have seen this happening with foreigners as well which forced me to write this letter.
Because it is not just for the honor and dignity of women but also for the honor and dignity of the nation it is my humble request to please take care of such minute issues. Either there should be an additional ladies compartment on every metro train or the design of chairs should be modified. Additional ladies compartment will be helpful for ladies who are traveling without any male counterpart. Moreover I would like to add that reservation of seats in metro or buses are least helpful for ladies as it is creating more hatred and disrespect for women. As we all know that men have a biological tendency to feel superior to women, so some of them feel it is their insult to leave their seat for women. It becomes a cause of cold war in the minds of both the gender. Instead of using the word ‘reservation’ it is important to write “being a man it is your duty to respect women, children and old people” and “being Indians it is our duty to respect our guests”. This will develop a sense of responsibility.
When the issue will be sort out I’d be grateful to respected madam on the behalf of every woman who has gone through such an experience.
With Warm Regards,
Dolly Jamwal.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
THE TRUTH?
The day I was born
Was the day I died
Because the truth is gone
Until I die to re-born.
May be we are born
When we die,
May be we die
When born.
May be when we say
‘Everything which is born has to die’ is wrong.
May be ‘you’ and ‘I’ is just another “form”.
May be there is a place
Where time is still?
What if the places we see in dreams?
Are just the other places we live?
Like light is relevant to
Only those who can see,
Is the conscious, which can think
For us as we need.
Like snake can’t listen
And blind can’t see.
For snake sound never exist
And for blind it is an alien land
If he can see.
May be we are lacking those senses,
To answer the questions,
To understand the things,
To know the world,
The universe
And the God.
And to understand the truth
Which might have never existed.
Was the day I died
Because the truth is gone
Until I die to re-born.
May be we are born
When we die,
May be we die
When born.
May be when we say
‘Everything which is born has to die’ is wrong.
May be ‘you’ and ‘I’ is just another “form”.
May be there is a place
Where time is still?
What if the places we see in dreams?
Are just the other places we live?
Like light is relevant to
Only those who can see,
Is the conscious, which can think
For us as we need.
Like snake can’t listen
And blind can’t see.
For snake sound never exist
And for blind it is an alien land
If he can see.
May be we are lacking those senses,
To answer the questions,
To understand the things,
To know the world,
The universe
And the God.
And to understand the truth
Which might have never existed.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Living in Infinities of Death
This is how life shatters apart,
This is how you have moments in parts.
Broken images
In broken mirrors
Can only be seen
Until the last image is unseen
And then it ends
With an assumption
That it’s an illusion
Yes! Love is an illusion.
Empty heart
Beats with no life,
Celestial bodies
Of universe are alike.
Hollowness prevails
In searching eyes,
Searching the hollowness of life
This ends
In the deep and dark hollowness of death.
Now the sky will
Always be black
Without rain.
And I will be swallowed
With this last piece of unwanted mirror,
In this empty universe,
Where neither life
Nor death is known,
Only infinities grows
And grows!
And grows!
And where end is for ever UNKNOWN.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
REAL IMAGINATION
I feel so bound in these boundaries,
So trapped in these puzzles,
So lost in these infinities,
So incomplete in perfection.
This feeling of detachment,
This feeling which pains,
This feeling of loss,
This feeling with strain.
Why it seems inevitable?
Why it’s so strange?
Why it’s making me helpless?
Why can’t I come up and re-gain?
As if I am loosing something,
Loosing something forever,
Something is going forever
In the shadows of my dream.
My dreams which had always been jolly,
Had always been jolly, my imagination.
My imagination, I want it to be real
But ‘reality’ I wish had never been.
Oh my imagination
Oh my soul
Please come out
And play your role.
What is bounding you?
You know it’s there.
You know you can do it
From whom are you scared?
It is there in front of you,
Not just in imagination
But in real too
How real you can make your
Imagination
And how imaginative your truth can be
It is up to me, I know
I know it is up to me...
You have to overcome it,
You have to be real,
You can’t live in imagination
Imagination is not real.
So trapped in these puzzles,
So lost in these infinities,
So incomplete in perfection.
This feeling of detachment,
This feeling which pains,
This feeling of loss,
This feeling with strain.
Why it seems inevitable?
Why it’s so strange?
Why it’s making me helpless?
Why can’t I come up and re-gain?
As if I am loosing something,
Loosing something forever,
Something is going forever
In the shadows of my dream.
My dreams which had always been jolly,
Had always been jolly, my imagination.
My imagination, I want it to be real
But ‘reality’ I wish had never been.
Oh my imagination
Oh my soul
Please come out
And play your role.
What is bounding you?
You know it’s there.
You know you can do it
From whom are you scared?
It is there in front of you,
Not just in imagination
But in real too
How real you can make your
Imagination
And how imaginative your truth can be
It is up to me, I know
I know it is up to me...
You have to overcome it,
You have to be real,
You can’t live in imagination
Imagination is not real.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
MADNESS- The Life
Can we listen?
Can we see?
Can we feel?
The light which has darkened
Deep and mysterious as a sea
Within you and me quite and genteel.
It had born.
It is growing.
It will end.
Came as a sweetcorn.
Growth continuously narrowing.
But its unconscious fear will never end.
Accept it?
Deny it?
Or let it go?
We deny humanity by accepting it,
We accept being a fool by denying it,
And we become god if we 'let it go!'
Yes! That's how we live,
That's why we die,
That's what makes 'the death'
More meaningful than 'life'.
The meaning of happiness is not alive.
The deep-silent sadness is visible in every single eye.
Whether we 'accept it', 'deny it' or 'let it go',
The Madness within us will always grow.
Can we see?
Can we feel?
The light which has darkened
Deep and mysterious as a sea
Within you and me quite and genteel.
It had born.
It is growing.
It will end.
Came as a sweetcorn.
Growth continuously narrowing.
But its unconscious fear will never end.
Accept it?
Deny it?
Or let it go?
We deny humanity by accepting it,
We accept being a fool by denying it,
And we become god if we 'let it go!'
Yes! That's how we live,
That's why we die,
That's what makes 'the death'
More meaningful than 'life'.
The meaning of happiness is not alive.
The deep-silent sadness is visible in every single eye.
Whether we 'accept it', 'deny it' or 'let it go',
The Madness within us will always grow.
We don't Exist within Us.
It is very unhappy, but too late to be helped, the discovery we have made that we exist. That discovery is called Fall of Man.
- Emerson, "Experience"
The very first ‘I’
And the very first ‘we’ after ‘I’
Both of them as a human being
Didn’t exist and still can’t be seen.
He made us, to him we belong
Humanity is his child
He has been nurturing us, as a father, from so long.
We have been killed
By ourselves,
Why have we given a ‘self’
When we don’t even belong to ourselves?
I have faith in him
But ‘I’ belong to myself
Everything is given by him
But the rights and wrongs are of myself.
How fake you are when you pray
And when you blame him.
How selfish you are when you pray
And you thank him.
How could he be blamed or thanked
When he gave you everything by giving you a ‘self’?
We mislead ourselves
By saying we believe in this or that.
We should not believe in this or that
But in our inner selves.
Instead of reading holy texts
Read yourself first
Which itself is a holy text.
If you juxtapose,
Compare and contrast
Every action and decision of yours
You will feel closer
To him and much faster
You will grow.
- Emerson, "Experience"
The very first ‘I’
And the very first ‘we’ after ‘I’
Both of them as a human being
Didn’t exist and still can’t be seen.
He made us, to him we belong
Humanity is his child
He has been nurturing us, as a father, from so long.
We have been killed
By ourselves,
Why have we given a ‘self’
When we don’t even belong to ourselves?
I have faith in him
But ‘I’ belong to myself
Everything is given by him
But the rights and wrongs are of myself.
How fake you are when you pray
And when you blame him.
How selfish you are when you pray
And you thank him.
How could he be blamed or thanked
When he gave you everything by giving you a ‘self’?
We mislead ourselves
By saying we believe in this or that.
We should not believe in this or that
But in our inner selves.
Instead of reading holy texts
Read yourself first
Which itself is a holy text.
If you juxtapose,
Compare and contrast
Every action and decision of yours
You will feel closer
To him and much faster
You will grow.
To Be A Human - Fortunate or Unfortunate?
Everything seems right,
Everything seems perfect,
Dreams seems always bright,
Hopes in eyes will always reflect,
I am with you, and
You will never leave me.
Why then sometimes I pretend
That I am alone? “I am alone”.
Confident and aim oriented
I am and will always be
In search of satisfaction, indeed
Craving, dieing and struggling to see,
To experience the intrinsic pleasure,
To understand the truth of being
And to release the extreme pressure
Of being alone and of being a human being.
This fact I can’t deny,
This fact of being a human being.
This fact that I am from a race
Which has created histories,
Which has conquered earth and sky,
Which has superior the non-human beings
And has won in every race
By submitting to eternal miseries.
Everything seems perfect,
Dreams seems always bright,
Hopes in eyes will always reflect,
I am with you, and
You will never leave me.
Why then sometimes I pretend
That I am alone? “I am alone”.
Confident and aim oriented
I am and will always be
In search of satisfaction, indeed
Craving, dieing and struggling to see,
To experience the intrinsic pleasure,
To understand the truth of being
And to release the extreme pressure
Of being alone and of being a human being.
This fact I can’t deny,
This fact of being a human being.
This fact that I am from a race
Which has created histories,
Which has conquered earth and sky,
Which has superior the non-human beings
And has won in every race
By submitting to eternal miseries.
In Search - You, Me and Everything
A place that is undefined
Is your Heart.
A place that is not reached
Is others Heart.
A thing that is untouched
Is your Soul.
A thing that is never born
Is others Soul.
Heart and Soul
Makes you and me.
But still so different
And still so mean.
You define me
And I define others
All other together
Defines every single thing.
Is your Heart.
A place that is not reached
Is others Heart.
A thing that is untouched
Is your Soul.
A thing that is never born
Is others Soul.
Heart and Soul
Makes you and me.
But still so different
And still so mean.
You define me
And I define others
All other together
Defines every single thing.
Monday, April 28, 2008
LIFE
“Once again life has gained,
Another point in giving me pain.
But my body and soul’s strength has regained,
And I will not let it happen again.
Let the storms destroy,
Let the fire burn.
They are against endless sky
And nurturing nature’s turn.”
Conscious of successful world,
Is similar to what I said,
Whom they are fooling?
I’ll cry, “there own self”, “ there own self”..!!
One is strong, if he kills his feelings,
And live as a dead.
By following society's norms
And by burning his intellect.
One’s ambitions are nothing
But result of the civilization
Where we experience, we suffer and we learn
By forgetting our emotions,
By letting fire make metal strong.
The more strong you perceive you are
The weaker you become by heart.
A successful man is hollow inside,
With lost soul and emotions aside.
So let me re-write the words again,
“Once again I have learned
Another lesson from Man’s experience.
The more I will experience,
The more I will learn,
By learning more I can understand the world and my soul.”
Life is a journey
Sometimes straight and sometimes turned
Where you have to see and you have to learn,
Everything happens to enlighten you,
Everything leads to A WAY TO TRUTH.
But we ‘the Human’ never realize,
We end up being sorrow and we end up crying,
Blaming that it is fated and we have to fight,
But no one realize the truth
That IT IS LIFE.
Another point in giving me pain.
But my body and soul’s strength has regained,
And I will not let it happen again.
Let the storms destroy,
Let the fire burn.
They are against endless sky
And nurturing nature’s turn.”
Conscious of successful world,
Is similar to what I said,
Whom they are fooling?
I’ll cry, “there own self”, “ there own self”..!!
One is strong, if he kills his feelings,
And live as a dead.
By following society's norms
And by burning his intellect.
One’s ambitions are nothing
But result of the civilization
Where we experience, we suffer and we learn
By forgetting our emotions,
By letting fire make metal strong.
The more strong you perceive you are
The weaker you become by heart.
A successful man is hollow inside,
With lost soul and emotions aside.
So let me re-write the words again,
“Once again I have learned
Another lesson from Man’s experience.
The more I will experience,
The more I will learn,
By learning more I can understand the world and my soul.”
Life is a journey
Sometimes straight and sometimes turned
Where you have to see and you have to learn,
Everything happens to enlighten you,
Everything leads to A WAY TO TRUTH.
But we ‘the Human’ never realize,
We end up being sorrow and we end up crying,
Blaming that it is fated and we have to fight,
But no one realize the truth
That IT IS LIFE.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
I am searching MYSELF, please come to me..!!
Needs, wants and desires,
Burning you and me like fire.
But deep inside the feeling
‘I’ am feeling
Why only ‘I’?
Why I and only I?
You are known
Of the ‘I’ you belong.
The suffering, the pain, the wounds
Is of that ‘I’ you belong.
Same are the feelings
Of ‘I’ies around you.
Understand it
They could be one of you.
‘My’ needs, ‘My’ wants and ‘My’ desires,
Are tiny and narrow
To ‘our’ needs, ‘our’ wants and ‘our’ desires.
Like a bereft arrow
In shadows and unstoppable flows
Cutting every single throat.
Protect yourself and learn this war,
Or we’ll be distant and far.
I want to simplify
This ‘I’
Juxtapose it with surrounded ‘I’ies
And got only one single reply,
I am still searching you,
I am still learning you.
Shall I desire for Myself
And kill the rest’s?
Or live for the Rest
And kill myself?
Ohh it’s scratching me, it’s burning me.
I am searching you Myself,
Please come to Me..!!
Burning you and me like fire.
But deep inside the feeling
‘I’ am feeling
Why only ‘I’?
Why I and only I?
You are known
Of the ‘I’ you belong.
The suffering, the pain, the wounds
Is of that ‘I’ you belong.
Same are the feelings
Of ‘I’ies around you.
Understand it
They could be one of you.
‘My’ needs, ‘My’ wants and ‘My’ desires,
Are tiny and narrow
To ‘our’ needs, ‘our’ wants and ‘our’ desires.
Like a bereft arrow
In shadows and unstoppable flows
Cutting every single throat.
Protect yourself and learn this war,
Or we’ll be distant and far.
I want to simplify
This ‘I’
Juxtapose it with surrounded ‘I’ies
And got only one single reply,
I am still searching you,
I am still learning you.
Shall I desire for Myself
And kill the rest’s?
Or live for the Rest
And kill myself?
Ohh it’s scratching me, it’s burning me.
I am searching you Myself,
Please come to Me..!!
Friday, December 28, 2007
Gujrat polls
Finally, the infamous image of Mr. Narendra Modi unintentionally made by opposition party's leaders resulted in BJP or I would rather say Mr. Modi's success. Congress even after being in opposition party seems to be campaigning for Mr. Modi. Moreover targeting only Mr. Modi as an individual and not BJP as a party made him 'hero' fighting alone 'for good' against 'all evil' (opposition) trying to suppress 'the good' for spreading 'evil' (terrorism).
Question arises why Ms. Sonia Gandhi's words "merchant of death"proved less effective than Mr. Modi's words "supporter of terrorism"?Confident and puissant speeches have a strong effect on 'aam admi's'mind. A good orator is one who can win his follower's heart and mind by his effective speeches and confident attitude, doesn't matter how many criminal cases he's involved in.
So, I would like to congratulate Mr. Modi for establishing an example of 'actual democracy', Gujratis for electing an impartial leader and congress too for giving Mr. Modi an infamous campaigning which actually end up making him more famous.
Question arises why Ms. Sonia Gandhi's words "merchant of death"proved less effective than Mr. Modi's words "supporter of terrorism"?Confident and puissant speeches have a strong effect on 'aam admi's'mind. A good orator is one who can win his follower's heart and mind by his effective speeches and confident attitude, doesn't matter how many criminal cases he's involved in.
So, I would like to congratulate Mr. Modi for establishing an example of 'actual democracy', Gujratis for electing an impartial leader and congress too for giving Mr. Modi an infamous campaigning which actually end up making him more famous.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
DEATH. An Escape..!!
Closed doors
And open vision,
Unwanted but desirous whore,
Life, is like a prison.
Death, if it's an escape,
Let me live the death,
Let me escape
Let me escape!
There is nothing
But heaven after life.
Living is hell,
Contradicting
Like black and white.
So white Death is
Peaceful, calm and 'full of life'.
Unlike life,
Black, as devil is
'full of death' and vice.
Why then I am living?
Why I am dieing?
I want to live the Death,
I want to live,
I want to Die.
And open vision,
Unwanted but desirous whore,
Life, is like a prison.
Death, if it's an escape,
Let me live the death,
Let me escape
Let me escape!
There is nothing
But heaven after life.
Living is hell,
Contradicting
Like black and white.
So white Death is
Peaceful, calm and 'full of life'.
Unlike life,
Black, as devil is
'full of death' and vice.
Why then I am living?
Why I am dieing?
I want to live the Death,
I want to live,
I want to Die.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
SHE
I have seen,
Her emotionless, quite but still Beautiful EYES,
Craving for mercy,
Unknown of vision,
But still searching for life,
Her Directionless EYES.
I have felt,
Her innocence but its dead,
Heart so hard
Of undeserved punishments
For being desireless,
Silence and suppressed.
I have listened,
Her painless but deeply effected cry,
Like life-giving but also deadly cloudy sky,
Throat completely dried,
Who will listen to you?
Oh my soul-less Soul’s Voice.
I have her smile,
Four years old but puissant,
Her eyes crimson,
Her heart broaden,
When I offer her a bar of chocolate.
I made her satisfy?
I don’t know!
But I am complete,
Yes I am…
When she expressed
Quietly,Her THNX.
Her emotionless, quite but still Beautiful EYES,
Craving for mercy,
Unknown of vision,
But still searching for life,
Her Directionless EYES.
I have felt,
Her innocence but its dead,
Heart so hard
Of undeserved punishments
For being desireless,
Silence and suppressed.
I have listened,
Her painless but deeply effected cry,
Like life-giving but also deadly cloudy sky,
Throat completely dried,
Who will listen to you?
Oh my soul-less Soul’s Voice.
I have her smile,
Four years old but puissant,
Her eyes crimson,
Her heart broaden,
When I offer her a bar of chocolate.
I made her satisfy?
I don’t know!
But I am complete,
Yes I am…
When she expressed
Quietly,Her THNX.
Femmes Discovered
I am thinking of past and present of KINDS,
Mind it, as I am a “Female Mind”,
Can tell you better, what’s there on her Side,
Its true, bear it, if thine are that much Fine…
SHE is not mysterious, but made to be,
When behind the curtains, they were not allowed to peep,
Made them die inside that darkness with their intellectual beauty,
Praised, complemented and gazed like diamonds…
Their beauty is not a disguise,
But your eyes gave her that identity to feel pride,
Don’t blame us, its YOU who perceived,
First suppress and then judge her MIND…
We never try to “impress”,
It’s you, who always TRY,
When it comes to commitment, your answer is always
A big “WHY??”…
When it comes to beauty,
Cosmetics are as equal as men’s Style,
To sell their products they made our society molded and modified,
Made women conscious of their beauty and men of their style…
So, listen with extreme consciousness
And then decide,
It’s not this brain that is working
But rather those environmental sides…
We both have same MIND,
But developed partial wise,
Try to understand and change,
If you can fight…
Mind it, as I am a “Female Mind”,
Can tell you better, what’s there on her Side,
Its true, bear it, if thine are that much Fine…
SHE is not mysterious, but made to be,
When behind the curtains, they were not allowed to peep,
Made them die inside that darkness with their intellectual beauty,
Praised, complemented and gazed like diamonds…
Their beauty is not a disguise,
But your eyes gave her that identity to feel pride,
Don’t blame us, its YOU who perceived,
First suppress and then judge her MIND…
We never try to “impress”,
It’s you, who always TRY,
When it comes to commitment, your answer is always
A big “WHY??”…
When it comes to beauty,
Cosmetics are as equal as men’s Style,
To sell their products they made our society molded and modified,
Made women conscious of their beauty and men of their style…
So, listen with extreme consciousness
And then decide,
It’s not this brain that is working
But rather those environmental sides…
We both have same MIND,
But developed partial wise,
Try to understand and change,
If you can fight…
DESIRES
Desires…
Some completed and some are on fire.
But cannot make me satisfied
Without being what I desire…
I am not what I want to be,
Leading towards it but no one can feel.
Struggling, forcing, balancing, am I?
Getting into it, deep and undefined.
Ignorance of others,
Conscious of mine,
Makes me think again,
Who am I?
I lost here,
When I doubted myself,
How can I mold the world?
If ‘I’ myself is not ‘My’self.
Whom to regret?
This is system,
A WAR,
Between one and others Mind.
I am Confused,
How to create the World without being Misused?
Tricked and trapped tracks,
Trying to open, as I am wrapped.
BUT, wait a minute!
Where I am going?
Is this what I wanted?
Is this what I Desired?
Am I modifying the world?
Or
I ‘My’self is being molded?
Let me think it again,
My Desires…
Some completed and some are on fire.
But cannot make me satisfied
Without being what I desire…
I am not what I want to be,
Leading towards it but no one can feel.
Struggling, forcing, balancing, am I?
Getting into it, deep and undefined.
Ignorance of others,
Conscious of mine,
Makes me think again,
Who am I?
I lost here,
When I doubted myself,
How can I mold the world?
If ‘I’ myself is not ‘My’self.
Whom to regret?
This is system,
A WAR,
Between one and others Mind.
I am Confused,
How to create the World without being Misused?
Tricked and trapped tracks,
Trying to open, as I am wrapped.
BUT, wait a minute!
Where I am going?
Is this what I wanted?
Is this what I Desired?
Am I modifying the world?
Or
I ‘My’self is being molded?
Let me think it again,
My Desires…
Monday, June 18, 2007
MY LAST WISH
When I see, I see like an ordinary being,
When I try to look beyond, my senses begin to feel.
When I touch, I can recognise,
When I feel the touch, Ahh How Cold It Is..!!
Sight darken, senses dead,
When will we feel the deep innocence behind that?
When I close my eyes, its darkness ahead,
But the light within it, I dont want to forget.
Life want me to live, I want them to live,
Take Me, Use Me, Exploit Me, I am ready,
At least understand Me...
They are not cursed, they are created,
By you Ohh..!! blind and without senses.
When I will die, my last wish will be your side,
If anyone of you can understand my Cry,
At least then I can console my Life,
That I have someone to continue my Fight...
UNDERSTAND or DIE..
Deep in my heart, it burst,
Speaks to me in thousand words,
Love for religion and hate for Men,
But define me first, the LOVE, Oh MAN..!!
What is religion? Define it, know it, learn it,
Understand its Universality,
SALVATION??
NO....
Chirst, Mohammad, Shiva, Gurunanaka,
They were men but teachers too,
Don't make them Gods but understand their views,
Dont fight for them, but live for whose servants they were,
Yes, they were servants, definitely they were,
We call them Humans in ordinary terms,
But humans devided them, murdered them all,
Proved it right," the fittest's survival".
Fittest, powerful, glorious, cruel,
Human race has survived, leaving gods marely for their fair.
Do understand, not "for God's sake" but for your own,
If you will fail, you will die,
And the fittest will again survive,
that will be nothng but your LOST MIND..
CONFESS
Nothing, Nothing, Nothing we are,
Benevolence has Rotten,
Savage, Vice and Curruption,
Progression of wild Production,
Makes our heart Nothing but an Illusion,
Identity seems to be Lost,
Knowledge, of course the Worst,
Wild seems to be Kind,
Kind seems to be Blind,
Blind is what our Mind,
Mind is not now Thine..
So,
Warn your CONSCIOUS,
Harm no more,
Let it come out,
And CONFESS...
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