Oh! How desperate was I to reach the goal,
that in the process I lost contact with my soul;
O yes! O yes! I did reach the Goal,
Like a beast bereft of soul.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Musing
Often during travails and tribulations of life,
we have choice between strength and perdition;
Some choose strength, some perdition,
But alas! there are few who go for perdition with strength.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
The patriots war cry
I could see tears in her wistful eyes,
yearning him not to depart;
O darling! Please don't make me weak,
This is the day I have always seeked.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
THE QUEST:
There was a time when I soared so high,
My mental wings knew no bounds;
I looked down upon every creature,
OH! How damned and diminutive they seemed.
I swore not to tread their path,
But OH! In my arrogance I forgot,
That whatever goes up comes down,
And there is no such thing as eternal flight;
I crashed to the ground,
With a deafening sound,
And with it all my Hopes, aspirations and dreams.
I looked around and saw a shabby old man with stained teeth,
And he spoke to me these ugly words,
“Son there is no such thing as high and low,
It is the Karma which always show,
The path which you swore not to tread,
Is the path through which all greatness have been achieved”.
My mental wings turned to shame and
My wanton tears soaked the old man’s feet.
“O! Father please forgive me and tell me something about life to be?”
The old man spoke in a serene voice,
“O son! Life is a celebration for those with definitive aim,
Life is a misery for the aimless one,
Life is an experiment for the seeker of truth,
Life is a melody for those in love.
Life is a burden for those obsessed,
Life is a freedom for those detached.
In short life is what you make it out to be.”
My head still stuck to the old man’s feet, I murmured in well nigh
In audible voice, “ O father then what is death?”
The old man spoke in the same tone, “O! Son, We all should salute
Death, for it is an inevitable friend,
And life is only the precious moment which it lends.”
His silence made me weak and I asked him,
“O! Father then what is God?”
The old man spoke in a contemplating voice,
“O Son! Please don’t waste my time,
How can you judge the infinite with a finite mind?”
With lust in your mind and avarice in your heart,
How do you expect to Know God?
God is not someone idle waiting to expose himself,
God is something you need to feel through persistence, labor and overall his grace.
If in a thousand years, you get a glimpse of god,
Then think verily of yourself as a chosen few with no records.”
Then what is religion?
The old man spoke in a soft voice,
“Religion to me is a way of life, religion is a path well defined,
The core of all religion is the same,
It is the nuances on which the fanatics play all the games.
I have never heard a god ask for a home to reside,
Nor have I seen an unhappy god when the same is pulverized.”
Before I could say a word, I could see motley of people surrounding us,
They were all ears to the old man’s saying,
I could see the rich, the poor, the saint, the evil the old the young….
I looked up at the old man’s face; his eyes seemed fixed in an eternal gaze,
On his face a beatific smile, his teeth looked like a set of pearls to me.
Then I heard a voice from the crowd, it seemed like an old woman’s whine.
“Father I am old and crippled and I know my death is near,
But still to me my life is dear, If you have the power,
Give me the potion of immortality to drink?”
The old man kept quiet and then spoke in a thoughtful voice,
“Immortal you are and immortal you shall be,
The seeds you have left has made you immortal,
Your son and grandson are a part of you,
And when you leave this physical body this part will continue.
And even if you don’t beget a son, your thoughts, deeds and actions,
Will keep inspiring someone.
So why ask for a thing which you already have,
The potion you want is in everyman.”
Before I could ask some more, I saw a young man sprang to his feet,
He spoke in a frustrated voice,
“O father, I have lost my father, I have lost my mother,
I have failed in all my endeavors,
So many times I have thought of ending this life,
But somewhere instilled in me is the fear of death,
My life has become a veritable living hell.”
The old man spoke as if in a trance, his words to me were like a cryptic Mantra,
“Son! When darkness besets and light is gone,
When everything seems so near and all is lost,
I say and I say verily this too shall pass away,
When dreams are shattered and mind is blocked, when success eludes and failure knocks,
I say and I say verily this too shall pass away.
When the ephemeral looks eternal and eternity seems lost,
I say and I say verily this too shall pass away.”
Just then I saw a man stand in the crowd,
He had a beautiful face, bedecked with a crown,
The diamond on his chest brought my eyes down.
I heard him say, “O! Prophet or whoever you are? Billions I have made myself,
I have a beautiful wife and an excellent life,
a fleet of servant are at my beck and call,
But still I am not content,
O father! Give me peace and in return I will give you all that you need.”
The old man said with an enigmatic smile,
“Son, I am a poor man and my needs are meager,
Unfortunately I don’t have a shop to sell peace,
I can see contentment inside you but the sheet of ego has blocked its view,
Pierce the sheet with right contemplation and spread peace in all directions.”
I could see tears of remorse in the rich man’s eyes, his hand folded in tight grasp…
Then stood a beautiful maiden with a blush on her face, she asked, Sir what is love?”
The old man said with smile on his face,
“Love is an emotion difficult to define, For me love is centering of the mind,
The very experience of love is edifying,
Love is meditation in an unconscious form,
Love is annihilation of the ever vagrant mind,
Blessed are the people, who are in love,
For they are more sacred to me than any shrine.”
And then I saw a youth stand, whose eyes betrayed a poetic mind, he spoke in a mellifluous voice,
“O father, when in retrospect I analyze the sufferings of my mind,
I realize, that very few were due to someone else,
And most of them were created by my self,
Still I repeat the same mistake and cavil cavil at my fate.”
The old man seemed impressed with the man and spoke in a fatherly voice,
“O son! Please do meditate on your thoughts and I assure you, you shall suffer not.”
Before anyone could stand in the crowd, I shot a question from my mouth,
“O father who am I? I feel like a bundle of contradictions,
For some I am a saint, for others I have lived my life in vain,
Some I have harmed for my personal gains,
For some I have selflessly sacrificed and bore all the pains.”
I felt the hand of the old man on my head,
And sudden calm encompassed my whole self,
He spoke in a compassionate voice,
“ My son! You are the divinity personified,
You are the devil epitomized,
You are the omnipotent all pervasive,
You are the insignificant most diminutive;
You are the savitri of aurobindo
And you are the Satan of bible.
For duality is the very nature of this material life,
In duality you live and duality you die.”
O father, I asked, does this mean that in this material life,
The shackles of duality will accompany us all the while?”
“Yes, my son! To an extent its true, the escape from duality is only for the chosen few,
The path of it is difficult to tread, but if you verily strive;
I assure you there will be no retreat.
For in this stage all is one,
Pleasure is drunk in the galas of pain,
And sorrow dances when you rejoice in vain.
You won’t mind when the world calls you insane.”
The words of the man mesmerized me and I stood on my feet to embrace him.
I got a jolt when I opened my eyes, all things I had seen and heard had vanished from my sight.
And then I heard a thunderous voice,
From between the roaring clouds,
“O MY SON COME OUT OF YOUR DREAMS,
YOU HAVE HAD ENOUGH,
AND All THAT YOU HEARD WERE NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN WORDS.”
My mental wings knew no bounds;
I looked down upon every creature,
OH! How damned and diminutive they seemed.
I swore not to tread their path,
But OH! In my arrogance I forgot,
That whatever goes up comes down,
And there is no such thing as eternal flight;
I crashed to the ground,
With a deafening sound,
And with it all my Hopes, aspirations and dreams.
I looked around and saw a shabby old man with stained teeth,
And he spoke to me these ugly words,
“Son there is no such thing as high and low,
It is the Karma which always show,
The path which you swore not to tread,
Is the path through which all greatness have been achieved”.
My mental wings turned to shame and
My wanton tears soaked the old man’s feet.
“O! Father please forgive me and tell me something about life to be?”
The old man spoke in a serene voice,
“O son! Life is a celebration for those with definitive aim,
Life is a misery for the aimless one,
Life is an experiment for the seeker of truth,
Life is a melody for those in love.
Life is a burden for those obsessed,
Life is a freedom for those detached.
In short life is what you make it out to be.”
My head still stuck to the old man’s feet, I murmured in well nigh
In audible voice, “ O father then what is death?”
The old man spoke in the same tone, “O! Son, We all should salute
Death, for it is an inevitable friend,
And life is only the precious moment which it lends.”
His silence made me weak and I asked him,
“O! Father then what is God?”
The old man spoke in a contemplating voice,
“O Son! Please don’t waste my time,
How can you judge the infinite with a finite mind?”
With lust in your mind and avarice in your heart,
How do you expect to Know God?
God is not someone idle waiting to expose himself,
God is something you need to feel through persistence, labor and overall his grace.
If in a thousand years, you get a glimpse of god,
Then think verily of yourself as a chosen few with no records.”
Then what is religion?
The old man spoke in a soft voice,
“Religion to me is a way of life, religion is a path well defined,
The core of all religion is the same,
It is the nuances on which the fanatics play all the games.
I have never heard a god ask for a home to reside,
Nor have I seen an unhappy god when the same is pulverized.”
Before I could say a word, I could see motley of people surrounding us,
They were all ears to the old man’s saying,
I could see the rich, the poor, the saint, the evil the old the young….
I looked up at the old man’s face; his eyes seemed fixed in an eternal gaze,
On his face a beatific smile, his teeth looked like a set of pearls to me.
Then I heard a voice from the crowd, it seemed like an old woman’s whine.
“Father I am old and crippled and I know my death is near,
But still to me my life is dear, If you have the power,
Give me the potion of immortality to drink?”
The old man kept quiet and then spoke in a thoughtful voice,
“Immortal you are and immortal you shall be,
The seeds you have left has made you immortal,
Your son and grandson are a part of you,
And when you leave this physical body this part will continue.
And even if you don’t beget a son, your thoughts, deeds and actions,
Will keep inspiring someone.
So why ask for a thing which you already have,
The potion you want is in everyman.”
Before I could ask some more, I saw a young man sprang to his feet,
He spoke in a frustrated voice,
“O father, I have lost my father, I have lost my mother,
I have failed in all my endeavors,
So many times I have thought of ending this life,
But somewhere instilled in me is the fear of death,
My life has become a veritable living hell.”
The old man spoke as if in a trance, his words to me were like a cryptic Mantra,
“Son! When darkness besets and light is gone,
When everything seems so near and all is lost,
I say and I say verily this too shall pass away,
When dreams are shattered and mind is blocked, when success eludes and failure knocks,
I say and I say verily this too shall pass away.
When the ephemeral looks eternal and eternity seems lost,
I say and I say verily this too shall pass away.”
Just then I saw a man stand in the crowd,
He had a beautiful face, bedecked with a crown,
The diamond on his chest brought my eyes down.
I heard him say, “O! Prophet or whoever you are? Billions I have made myself,
I have a beautiful wife and an excellent life,
a fleet of servant are at my beck and call,
But still I am not content,
O father! Give me peace and in return I will give you all that you need.”
The old man said with an enigmatic smile,
“Son, I am a poor man and my needs are meager,
Unfortunately I don’t have a shop to sell peace,
I can see contentment inside you but the sheet of ego has blocked its view,
Pierce the sheet with right contemplation and spread peace in all directions.”
I could see tears of remorse in the rich man’s eyes, his hand folded in tight grasp…
Then stood a beautiful maiden with a blush on her face, she asked, Sir what is love?”
The old man said with smile on his face,
“Love is an emotion difficult to define, For me love is centering of the mind,
The very experience of love is edifying,
Love is meditation in an unconscious form,
Love is annihilation of the ever vagrant mind,
Blessed are the people, who are in love,
For they are more sacred to me than any shrine.”
And then I saw a youth stand, whose eyes betrayed a poetic mind, he spoke in a mellifluous voice,
“O father, when in retrospect I analyze the sufferings of my mind,
I realize, that very few were due to someone else,
And most of them were created by my self,
Still I repeat the same mistake and cavil cavil at my fate.”
The old man seemed impressed with the man and spoke in a fatherly voice,
“O son! Please do meditate on your thoughts and I assure you, you shall suffer not.”
Before anyone could stand in the crowd, I shot a question from my mouth,
“O father who am I? I feel like a bundle of contradictions,
For some I am a saint, for others I have lived my life in vain,
Some I have harmed for my personal gains,
For some I have selflessly sacrificed and bore all the pains.”
I felt the hand of the old man on my head,
And sudden calm encompassed my whole self,
He spoke in a compassionate voice,
“ My son! You are the divinity personified,
You are the devil epitomized,
You are the omnipotent all pervasive,
You are the insignificant most diminutive;
You are the savitri of aurobindo
And you are the Satan of bible.
For duality is the very nature of this material life,
In duality you live and duality you die.”
O father, I asked, does this mean that in this material life,
The shackles of duality will accompany us all the while?”
“Yes, my son! To an extent its true, the escape from duality is only for the chosen few,
The path of it is difficult to tread, but if you verily strive;
I assure you there will be no retreat.
For in this stage all is one,
Pleasure is drunk in the galas of pain,
And sorrow dances when you rejoice in vain.
You won’t mind when the world calls you insane.”
The words of the man mesmerized me and I stood on my feet to embrace him.
I got a jolt when I opened my eyes, all things I had seen and heard had vanished from my sight.
And then I heard a thunderous voice,
From between the roaring clouds,
“O MY SON COME OUT OF YOUR DREAMS,
YOU HAVE HAD ENOUGH,
AND All THAT YOU HEARD WERE NOTHING BUT YOUR OWN WORDS.”
Rumination of an absurd mind
Hi this blog is an expression of a mind that is eternally searching for centrality and meaningful life.
It is an eternal quest that all human is subject to till either he perishes or gets to KNOW. The quest for ending duality and bringing oneness................
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