October 3, 2008 § 9 Comments
Fire moved and the wind cooled,
hours and hours went by,
earth became barren and dry.
The last of the fight was done,
and the gestation had began.
The water perennial rose,
and life was for the those who chose.
A mist covered the world,
and hours and hours went by.
The sun turned from bright yellow,
to a shady orange and set for the last time,
on the race which existed on earth’s face.
Come that night,
one last thing was left,the last fight-
between man and his right.
At last the beast faced the divine
at last it began at twilight.
the wind blew harder and the
flame grew brighter.
He lay across,facing the sky-
sky held the light,
even though the source had left.
In him he beheld,the tale of the universe,
in his ,at last breathed the spirits,
of which he knew,he was truly made up of.
As he meditated on the sky,
and the last of sun’s light,
truly breathed within him, life.
He no more thought he was going to die,
death was a mere illusion,
which could now be just a preposition.
Ninety nine seconds went by,
and at the hundredth the fight at last began.
The race called humans,was at last at stake.
And from far away she watched,
and prayed that life would survive.
next to him was a sword,
which would play the quintessential part.
The first blow,was the beast’s,
and it tempted to tare and drink his blood,
yet the goodness held,
and he went further into hell.
Then took the beast the past’s history
and listed the sins of him and humanity.
It showed his precedessors’ folly,
and it showed him that he was the product of depravity-
he was born to destroy
and die and so he should.
The sword,he felt and the blood went ahead,
but the spirit held,
and so the beasts sprang again
and it swore on his being,vehement-
but the coup failed,
and he still prevailed.
Desperate and struck,
the wounded beast,went on a savage.
And he cried out loud,
and loud and loud,
till the world held only his shout.
He twisted and turned in pain,
and the rules of the game,
were broken again.
The beast claimed hand,
and the sword rose,
but in between the fury,
and held the sword away,
just for their own sake.
Above him he saw her,
and she held his word.
She laughed and creation rang out.
There she was, he saw her,
and beyond her,rose the moon.
It was sight of divinity,
and its profundity,
pronounced tenacity and beauty.
She touched his head,
and he felt,an over whelming peace,
he felt raw and new and at ease.
The beast within struggled,
and at her sight,muffled
and huffed and puffed,
and then within a great roar,
it became all but too sore,
and left at last,leaving a soul-
pure and clean,
just and truely seen.
She took him ,to herself,
and she walked on.
and in the mirror,
he saw his light,cooled,
calm and pure delight.
And from within him,he felt,
and within he now dwelt,
and he realized that he ,
he,that he was the only one left,
and now life was his zest.
Her courage and grace had kept life,alive
and for her sake,he lay,
now a tool of Gaia.
And she the Goddess,
in him, he felt her,
left him to recover.
And then as hours moved by,
he saw the moon set,
and night at its darkest.
Yet now glowed an angel,
which showed light,
and the stars,were in a circle,
to her eyes,they were shy.
And at last,the truth of humans,
lay stark and naked.
There had been no folly,
and the evanescence,
had been a thesis at test.
For the Truth had been thus,
within the man,in the apple he
had thus ate,at last after thousand hours,
was the truth,that he had been an expression,
a thing of sorts,which would be alive,
forever,as long as its force lived.
And the force had been her,now he knew,
and energy of creation was now renewed.
And The sun light ,skewed far off,
and the darkness bid adieu,
and the stars disappeared,
from his view.And she came towards him,
and took him to the shore,
and there it was the thing which bore
the truth.The sea was at peace,
and the sun came high,
and at the sand of the tide,
they lay and heard the sea tell,
them in a tongue which they understood,
Oh!life oh! has at last has become alive,
in the illusion of sorts,
you were thus put into,
and now everything is new.
The purpose oh! purpose,
had been to see,
if humanity was worth its creed!
albeit, all that,what you felt,
in those few minutes of twilight,
was the course that life,
might have had in twelve billion twlights,
and there was nothing left,
and oh!all prospects of breathing,
for spring beings,was strained,
until,she touched and broke the curse,
whose strength would have been adverse,
to that of creation.And now!oh!now,
pick up your sword and throw into me,
blood is where it should be,within the being.
Go and build your home,
and wood shall keep you warm,
air shall cool your bond,
and fire shall burn those wan.
Earth,oh!earth,are you willing to marry,
the sky?And sky oh!Sky marry the earth,
and between you shall be life.
And so they were wed,
and the bad dream dead and buried.
And a single star shone higher,
and the new progeny of earth was
borne that night,to be born after
a few more full moon nights.
And there lay,witness to the
heavenly wedding,the creatures,
of evening.And paws bore no mud,
as the wild was at ease.
And there she turned to them
and they saw her kindness,
and hoped that what would come,
would be like her,the goddess.
In her eyes,they saw the future,
and in her,they knew there was danger,
but her comfort,was there for them
and so they would trust and let humanity
grow,for her,they would let life go on,
as she would be there,for them,
when the lusty swords of the little devils,
would tare and mar their gibing kittens.
They knew for all that was to be known,
that somewhere within them,humanity
might be worn by those which would
bleed and steal,but they knew that
her genes they would have,
and for that,until the time comes they would bare.
And as the many moons passed by,
and on a night,when the moon bright
and the stars were singing and the sky
clear and showed them the heaven rein,
there came the creature who would,
be the progeny of her,the earth
and him the sky.And in it they saw a glow,
and they knew,what they should do,
and they all celebrated with joy.
The devil try,as it might,
could find no wager,
and it looked on from the deep gray.
It knew one day,it could celebrate,
that would be the day,it told itself,
when someone from the glorious race,
would look at his face and say,
oh! my i am king of Gods,
and i need to worshipped
and enveloped in all that is alive,
anything which dares to face me,
should die.So it knew it would wait,
for its tool never had been the snake,
but would always be,human’s gluttony
and hungry pride,and forever,
the evil would reside,when ,man lost
his moral and killed because he was afraid.
The devil resided in man’s thoughts always,
because the sky,had seen the storm
and felt it within.And the sky,was nothing
without earth,who with her held it alright.
It was her force,which kept life alive,
and it was her passion to create.
And the sun,he knew,would keep there,
as he was the guide,the one above,
whom these things would never master.
In the sun,but he knew,was she too,
though which, he didn’t know.
But in him too there was the Goddess,
otherwise he would have never been able to suppress,
the anger within.He thought of himself-
And he knew then,that he was from her too,
that he was her child,just like everything else.
He then knew,he was there for balance,
and that he was her love too and he
had to live just like the sky.
And she the earth,had her forces,
who would create,and she held him
as her third,to destroy and make bait,
of those whose fight was to die.
He knew there would be a battle,
for generations to come,
between his own sons and those
children of her and the sky,
and there would be a winner,
and that day he would return there,
to thank her for his existence,
until then he said to himself
and he left the place,in a joyous mood.
He had noticed,that someone
else had been there.the one,
whom he had fought and called
beast,whom he had thought was dead.
But the cry from the future,
made him wake up to reality,
and he kissed his baby,
and he saw her looking at him.
He wondered about life,
and thought about his past,
and from where he might have sprung.
And all he had ever known
was darkness,but he knew within
that lay something,confused he became,
but he knew,humanity,as they would be known,
would come to known,of the causes beyond,
and on the day life goes beyond,that mark,
there will be the shore,where the sea would
talk,until that day,it shall show them his face,
and at that sight,every time there race,
would move forward,and they would come to
know of life,he would be there light.
He thanked the sun,
who showed him to himself
and he kissed her good night,
as the birds sang together,
for the last time,for many many
myriad years to come.
the light shines the brightest
August 27, 2008 § 7 Comments
nothing to defend
and nothing to fend,
this is the freedom when it all began.
Nothing to worry,
no need to hurry,
life is fast but no fury.
With paint all around me,
my eyes show the illusive reality .
When the wind blows,
i close my eyes,not to defend the sand,
but just to be for a moment ,disarmed.
When the sun boils on me,
i sweat and try to breath,
not to defend the cause,
but to know how heat feels.
A seed i am and the tree the world
i came from.I see my potency
is just too great for the world to beat.
I rebelled and that i need not defend,
for the world can see,that i am free.
I tore the chains which crept
up my sleeve,i broke the thought,
that i was filled with misery.
I am not a dead stone on a desert,
but an alive one,throw into the sea.
No force can ever hurt me,
unless i see,that hurt i need be.
Humanity,i belong to,and humanity
belongs to me.I control the world,
as much as the world controls me.
Nothing is greater than life,
and contradictions cease to live,
for they try to defend and ultimately
bend and bend and break,
till nothing remains but that it was namesake.
Nothing to defend,
for defense is for the defeated,
and defeated none shall be.
What can you defend,when everything has a reason?
What can you protect,when there are no lies?
the treasure you are is now safe,
for it is now the true base.
The restoration of belief within ,
to its place,where it should be for us,to begin,
the chain of change,
which would force and heal all the damage.
Peace within and more peace within,
change is induced and not pushed,
and freedom is gained and felt,
not given and dealt.
Oh! nothing to defend,
for there is nothing which would bend,
scattered life air,it is,
but there is no fear-of empty,
as all will be filled with prosperity.
The world is true
and the illusion burnt away like dew,
nothing remains,except that of beauty
and that requires no defense,
for beauty is alacrity.
The joy of knowing,
the joy of being.
The joy of the open,
the joy of peace,
prayer,life is,for the within!
Nothing to defend,
nothing to break,
the world is in unity,
and the sounds of prosperity,
is not imposed,for
there is nothing to defend,
for this is the freedom when it all began!
August 25, 2008 § 16 Comments
A rage,a feeling,a want.
Something is missing.
prick you from within.
You try to draw,you try to write,
in hope that something will give
and you will at last see what you know.
The world seems mad,
the world seems out of balance,
what is right?
what is wrong?
Every sun has to set,
but then it is at its hottest at noon.
Does the sun suffer?
Why do we suffer,from heat?
Why should we alone feel,
that we see the mundane
and not the important?
What are we missing?
Why hasn’t anyone noticed it?
We can stop it can’t we?
Why,why all this?
It refuses to be named,
and so remains pure and unnamed.
What is happening!
why,this feeling ?
why this pain,which cannot be defined?
What should i see?
Where am i to see?
who should i see?
Where is the source of life?
What is eternal
and what is mortal?
Who said so?
Why this feeling of profound suffering?
Why this unnecessary illusion?
Why what is it trying to cover?
August 13, 2008 § 25 Comments
A force larger than life,
a force greater than man,
a force called god,
moved and moves it all.
The god,who is omnipotent,
the god who is omniscient,
yet who is unseen.
The god who rules all,
the god who is the creator,
the god who is the preserver
and the god who is the destroyer,
yet a god who doesn’t have a form.
yet a god who is neither a storm nor calm;
The god is a vision,
one of compound simplicity-
that names and forms placed ubiquitously,
among the stray straight thoughts
of humanity’s imagination,
has no humilation or importance.
The god is a evil-good,
the god is a menacing-angle,
the god is a shunned,
the god is the beast in everyone.
The source of an infinite qualm of energy,
one which if not for sanity,
is the highest sign of purity,
is the dead-alive being in everyone,
the unseen source of preordained commission,
the disturbance which is the ultimate sign of life.
The god of earthly strength is a mental idea,
the god of divine proportion is an universal reality,
which the earth has covered and caused humanity.
The god is a ray of light,
in the dark ocean of unknown proportions,
the god is the only thing which remains
after everything else is gone.
The god is a untouched bliss,
which induces life and kills death,
for the god is the absolute reality,
the conscious which we see,
when we loose the earthly reality.
A unified source,strings though life.
It is the idenity we call god,
it is the form with no form,
one of mere assumption,
yet whose existence isn’t doubted,
even if its presence cannot be calculated.
The unhourly timeless breath,
where minutes and days are mere illusions,
where taking an incarnation is a necessity
to fulfill the absolute unknown purpose,
is the condition which we bet on,
and travel through the known fogged and bright
path,the pilgrimage,which we fulfill,
upon its end at our hands of our own,
when we return home,
to the home of constant presence,
in the center of the world,
the one soul called god.
The god is the causation,
the god is the sensation,
the god is the word,
and the god is the you,
we,me but most of all the I .
the god is the untampered,
the god is the warmth,
when in cold ,which says a life
is there even as the body freezes.
The god is an feeling,
the god is the love,
which one feels when in distress,
and has decided to die.
The god is the thing which leads,
whatever the path is-
to kill or to be killed,
for both the slayer and the slain
have a reason and that reason is god.
The god of logic ,
the god of purpose,
is the god of life.
Ignorance is the container with oil,
waiting to be lit,
once lit,the light shall disperse
the air and cause the vacuum,
in which surrender is nothing,
giving up is nothing,
for there is nothing but the I.
the god is the eye.
It is through it,
that one sees the truth,
the means to an end.
The truth too is god,
for it is the predecessor of god.
The life has one reason
and that is to fulfill.
And to fulfill,
ways are different
and paths different,
from sweet surrender
to the sweetest rebellion.
the god is of means,
for without means,
for without the tool,
there is no movement.
The hand is of god,
the body is of god,
and the soul of god.
Illusion is a cover,
like an emotion,
which helps us reach the stage,
where can be ready to throw the veil
and wake up to the reality.
The god is love,
love of everything.
The affinity to hurt,
to urge to heal,
the peace to feed,
and the rage to cheat.
The god is love,
the love of hate,
and the hate of love.
The god is of unseen need,
the god is of divine attraction,
whose purpose which we know
deep within,yet cannot blow
out to the illusive reason.
The god is of the depression,
the god is in desperation,
which chokes us when we try
to squeeze it all out.
The god is of the elation
in victory,the god is the happiness
in the heart of equality,
the god is the joy,
at the sight of beauty.
The god is the knowledge,
the god is the instinct,
the god is the blood,
the god is the cell,
which is everything.
the god is the mountains,
the god is the rivers,
the god is the seas,
the god is the ocean,
the god is the awareness,
that we are aware of nothing.
the god is the knowledge,
that we know everything
and are merely not aware of it.
The god is the knowledge
that life is an end,
the knowledge that
life is the beginning
and also the knowledge that
life is the inbetween.
the god is the knowledge
that there is another,
the god is the knowledge that
there in no another,
for everything is one.
The god is timeless,
it is timeless as it is time.
The god is in time,
as it too is bound by its
The god is the source of all,
the god is the end of all.
The god is also the action,
the god is also the reaction,
the god is also the rest.
the god is the balance,
the god is the imbalance,
for both balance and imbalance
are on a fulcrum, which is god.
the god is in numbers,
yet it is not countable.
The god is uncountable
the god is a paradox
and is what lies after the paradox.
The god is the light.
The god is the nothingness.
The god is everything.
The god is you.
the god is me.
the god is in atheism,
the god is in belief,
the god is all,
the god is none,
as the world,
is a dispersion of one,
from whom we all are descendants
and to that we shall go back-
Life is a rainbow,
which needs water and light-
The light is the god.
the water is the illusion
and life the light-illusion.
The god has no form,
the god is an illusion,
the god is a reality,
which is created by humanity
to feed its animosity.
the god is the love,
for destruction is the need.
Creation and preservation are nature
and man’s nature is to destroy,
so the man the god has no reason to cry
at his folly,
for his destiny is action.
What he moves,
has a reason and that is divine.
Preaching and breaking,
vice and virtue
are merely the illusions
which cause more illusions.
To rise above it all
and see your true yourself,
and lose your idenity,
and merge in the prosperity,
reach out and develop a propensity,
realize the I.
Illusion’s strength lies,
in the deceived,
so open your eyes ,
see the reality.
Yet what is reality,
but an assumed state?
what is reality
but an state of mind
that life is just fine?
What is reality?
Is it knowing?
What is god?But a reason?
what is god?but an illusion?
What is the truth?
Where is it?
if a divine voice can lift the mist,
if an artist can paint life,
if a poet can write,
then who can show god?
If everything is god,
then why all this?
why all this?
why all this?
God is something.
God is nothing.
God is everything.
Man’s work is to seek,
man’s work is to break inability
by thinking,feeling and seeing
through the tool,
the tool which causes the illusion.
the thought leads to action,
which leads us to the truth,
the truth is a means to an end,
and not the end itself,
the end is God
as is the beginning
and WE,you,me and I are god,
the goal is infinite,
the paths are infinite,
the ways are infinite,
the universe is infinite,
all paths lead to infinity.
God is the night
as the day
and darkness as the light.
The god is god
and we are a part of it.
whether you worship or fight,
the god shall be your light.
the light shines the brightest
June 21, 2008 § 13 Comments
Life itself is questionable,
Everything in life is questionable,
It is no more about purposes,
but about one purpose.
I cannot accept it,
as an absolute illusion,
though everything is an illusion.
I do not care,
what happens,but i don’t know
why i should live.
I don’t know what is freedom,
even though people say
i have it.I don’t know what
holds me together,
though i can feel it.
My mind is clogged by mist,
i just wish,
that it will clear,
before i risk.
Everything around me is questionable,
including me.I don’t know what it is,
that makes life be life.
I have a wish to know everything,
yet i don’t want to live,
for it is just what i want to do.
Clarity-when can it come back to me?
i feel like paper,in a torrential rain.
i have many,i have many,
everything is questionable,
yet i am not able to know,
to know, all the answers.
I don’t want to live.
June 12, 2008 § 7 Comments
It only lives in the memory,
of the camera and mine.
It was wonderful,beautiful,
still ,it is not mine.
It remains in my memory,
but soon shall fade,
but in reality,it will
live till time’s stay.
the suns rays,
a water way,
a view, when going by,
in times thoughts it lies.
On the horizon,
from the other and to it,
it comes and goes,
as illusion rows.
A few seconds,
time is constant ,yet
live on light.
May 19, 2008 § Leave a Comment
who holds love as their work,
who can ever own love,even quark
smaller?the infinite energy
which blows through universe,
is a veracious power,which
falls to the maya of love.
illusion covers the love,
which is present as a venom
in all,the progenies of the infinity.
the transformation one faces,
when hit by a arrow,
one which sends phantasmagoria
of euphoria and nostalgia,
is an illusion which turns real.
when lost in a sea,you become
a sojourn treasure,even if
you are a manifestation of
ever-infinity.while the self
seeks infinity,the hate-love,
love-hate of light illusive
penetrates one and draws
one into the mystic love.
if not for love,if not
for ecstasy,there will never be
a race,but only a single face.
yet love is the power
we all need,for its energy,
which shows pain and threads
us to mortal relations is
the pinnacle suit for realisation,
as mortal duties are experience
which are needed for renouncement.
love is constant,
love is infinite,
all of us own it,
none of us own it,
something owns it,
all of us are everything,
all of us are something,
all of us are nothing,
in the end it began
and shall rest in infinity.