An ancient knowledge,life and survival

January 12, 2009 § 2 Comments

Knowledge from the past-
Clear and still at a sagacious heart.
With nature nurtured thoughts,
In a single need all move to the mast.
In a world of survival, to live,
Dominance of spirit is quintessential.
And such a spirit is one who dares
And wishes to follow the inner will,
To move a pawn,so that it is not a loss
But a  gambit,a gain at an apparent faux pas.
To edge out the miser and the assumed sinner,
So as to create a world peaceful and “better”,
A few culled the apparent weak,
And those in fear and at heart meek,
Tried to cheat and call it witches meat.

Yet the power of life will strive,
For the chain is to reach a height,
So high that life would quail
Not at a challenge but run the circle again,
Till a  suitable tangent is found,
To reinvent a being and strength,
Alive from within,ablaze
With the strength of  the first being,
Nay capricious,but of definite strength,
Of known yet unknown origin and malleability.
Why does the light shine and not be dark?
Why so nature be born white and sight
Not bleed out and blind? 

To become greater is the spirit,
Yet how far is the star,that shimmers,
Within the reach of the eye?
What intuition moves the world,
Why be held with gravity,
When we are potent of greater vivacity?
If the soul be a constant,then expression
of  it,is everything in its legion.
Yet the eye sees and the mouth eats,
A few farther a few,few more,
A stretch in the limits of known
To the extent of a better known,
All the while embedded in an unknown,
A definite finite,something,
Nothing and anything.

In darkness,hours flow, aby
They,the propensity to enhance the way.
To carve a place,in history-
While life is dismally short,
Engraved can be in immortal
That which will last,
As long as  it wishes to be a part.

By selection,of some conceit
Notion,A deeper cognition
In into the motives and aspirations.
The relationship between future
And the past,the present is a state
Of affairs,where in one thins
All the while becoming thicker into many.

An affection,an embrace to evolve,
Lest you be left behind,so unfelt,
So ruthless,weakness is a paranoid
Belt,worn to remind us of the ancient
Way and name.Yet in it a few find
Better,for in it lies an approach,worthier
And more occult ,waiting to be tamed
And used as a step,to climb a level higher,
To make man so much more healthier and better.

Nexus between and insanity in living,
The integrity of a being to abide
By choice to his code,will persist,for
It is the secret knock on a known door-
Opening to a different world,for each,
Thoughts different and differences to teach.

And finally that which shall live be the strongest,
For the light seen  is the brightest.
Truth is not the end
But means to an end.

The light shines the brightest

Alive and abide

December 28, 2008 § 6 Comments

From mobile photos!

And as the world stood below,
The skies are waiting to be conquered.
As the sunlight fades,
A need to be on top dawns.
The demons of hell shall never take a hand,
And even if death might someday,
Descend from the above,
Today,it is there to be won.
Not of avarice or glutton ,
But for the joy of life,
For living,for being human.

No curse can ever take an hand,
for goodness is innate in man.
Yet so an abyss depth can scare
and make you return to the ground.
Yet the inertial desire can never bind,
And so unlike a bird but like
An angle in your dreams,
You want to soar high,
high,higher than life.

Wont feelings can go away,
From this day,
From this moment on,
There is no wrong,
Except that which
threatens to break
The fundamentals of life.

Freedom is that which you can,
Where you are;Being bound,
is the zealous curse of a virus
Whose strength of life is dead.
Though another one among all,
A dot in a line,endless,
If not for you,everything shall
End.A code, fathomless,
Yet innate,twixt,nexus,
Between an end and beginning
known yet unknown,
For such is the refection,
Surreal in reality,
yet real in immortality.

Many dreams surround,
Myriad dreams make life,
It shall go by,
And all i wish is to reach
Beyond my reach,
Move away from the circles,
Take a leap from the vertex
of a triangle and move along,
the line,my locus shall be within.
Reality is what i perceive
And when i sleep,
The world is lull,
And me with alive
And morals within,I abide by.

 The light shines the brightest

Self belief

December 15, 2008 § 11 Comments

A wish,a wish,
just say I will.

Even as the clouds gather
and the sky turns darker,
a sense of belonging,
a pride in living,
creates a prayer.

As a flower blooms on a Monday,
in December,it will never see May,
yet all it has is to hope,
for it is possible for it’s will to elope
the chains,the times’ ropes.

In the song of the world,
every note,is in order,
and the larger picture,
has a balance,
on so gallant and dynamic,
that it ushers everything
from the beyond to the twig,
to its place,in an illusion
of catacombs and many a maze.

And when a note is struck
or when something goes muck,
the song does not die,
but resides down a while-it lies
at the level of each,
as per the need and reach.

At a pace,each of its own it seems,
yet whose hand can paint the tree
or heat the sun,one violent and
the other so piquant a green?

But within each of us,is a note,
in the song of the world,
it is the same spirit,
which makes us the same
as different from others.
And by the strength of being a note,
which together we all wrote
and will write,there is a need
to move,to keep upright
and walk past,those,
who spend their life,
in demeaning the value of the light.

Forgives is not the coveted fruit,
as it is not right to be mute.
Yet squeezed not be too,
as the inner will is greater
than that urge to kill-
except in an bit to protect
the truth from the mystic.

In the tales ever so fond told,
there is always a hero and a lady-
between the mundane there is truth,
which is too stuck,that it seems to escape,
those who either forgave or gape.

As the night takes over the skies,
we known this is a passing.
And even if the world be dark,
there is light in the park,
the azure is always lit,
for even if we were to turn around
a while,the true belief will always
be there alive.

In a question of survival and to live,
it is not possible to keep things still.
And so as the world moves,
in circles,we too run around
the bushes and make and create
and destroy walls ,
which satisfy our inner call.

yet all that matters is you
and life is truly lived by the few,
who know,though the earth
seems a trap,that they may
be bound a while,
if they sing as they should
into the night,
the world will revive,
their highs and thus
they can fly high
and far away from the sonorous
melee of earth and the myopic kind.

So be ready to be lit,
and see your self,where you fit.
The true strength of life-the grit
to walk the last mile,
the trust in your self,
that you are right,
comes from the voice,
so sing aloud,
you are not one in the crowd.

To everyone,each is special
and things seem all too well,
until,illusions take over
and turn the voices into
something which shoves,
and make them the harbinger
of a brutish drawl.Yet that too
is nature and once we see it,
we can make it better-
by searching the right tune,
by making us immune,
to the ways of the infidel,
who has no belief,
not in God or other such,
but in himself.

Truth is not the end,
but means to an end.
Illusion hurt-
the world may seem curt,
yet what matters,
is yourself
and what you do and
where you dwell.
So forget,not forgive,
those folly handed
fools,who claim
that something else rules.
The world is of lazies faire,
and forces might dare,
but as long as you care,
don’t let them mar
your life,you kind,
which is the way of divine.

the light shines the brightest


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
own principles.
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
but countable.
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,
which destroys
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?
knowing what?
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,
something,nothing and
that everything.
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

A world full of life

August 6, 2008 § 14 Comments

A world full of life
and a world full of life,
oh! it is a world full of life!
Yet what is alive
and what is dead,
in this unmovable quest?
Is breath alone a sign of life?
Are movements the only blood of life?
is a sight a right of life?
Then everything has it i say,
everything from air,
to water,from sand
to the fire,
everything moves,everything is moved,
by who,by who,
but the ultimate force.
We say we move by our will,
the wind does too-by its will.
The world is a curled ball,
which spins around eternity’s eye,
one so centered yet moving.
The world is alive,
the world is alive
and yet it is dead.
for what is a point,
in a line but a termination-
everything of life’s salvation.
Yet is it salvation?
when you are closed in a box
and let to the drollery death-
one predetermined ,yet so
one of the moment-
that you live in a paradox box,
wondering if everything is of clocks?
In a bid to survive,
to the cynical universe,
you wonder your worth
and think of those days,
when you were yet a child,
immaculate and unborn,
a virgin upon life’s thorn.
The yearning to be a mess,
the yearning to be free
and roam the universe,
kills you.As the need for air,
is filled with ether,
which you see float
and rob you of the very thing
you want to seek.
Yet you are alive
and now not afraid,
with destiny upon destiny,
filled and density
added to the profoundness
and the worldly kindled
and the universal accepted ,
you break the box and that of life,
with a force that death cries
with fear of itself.
You become an eternal walker
upon the paths of forks,
you take the right and
yet move left,
and all the while you stand unmoved.
Achievement is a glory,
sojourn is a container,
life is eternal
and being universal,
you are immortal.
And the world ceases to exist
as you are the world,
you walk the vistas of your own anatomy
and you understand your own psyche
and the mind is but a tool
used to fight your own ,
for the amusement of life-
the breath,the laughter
and the smile.Eternal being
you are life and with the world
a peace breaths,there is no strife
and life! OH! life ,is a smile,
for laughter is ecstasy
and depression is pleasure.
Finally you shine,
no breath is needed,
for the light is the ultimate
and you are that,
peace be all,and aye,
nay darkness nay light,
so you willfully strangle your life,
so that light can squeeze out,
so that everything exists
and you are left to wonder
your own origin,
who are you?
what are you?
oh! universe
a bright sage whose wit is lost?
a stone who is sand?
a love which is hate?
a faith which is tarnished?
I wish i knew,
and so life moves,
and so the pressure of living
and the pleasure and ecstasy
and bid for freedom-
pain a need
and illusion a food,
my own thoughts conjure
the hell and heaven
and the non-existence.
what is the truth?
what is the lie?
everything has a face,
and that face has two.
A nine life being,
a seven seas roamer,
a five day fighter,
the sun and the moon
the satan and the God
all will perish when i die,
yet one will remain
and that is life,
the essence of the pinnacle illusion
the death which feeds the body’s origin
is the essence of the universe,
to seek the next,
for the universe is alive.

The light shines the brightest


July 11, 2008 § 13 Comments




so :

for hate hate,
for love love.
For humanity’s love
my love.
For humanity’s hate
my hate.

Now nothing is ever 2,everything is 3.So the absolute form is (hate+love)-1=0. Now zero by anything =0. So -1 =0,or since there is no need for the -, 1=0.I.e. you are everything and you are nothing.Now 1/0 should be equal to 1,but as we know 1/0=infinity,so which means 1= infinity.

For all you love ,you hate it too.
For all you hate,you love it too.
The only absolute is one.
Which is nothing but you,
which is nothing but everything.
Everything leads to infinity.
Your life is one among infinite lives,
you are the one which is the infinity.
You are nothing but everything.
You are to understand yourself.
You are to understand everything else.
So when everything falls into an ocean,
the universe is the product of your own devotion.
So pray all you want,
swear all you want,
the world shall be ye,
and ye shall be the world.
you are the god,
the god is you.
Everything else is an illusion,
everything else is an illusion.
The universe sings one song,
there is no right or wrong.
Love,is love and you.
hate,is hate and you.
When you are you,
and made of two,
(together three)
you are the absolute tool,
and you are the truth.
You are the truth.

Truth is not the end,
but means to an end.

the light shines the brightest

Stream of thoughts

July 10, 2008 § 4 Comments


the light shines the brightest!

nay purpose,nay life?

June 10, 2008 § 8 Comments

so a lack of purpose,
led to creation,
and we are all suffering
without any ultimate relation.
A knowledge ,from past
has ceased in its grave,
for there is no purpose to save?
then why live?
then why remain static,
in a world which is,yet dimensional?
if purpose is none,
why have anything at all?
if purpose is none,
then none exists behind
the dark universal veil?
If there is no ultimatum,
if there is no purpose,
then why should we breath?
or for that matter breed?
If no purpose can be found,
behind every wall or cloud,
then why have them all
scattered around in the reason
-purpose dead intersection?

if there is no purpose,
then why be born?
then why be dead?
why cannot we be static at rest?
what laws define the infinite
finite,which at its shore
impresses a sense of profound secrecy?
Why a humbug race called humanity?
which though bothered to define humility,
is at most times is full of hypocrisy?
Why if no purpose exists,
should a few strewn reminiscences
of ancient quest be buried,
deep inside a sands hurried?
Why at all if no purpose exists,
do we even seek a knowledge
which we believe will free
us of this mortal bondage?
why do we seek purpose?
for what do we seek purpose?
what is the origin of need
to be purposeful?

If purpose can define life?
then what is it?
yet we seem to think
that ,not a purpose exists,
but an infinite might,
which we call as the universe
and our own selves.
What is the cause of the universe?
or is it too a purpose lost
thought,an impossible notion,
in the minds of creation.
Yet we say none exists.
so i ask what is the purpose
of non existence? whence
does it appear,a need to
fill an aesthetic grotesque
art,with a perception
which not even the artist
knows of, even in completion?
are we too small to see
purpose?Why are we, then too small?
Is there an end,where purpose
ceases,where purpose breaches
none but it self to annihilate
itself and reveal the true core,
even if it is sore core,
after all the dark drills it bore?

If purpose exists to everything,
then let it be in everything.
I am aware yet cannot perceive.
are my dimensions too cute
that the gory art of purpose
falls at its beauty? if so,i say
none matters,but the purpose,
for which i seek purpose be filled.
For the perennial universe
of questions,which all seek
a divine purpose(which is all),
there is a perennial universe
of solutions and answers,
one which parallel yet the same
as the question.If both nay
exist,then no theism can be filled,
for money might be made of matter,
yet its value is of the administrator.

Purpose,i ask what is your purpose?
If love fails purpose,
then let everything be struck by it,
so that none question you,
who is full of unknown purpose.
If love it is,let it be,
we are all blind and cannot see-
a love which is too big that
only our breath is able
to perceive, a taste which our
knowledge initiates us to believe
that it is the blush of love,
which is the fodder,
to fill our hunger-
derived from the thirst of purpose.
If lot it is,
then let it be love,
which paints the world,
for if not the world will lose purpose,
in seeking purpose,you
who is sly as a shadow,
who is the hands behind
the wheels of destiny,
which we say is the purpose.

let us ,love us.

the light shines the brightest.


June 8, 2008 § 13 Comments

The world has different forces,
all our lives have different courses.
there is no need to be regretful,
ultimately everything is beautiful.
Each force in the world plays a part,
each has a cause and will depart,
once it has done its preordained part.

the world has different forces,
everything from an ant to the roses,
everything from a fish to humans,
has a purpose and that is its summons.
the forces initiate and instigate
energies which then elevate
a being,into the world which in levitate.

we all have a pact to break,
no it is not fake,
it is for our own sake,
it is the one which will make,
or break our destined place.
It is a knot in destiny,
it needs to be undone,
It is what causes us to run,
it is what causes us to cull
all our own tool,
which is the gift
of the divine manifestation in us.

To break that we need energy,
the world is full of energy,
yet the one we need,never seems
to come to us.I seek an energy,
which is so old,that it might be cold,
but i am being told by anything
where i can find that something.
i can feel the old pains,
from some unknown place,
a kind of de-javu which
i never owned,but was a due,
which i failed to pay.

Now a pact needs to be broken,
that pact is where a war will begin,
one which will being at its own end,
which will take a circle and begin
at its own origin.
What is the cause of all?
what causes the extra-ordinary?
if time is a subject of destiny,
then everything is embedded in
the cause of causes.
if destiny is a sand grain in time,
then the world is a slave
of a ruthless master which we
all hear of,but have never seen.
The absolute truth is one
which is constant,
yet at a needed moment
it all becomes illusive,
what is the truth?
what is the way to break the illusion?
is it the sight into the
nothingness? or is it the
illiterate stubbornness which
we all try to hang on to?
For a pact to be broken
does it require just bravery
or is it the pure faith
in our ability?
what is the key,
to unlock me,from
the cells of me?
for everything i know,
i need my light,
till then i cannot fight,
yet i am forced to be
something, a ghost left
to wander spring,waiting
for the arrival of autumn,
when the birds will
not hum and the air will
be silent and calm.

The light from distant starts
arrive,i need to derive
strength from those distant lights.
As i draw every breath,my body,
as a tool ,is entrusted into a higher
need,at each stage wanting something
better,bigger,higher-an unknown infinity.
whenever i reach that point,
a vertex in trinity,one but three,
which finally is us,who are free,
yet a slave to our destiny.

let the world be the world,
let not the world be hurt,
let no self-destruction take place,
let all the race be the race,
let us see our faces,
let us all gaze into the maze,
and let go of this mortal phase,
mortality is lost when,
sense sense of reality is found.
let us not be always on the ground,
let us not be bound,
let us be ourselves-profound.

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an infinte quest

May 22, 2008 § 8 Comments

an infinite energy is moving,
the sun is slowly drifting
across earth,east to west,
as we go west to east.
what moves is an illusion,
what breaks is an illusion,
what truth lies between?

In the journey,which
lasts all eternity,
there is no lack of vivacity,
the energies we feel
are eternal,
we are the universe,
yet who is the universe?

lost in a sea of infinity,
lost in the ocean of infinity,
is this what life is?
where is the sound of reality?
the only sign of mortality,
is the pain,which shows
that as time goes by,
i am alive,embedded in one,
a part of one yet which
is divided by a zero.
silence of infinity.

in the qualms of life,
we search for a single
rhapsody,one which
started somewhere
near the end,
near the beginning,
near the origin.

when will the quest end?
where will the quest end?
what is that which will end?
if an eternal being has to die,
how hard should be the cry?
all am left is a big why,
something which i seek till i die.

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