about love

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
in infinity
and shall rest in infinity.

infinity and origin

March 26, 2008 § 5 Comments

spirit has no form,
but it gives you warmth.
there is always a calm
before a storm,
there is always peace
before we breach
the limits of the human body.
purpose driven-
we live,
trying to give
whatever we can,
back to our origin.

the world has a spirit,
which begets all life,
each spark,
has a story,
together they form
the history.
at every point where
we seek,something
infinite and fuller
and complete,
we tend to feel
insecure-like a single
fallen leaf being blown
through the skies
of humanity.

seeking materialistic satisfaction
and emotional security
and spiritual enlightenment
and trying to understand infinity,
we all dream of that
which breaks probability
in hope that all was a dream.
the evening sun’s
beam-poignant and energetic
breaks even with
magic and glamour within.
yet a melancholy beats
within,unhappy that
we still haven’t found
what really is within.

for a flame
singular,
for life,
as a plural,
for a flower
as a symbol,
for rain,
as a sound,
for everything
as everything
and nothing
and something
and everything
there is love-
the urge to form a nexus
and seek duality.
one in one
is one.one in two
is two.one in infinity
is infinity.back to the origin
we all begin
a cycle,
where the doors
are not known,
but entrances known.
when we will ken
what we desire,
will be known,
only when we
locate the door,
sparks are all before.

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