April 1, 2009 § 9 Comments
At a certain distance,
Connected through reverence or vengeance.
For a few a revelation,
Others a illegitimate menace.
Far away from the visceral planes,
Where one notorious thought reins,
In a dream of a certain refrain,
The colours of freedom seem strained.
Through the senses-scintillations,
Through the emotions-vibrations,
The balance of past and future,
Deliberately hang on the vision,
Of a mortal and bound scion.
Words may pass wisdom,
Actions may give martyrdom,
But neither can provoke, freedom,
Unless within the creature arises
A stroke (almost a epiphany,
Yet one of time’s boundless nature)
On the verge of breaching space,
Yet binds the universe,
Into the cramped room of a head.
And there it fills the thoughts,
The emotions and something shines,
A rudimentary essence,
The grit of our race’s existence.
Yet never visceral,
It is the knowledge of many an incidental,
carved into the nerves -the child
Of verses of unknown depths
And the knows worlds’ heavens.
And as such a realization dawns upon,
In those glorious hours,which life is called upon,
Everything tries to belong and then in a strung call,
Falls upon and arranges as if bound by a song,
To show the exactitude-the answer to the puzzle
Of living. Yet by the time the strains resurface,
Negligence reverberates and confiscates,
The essence through illusions.
At that,petty decorations need harnessing-
Water needs colour,
For the solvent cannot solve,
The lack of opaque it possesses,
For it is deemed unclean without spillage
For a bearded man said that was its visage.
And while the forces seem violent-
The wind torrential in its wisdom
And the seas tumultuous in action,
Humans throng and try to belong through religion.
The docile are then fermented
With ideas that man is tormented
By the virtues used
To bind him and rule.
Albeit that does come purity,
But then named
Heretic ,by some capricious decree,
Only later , understood to be,
What is really seen;
But veracity needed fire
And so it was lit
With a match upon a soulless hay
With chants of hail for the gist of the display.
Such are binds which curtail the hands
Of values and refined sands.
They call him the devil,
And he does roam among humans.
he has no eight tails waging
Or thirteen a table set,
All he has is a gullible mind
And he does exploit with haste
And then spreads like a plague
From man to man,
Until everyone seems wan
And prone to the entourage
Of a abyss and its flaming reaches,
Illusions bent from the malleable,but
Mind,that oh! if used properly is divine!
Finally as all seem corrupt
And thought dead and shut up,
Struck a ray through the condescending grey,
Creation was set alive again,a rebirth ,
Now life doesn’t seem vain.
And that abrupt force was all hailed,
And his words proclaimed
As wisdom, his actions martyrdom,
But fail did everything to grasp its freedom.
Then the devil did descend in full,
Dressed in white,peace he would bring,
No one would sing,the mantras
Of old and sally no more would
The undercurrent wisdom
(Relight by nature with
A little bit of nurture)
As the mirror reflects
The myriad darkness
And in it man would see
Nothing , for an eye
Is as good as its lens,
Mind is as good as its exponent.
But the devil was faced,
He could not rebate
Nor could he reinstate
His hold. The keepers
Were three,wisdom was set free,
Though humans have a hand on
The devil’s vehemence,
Another does hold the benevolence,
Of the spirit of creation.
The sevens and nines
Will never die,
Unless new numbers are sworn by,
And so will never the life
Be left astray,
For there is a final way,
The path which all do face
And on a gloom filled morning comes
To the surface,there they do
See the light from the negation,
It is the mere lack of contradiction
Which sets the world into a revolution.
The light shines the brightest
September 1, 2008 § 21 Comments
Why do some people try out some weird combo of logic? Someone explain to me.Well no one will use the logic they use for chalk for cheese? You can’t write with cheese can you? Nor can you eat chalk can you? Then why do people try to make such stupid sense and claim it makes a lot of sense?Today i had an amazing comment,someone asked me “a friend won’t betray a friend right?” Well i asked who she was talking about and for what,i added that you can’t give a yes or a no for everything.Well they told me not to be theoretical! Well,well ,it didn’t make sense at all.I mean if i point at a beggar and ask you,”he is rich right?” ,you will surely say no.But if say,he is so and so,doing something,you will surely agree with me.Well i know it is a bad example but still…
Where does logic start and end? I don’t think logic is a matter of mind alone.I feel logic comes from within,like emotions.For the simple fact,unless you name it,the logic you see,you cannot understand it.What is the use if they teach how to derive ,when they don’t tell you why you do it?What is the use,if they tell you have to love the country but they don’t tell you why.What is the use if they tell you die for something and they don’t tell you why? Well i think we have a right to know,i.e. to ask why? And when i say ask why,please do it within first,please! I see people being led into things around me.I understand what is happening but if they fail to see what i am seeing and think in their own way,well then..
There is no desire behind us doing beautiful things or for that matter seeing beautiful things.ya right,i keep staring at something,because i am a dumb creature who doesn’t know anything,ya right!! oh! please save me ,alright! I shrugged it off after arguing! I conveyed what i want to the person,that person knows it,the others,i don’t care..
I won’t claim to be the most logical creature on earth.But i do try to see whatever logic i can.I ask people to show the logic they see.I am not the kind of person who thinks i am always right.I just like to try think.And for that matter am pretty bad,when it comes to solving word puzzles etc.Sometimes i too fail to see something,but i am ready to learn.The one thing is,if you say i am wrong,i expect you to convince me 🙂
So anyway,please think! and see if things make sense !
P.S: no offence meant to anyone.I am just irritated at the moment.
April 4, 2008 § 14 Comments
in pain there is a joy.
when your heart breaks
and a chronic ache
all you do is hide.
but beyond pain
there is a joy,
brings out your life’s
strength and makes
you realise that life
is an experience
is the only thing which
helps you see sense,
in the insane world of humans.
pain is sine-qua-non,
a condition which helps
us in evolution,of the self.
at every turn,
when in pain,
see it,love it,
talk with it,
and accept it.
in pain there is a joy.