Monday, December 14, 2015

Thought for day



We should not think that emotions such as anger, desire, hatred etc are intrinsically attached to our selves. The truth is that they are just the product of psychological reaction between our environment and sense organs. They become part of our habits thereafter, whereby every moment, they will find rooms to increase their strength, and thus we lose our true self. 

Thursday, December 10, 2015

ROUNDNESS- THE CYCLE OF EXISTENCE


Roundness of circle exists tinted,
To eyes of casual watch,
But cycle lay unseen,
Beating rather keen nerves,

Earth’s orbit rope toils,
Restoring yet an invisible round,
Cyclic as though earth, moon or revered sun,
So their remnants of reason not trodden

A ladybird once young; ripens old till cold,
Younger heap of its own, thence enthroned
A mango tumbles beneath, anchors earth,
Yet again, the mangoes tumble

A watch races to mid,
Next hour breathing fragile young,
As new soars peak, mid curls within its cradle,
Enclosed in the pod of re-existence-so frail

As dawn wanes beyond,
Dusk then to fullest nurtured,
Mature dusk now waits assured,
Until within its lap, dawn sprouts

Seasons roll round throughout,
As for the summer, winter yet bud,
But with young summer nurtured –
Old cultured winter ripens

Those mighty oceans down,
With pie on plate; fountains or snow,
But as billows rise far until-
To lesser veins from where emerged,

Roundness thus, the speech of existence,
Of dust, dots, lives, earth, or universe!

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

GOLDEN CHARIOT


Shiny wheels spun fast, over long golden trail,
Wings one white and other red,
Chariot then marched invisible far,
Me seated amidst- divine furry chair,
Thus dividing path by two abundant fair
Such critical march, yet unbroken,
Belief perishes even, for floating globe,
Who would thus, soothed by such?
But I indeed; for me blinded,
Amidst convincing throne, golden built,
Faith sealing flaws of all earthlings,
Felt depth thus, logic in such rising
Tiny wheels spun fast, crawling
The wrecked cars burning aside,
Black fumes rose high, perished shrieking,
Songs of contentment tuned by next,
Blood filled the potholes on one side,
Fragrance and dew to brim of pots off shore
Thus, path separated existence as such-
Dark world from light, day from night,
Happiness from sorrow, yesterday from tomorrow,
Gods from demons, and priests from evils
Faintly seated on high throne, he questioned-
Define now, you mixture of earth and breathe,
The day from divine cart- you saw and felt,
“Why can’t the darkness be wiped off?”
Asked I, with bouncing confusion,
Labeled priest, through patient lips –
What if left wing been trodden?
Never such breed or cost my cart,
So shall cost all perception rise,
And holder of perfect earth,
Unless you conquer death and birth,
To escape distant, earthly mirth,
Earth breaths wisest of best to worst!

MOTHER


Earth, the mother of all lives,
Seeds thus on lands sprout so green,
Same we bud out fragile young,
Breathing chaste and chaste in drink

If globes breathed lone darkness and doom,
With few buds and brightened bloom,
Beauty would that of heavens parked,
Such be height of her chaste love

Love if were as compressed coil,
Or like dazzling diamonds weigh,
Monarch sun be of millions globes’,
Far ones with rest all of love

Birds toil far for young hearts to feed,
Sailing back with loaded beak,
Youths chirp soft with widened beak,
Until mother drop their meal,

Love so unquenched, makes her move,
In and out for hundreds more,
Despite herself pain by thirst,
Till young filled to drowsy nap,

But as greedy raptor march,
She fights till last living breathe,
Despite falling jaws or wings,
Until her love strewn beneath,

Sunday, November 29, 2015

OLD FASHIONED ROGUE


Old fashioned rogue, marched a zigzag near,
Faint cunning smile and swaying long wear,
Seeing me, pulled gun from leathery case,
Shouting, heart from his whole base
Dissolving behind bush, I held hard,
Murmuring, 'lord of moldy beard'
Behind leafy twigs, and fading through branches
Peeping his march with heart punching chest
There! There…. Shouted three from another bushy land
Eloped near, jumping high with guns on hand
All black masked and eyes barely out
Yelling, crying like drunken watchman’s shout
Three dark bullets through his rusted leather coat
Pierced and punched him like sunken baseless boat
Floating over thickened slice of his bloody shore
Yelled “Let not his heart pump anymore”
His cap flew like trodden chopper’s wing
Arms fell listless as in losing wrestler’s ring
Calm and pale with drenched shrunken sheath
Diamond beads pearly, strewn wide beneath
Voice echoed “blood drinking hands and gun”
Fixed to the gold coins rolling down to run
Squelching, skating over thickened sniper’s blood
Pegged like pebbles on furious retreating flood
Above on bushy tree, curled dumb and keen
Dead below and three near, only terror seen
Sight numbed listless like old chopped branch
Peeping with slant gaze to those nearby march
Uprooted those masked man, pegged golden coin
Laughter and cunning grin across their chin
Alas they marched away with loaded beads,
Smashed from fallen victim’s tethering threads

Uncoiled, thus myself alike vine round to free
Bubbling heart, above fallen prey of three
Murmuring chants croaked like busy gully rush
Sewing crushed heart, spewed across bush
Crawling with dribbling sweats, towards shady tree,
I praised them ‘holy gunmen’, insane though they be,
How could the beasts be savior for instance?
Or some divine eyes watching from distance?

Friday, November 27, 2015

Thought for Day

TIME......

At the beginning, we are innocent child,
In the middle, adolescent makes us wild,
At last, we turn matured, sober and mild...

Thursday, November 26, 2015

The comfort



Every comfort in our lives has degenerative impact to our physical, mental and spiritual progress. In the sense, the comfort we get from luxuries has the power to degenerate our physical strength. Similarly, to talk of the mental poisons; desire, anger, attachment, hatred, etc, which are suppose to be giving temporary pleasure have equally devastating effect to one’s mind and spiritual progress. The pleasure of five senses, the taste, sight, fragrance, touch and sound leads us to demand for more pleasurable sense objects, ignoring the basic pleasure we obtain at initial phase. So we demand more luxuries, which in scientific term could be related to development of resistance, as that of drug resistance over frequent use.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Thought for the Day- Four Form of addictions


From my perspective, out of already known form of addiction, chattering or gossiping of others could be classified as one of the deadliest addiction which we see being practiced by most of the people;
  1. Alcohol
  2. Drugs
  3. Tobacco
  4. Chattering.
Some people are so addicted in it that whole of their days passes on finding fault on others. Talking at the back neither brings fruitful changes in that person or the degeneration. So the simplest way to progress being a good human being will be to utilize that amount of valuable time in self evaluation and progress.
Especially from Buddhist perspective, wishing for enlightenment and gossiping of others is two opposite path, whereby the philosophy says that only through observation of one's own mind that we progress in the path of enlightenment. So, from this angle, if we claim that we are good practitioners just through prayers and propitiations and yet we enjoy talking of others, then we should know how genuine we are in the right track.


CHAPTER 7- Nature of External Objects in relation to one's perception





Monday, November 16, 2015

My words for the Day- Realizing the unrealized

REALIZING THE UNREALIZED

Initially, our emotions are so strong that we don't see the wisdom, even if someone is to come and pour upon our head

In the middle, we see the wisdom but we cant get rid of emotions, so  we lead the life of confusion and often dissatisfaction

Finally, emotions lose the battle upon wisdom, and we find true peace and prosperity within oneself.

Science vs. religion

To believe in Science we need evidence, but to believe in religion we need faith

My words for the Day- basic of self recognition

The basic form of meditations is being present where we are

4.2 to 4.6