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