The Dilemma

Is this the end or the beginning?
The road to light ahead
And the road to life behind
Both gleaming before me.
I see the light but
Life sees me
Caught between two worlds,
I am frozen and petrified
Am I a fool to ask?
Immortality or love?
In the abyss of my heart,
I seek your hand;
The hand of god or
The hand of my lady love?

Nature and The Self

The self is made up of three gunas, they are sattva, rajas and tamas. The permutation and combination of these three gunas give rise to the character of a person. The nature and the self are two different things altogether but they are deeply interconnected and interlinked. There is an unbreakable connection between the world and your self. For the spiritual aspirants this is the starting level where they begin to believe in a superpower because of this connection. Then he/she will have to go look for a guru who will explain these phenomena to him/her if they become a disciple. One peculiar thing about the Guru-shishya relationship is that the guru does not have a shishya but a shishya always has a guru. This has to be like this in order for the Vedanta knowledge to shine in the disciple. This connection is based on your character which is shaped by the three gunas. But this nature is different from the Purusha. The Purusha is that one which does not have a sensory existence. In the B…

The imitation Game

Riding up the layers and riding down them, over and over again till we find the proper balance needed to place yourself in this big wide world. The whole world is just a conglomeration of different ideas put together. All is nothing but an imitation game. To seek the truth out of this is the success at the end of this game. The worlds die. Many would have shat on top of your heads and you may carry them with you as your priced possessions, but the truth is far, far beyond what the normal eyes can see or feel. To articulate what this truth might be is an impossible task. Not just for me but for the whole of human kind. God's role in this is to simply provide you with subtle details that might help you on your way. Beyond that even the god is helpless. He/she is like a teacher who can guide you along your way, only to show you the path. To tread along you must have at most patience. Tools that may help you are non attachment and selfishness. By selfish, I do not imply the normal me…

Homage to the Devil

Praise the Devil, Praise the Lord
Both, two sides of the same coin.
If one is praised and the other
Is pelted with stones,
Who is to say that He will save
Us from misery when He is to be

Light a lamp, offer food
For the righteous Devil!
He may grant you the wishes
Never to be true in the light
Of that all merciful Lord.
The mind that prays cannot
Subdue the mind that hurts.

Is there a duel between them?
The Devil and the Lord?
This incongruity shall never
Seem to pass this wretched world
What has become of man?
Is he an offspring?
Of the Devil and the Lord?

When shall he learn the obvious?
Both are inevitable for mankind
Both exist buried deep within 
One's mind
The choice is left to us to be the
Devil or the Lord.
Hail the mankind.

Mind Service

Take out my mind,
What all comes out?
Look, there I am,
Riding a bicycle
Feeding on my mother's breasts
I cannot tell you all this
Oh wait, if not you, then who?

I gave it to my master
He will
Cleanse it for me, I thought
He gazed at it
For a minute or two
And said, my friend its overdue!
Like a churning river it flowed,
In and out of this tomb.

"Give me a break", I pleaded.
Once it starts, there's no stopping
I looked there and I looked here
Nowhere I found the poison
To kill this beastly dragon,
Spitting hell fire on all.

I shut me up in my mind
I let it loose like an hind
Endless seas for it to go,
Before it reaches the shore
The creator rests in peace
Deep within the limitless seas
I see it now, but now its gone!
In my heart where it was born.

Keen Whispers

In the sweet darkness of the night
Like a jasmine you bloom into my sight
In your scorpion tails that sting me
Your ego is my passion

Why fritter away thy ingenious soul?
This darkness is transient
My words, powerless for thine temper
Let this be an impetuous tone

Arise my love, you know not
What lies beneath that cold scoff
Truth is sweet to behold
My heart beckons the best in You

Beneath the mask of your clan
I see a stupendous child
Yearning for freedom that comes
With the light of my eyes

Marks of woe shall never prevail
In your world of bright skies
Let me be the brightest rainbow
To ever shine in your world of splendor.

Paradox of Misery.

The world is full of paradoxes, more than that it is full of misery. Misery way beyond the comprehension of the ordinary man. That is the paradox. The small joys and wonders that we run after will surely come to an end as soon as the mind retrieves from that. But you would have conditioned your mind in a way that it wants it again. What if you dont get it or it doesnt give you the same joy it used to? The misery starts. This can be applied for all the material possessions in the world. The world has a set of laws and no one can transgress it. But it is foolish to term it as fate and relax a bit. Your fate is in your own hands.

Consider the case of a pregnant woman. Her family will rejoice. All of them will be carried away by the same fact. This is indeed very nice and it should be that way. But what if, by the oddest of chances they turn out to be unsuccessful parents? Every child is unique and some may take a whole life time to understand certain characters of a son or a daughter. B…