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Monday, 21 September 2015

76) The Ascent to Liberation

Stage 7: The Cage:

At first the individual begins to feel that he is being bound by limitations both external and internal. and begins to experience that though he is living his life, he is actually not free.  His soul seems caged and he sees only two plausible options; either to choose to give up or to choose to find freedom.

The minds that are weak choose the former and such beings are trapped in darkness precisely because they have chosen to. Such beings remain caged until their inner being's consciousness emerges and propels them to choose the latter.

Those who choose the latter refuse to believe that their destinies can be caged or limited and so they begin to find a means of expression and release  from the apparent cage. They eventually find their release and hence ascend to  the next stage- The stage of resistance.

Stage 6: The Resistance:

Even though the being has escaped from the first trap, this second stage is not the real freedom.  The individual now  faces great obstacles that he has to seemingly overcome all by himself. He has to swim against the current alone and familiar faces of the past try to convince him of the pointlessness of his resistance. If he listens to the ghosts of his past, he gets swept away by the currents.

If the individual does not yield to the coercion, he reaches the land safely. He can afford to take a sigh of relief and look towards the horizon but not for long. A new journey awaits him on the land.

Stage 5: The Maze

The land is bustling with activity with a lot of people moving around in a hurry. There is plenty of food and water and all the other material comforts that most people consider vital for life and the road on the land looks straight and simple initially.But as he walks a little further he realizes that he has actually entered a maze. He finds different dead ends but he does not stop. He has to retrace his path over and again. He comes across many fellow travelers who have crossed the river of resistance just like him. But not all of them choose to ascend the mountain as they have built very comfortable homes for themselves and are happy with living inside the maze.  But his heart reminds him that he has not come this far just to settle down and it nudges him to journey onward. His destination is the snow clad mountain at the center of the maize. So he does not turn back and forges his way ahead.

After many attempts he reaches the base of the snowy abode.

Stage 4: The Mountain

He is jubilant now for he really has come closer to his destination. He looks around to share his joy with his fellow beings but finds that he is alone. He heaves a sigh and looks up to the clouds into which the mountain disappears and then smiles.

He resumes his journey. The wind is cold and the food is sparse. But the cold does not bite him and the hunger can not fatigue him as he is energized by the very fact that he is now very close to realizing the inner hunger of his soul. Finally he reaches the top. Like the spring blossom announcing the end of winter, the rays of rising sun bathe his body in gold and he feels one with the great sun atop the snow covered peak.

Stage 3:  The illusion of Pseudo-Gnosis

After bathing in the golden light and experiencing a bliss divine and complete. He looks downwards and he begins to think that he has reached the top of the world. The tip of the peak that no-one has ever scaled before. The world begins to appear small, insignificant and empty. He tries to scream out to the little dots - the people who are living down below -"Listen All of you, You are all trapped in an illusion. The truth is resplendent, beautiful and it can only be found here! How can you all just stay there? Come here, Ascend! Somebody! Anybody?''

All his screams fall on deaf ears for the world below cannot hear him. They are too far away and too busy in their own lives to think or care about what he has achieved.  He experiences disappointment and that disappointment teaches him that there is a higher realization awaiting him.

Stage 2: The Gnosis of Illusion

He withdraws inwards and re-analyzes his path and journey in search for an answer. And it is in the depths of his inner silence that the realization dawns upon him. The physical Sun though present in the sky is also omnipresent across the universe. Light and darkness are but illusions and manifestations of its presence and absence.

He realizes that there is an ethereal sun, a mystic power that powers this sun and that though the light of truth appears veiled, It is omnipresent. This is the truth and logically all else is falsehood.  The creator is the truth and the creation is but an illusion.

With this new found understanding he decides to return and descend the peak and spread this new found knowledge and suddenly a question a haunts him.

If the creator is the truth, what is the point of the illusory creation?

His life, His entire journey- the cage, the river, the mountain, the challenges, the joy, the sorrow- are all these to a part of a pointless illusion?  if not where is the meaning?

He stops and decides that the higher truth is yet to be found out and decides to go deeper within.

Stage 1: The liberation and Realization

In his meditation, slowly his outer and inner mind get silenced and merge. The final chaos disappears and there is a silent and peaceful calm within which echoes the silence of the winds that rage around him.
His very existence as an individual and separate entity has ceased to be and his mind is now illumined and his body has become one with the universe.

All then becomes clear as crystal. The illusion of the creation is also the illusion!

Yes.  There is no cage! There is no resistance, There is no maze! All are but illusions and restrictions created by the mind. The path to the top of the mountain was always straight but his pseudo desires always prevented him from realizing it and caused him to go in loops.


The same truth that can be found on top of the mountain can also be found at its base.  It is everywhere.

From the nucleus of the smallest of atoms to the outer limit of the ever expanding galaxy.  In all the beings. In every life. In every death.

This Truth is in the action of the forces that set the world into motion and  that turn the wheel of karmic action to bring forth the evolution of the creation.

With this realization the soul leaps into the sky and he becomes He!

Sunday, 13 September 2015

75) The Oath of Consecration

All my talent and all my wealth--
My every action in sickness and in health
Only in your name hallowed I consecrate
And their fruits to you only may I dedicate

In honor, dishonor; in failure or fame--
Make me thy instrument of the divine game
Bring forth the ascent, release me from every bond--
May this soul serve Ye in this life and beyond!

Sunday, 16 August 2015

74) Notes on the Gita: Shloka 1: The Cause of The Mahabharata and its relevance

The Gita begins with this verse:-

धृतराष्ट्र उवाच
धर्मक्षेत्रे कुरुक्षेत्रे समवेता युयुत्सवः ।
मामकाः पाण्डवाश्चैव किमकुर्वत सञ्जय ॥ १-१॥

dhṛtarāṣṭra uvāca dharmakṣetre kurukṣetre samavetā yuyutsavaḥ
māmakāḥ pāṇḍavāś caiva kim akurvata sañjaya 1.1

The blind emperor Dhritarashtra asked the oracle:
“Gathered together in Kurukshetra to battle
Assembled eagerly to prove their mettle
The Pandavas and my Karuavas poised for a fight
O Sanjaya! What happened there? Share your Divine sight” |1|

The epic poem -Bhagavad Gita opens with the above verse wherein the blind emperor, Dhritarashtra asks the oracle- Sanjaya to narrate the events occuring at Kurukshetra. A massive family feud that would ultimately lead only in the destruction of innumerable lives and widespread carnage was about to take place. Massive armies had come together and formed alliances between the two sparring rivals- The Pandavas and the Kauravas. But what was the reason for the origin of this terrible war that split the great royal family and brought about only destruction.

The very first verse of the Gita answers that question. The emperor Dhritarashtra asks Sanjaya what happened at the battle where "

The Pandavas and My Karuavas were poised for a fight" . For this very word 'My Kauravas' explains that he never really considered The Panadavas his own. Though the Pandavas and Kauravas were born to different mothers, they did share the same blood line. They were blood brothers. The Pandavas too belonged to the same Kuru clan but by their high deeds they had created a clan name of their own

So when the children of Dhritarshtra were very much raised with this feeling that the Pandavas were outsiders intruding into their own family space to usurp their throne - it is but natural for the Kauravas to feel hatred for the Pandavas. But does this absolve the sons of Dhritarashtra of any of the blame? No it certainly cannot. For it was their hatred for the Pandavas that lead them on the path of destruction. Everytime the Pandavas progressed- the green eyed monster within the Kauravas only grew stronger. It is said that when one allows a hatred to grow within one's heart - the ability to discriminate between right and wrong gets clouded and the being ultimately walks down the downward spiral of life in the course of time. Though they had been raised in a hostile environment- they had the freedom to choose their path of life- the path of empathy or the path of hatred. They chose the latter and hence had to bear the consequences of their choice.

It was the selfishness in acquiring their kingdom by vanquishing the Pandavas that lead the Kauravas to perform all their misdeeds. This verse finds great relvance to the modern day life where the society indoctrines the principle of selfisness into every individual. What people fail to realize that when they begin to make compromises for their own kin and begin to resort to unfair means to propel their own individuals- they ultimately lead to their own and their beloved one's downfall. Look what happened to the Kauravas- Their Selfishness brought both their own destruction and also their loved ones!

There is this beautiful sanskrit Subhashitam or saying:

अयं निज: परो वेति गणना लघुचेतसाम् ।उदारचरितानां तु वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम् ॥
ayam nijaH paro veti gaNanaa laghuchetasaamudaaracharitaam tu vasudhaiva kutumbakam

This man- He is mine. This other man-He is an outsider and does not belong to me.
Such is the thinking of narrow minded individuals. But the broad minded individuals believe- The whole world is their family and so it belongs to them- Vasudha eva Kutumbakam

73) Freedom

By your desires you are bound-
So trapped- how can freedom be found
Making incessant circles you run-
Claiming it to be life's greatest fun?

Millions died to give us this free air
Big bellies hog on food and do not care
Brethren in the neighborhood hungry scream
Illiterate children are taught not to dream

For our families we build golden cages-
This bubble has been growing since ages
The poor have nothing, the rich lust for more

Ignoring the imbalance, we close our door
Though I am silent and I do not shout
I have had enough- I am walking out
In a short life- I'll see what i can do

I want to be free- what about you?
A single life can really do nothing-
But when many join- they can do everything!

Sunday, 24 May 2015

72) He

Laughter and sorrow, pain and bliss all stem from Him
All creations and destruction occur as per His holy whim
All the living are but from his own womb born
He is both- night's darkness and the light of the morn

He alone is not bound or caged by nature's ploys
Yet in her courtship countless pleasures he enjoys
And yet detached - for aeons He does not interfere
And to this principle he is ever firm and austere

A throat all cold and blue and a Trident in hand
With the serpent necklace- alone he has to stand
Inconceivable to the mind and unknown to all
He silently bears the grief of all those who fall

He has no father and yet he is your father and also mine
To his children he speaks in the veiled language divine
"Who is He?" if to find Him is your life's sole task-
"Who are you?" this question to yourself you must ask!

Friday, 19 December 2014

71) Tree of Life

Many long days drenched in the rain I stood-
Turning skywards only I truly understood-
A storm cut loose when my chest I tore
For a great golden burden my heart bore

A gush of light exploded into night's darkness
So that its sunlit warmth all would harness

Th Gate had opened and the golden light had appeared
The mighty walls of stone all just melted and disappeared
Days and seasons passed away like winds of change
I had withdrawn and now nothing seemed so strange

My heartbreaks  I knew were but leaves that had to fall-
Merely vestigial in purpose, responding to Autumn's call
Become I had the link connecting the soil to the sky-
Frail creepers embraced and kissed me to a zenith so high

From my roots i realized my immaculate virgin form
I was the shelter of recourse, I was the terrible storm

Rediscovering my self, Once more I became life's tree
My branches nestled only birds that sought to be free!









Wednesday, 12 November 2014

70) Mirror Heart

My mirror heart writhing in melancholy aches
Its glassy surface everyday suffers minor breaks.
As it reflects a discordant world when it sees-
The same pitiful story written across the seven seas. |4|

Machine-men killing each other for pieces of land
And religions forcing people to chop their brother's hand
False teachers in young minds planting seeds of hate
A greedy few controlling the entire world's fate |8|

A web of information connecting a billion minds
And yet everywhere disconnected lives one finds
Greed destroying nature to fulfill wanton desires
And corporate lust only fueling these wicked fires |12|

The destitute and aged in dingy corners lying in the cold
Disillusioned youth seeking pleasure but their prime sold.
The rich with their cakes and yet suffering in prosperity
The poor without crumbs dying in economic disparity. |14|

The same reflections every passing day, month and year
As a mute spectator I watch as more cracks appear.
"Come forth and shatter my heart!" to my Lord-God I pray,
So to the world - His thousand reflections I will proudly display. |18|

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

69) The Rise of India: A youth Anthem

From a cursed slumber a Goddess shall soon awake -
When a great burden young shoulders shall take.
Five hundred million hands shall unite again,
To re-construct a Utopia for all to gain!
The golden bird shall once more spread wings and fly;
And new dawn's Orb shall adorn the morning sky.
Only when a latent talent, young blood shall harness
Light shall re-emerge to guide us from abysmal darkness. |8|

Lines of Division and Communalism will be erased
Institutions of hate shall non-violently be razed,
To create a free nation without a border,
To establish and set forth a new world order.
A great World War of Peace shall be fought-
Universal brotherhood and harmony shall be sought.
With the flapping of the wings of the symbol dove
All wars shall end with a singular weapon- Love. |16|

Our fore-fathers and brave hearts laid their lives bare,
Sacrificing everything to entrust an ideal in our care -
A freedom of thought, expression, growth and prosperity.
But today we lie caged again, wallowing in self-pity
What was promised, what did we receive?
Whom did we entrust our legacy, whom did we deceive?
Disrespecting our elders hard earned freedom,
To greedy leaders we surrendered in fiefdom! |24|

How many more nights can we silent sleep?
Our pained mother has already begun to weep!
Rising up from a shambles,shackles we need to break
Summoning a new path for the world's sake.
The skies scream this call from end to end-
To every parent, sister-brother and friend,
A beacon of tomorrow’s victory the seers send,
To awaken any earnest soul who has an ear to lend :- |32|

"Hundreds shall fall down, Thousands will rise again.
I may fail, you may too - But we will not fail!" 

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

68) A Love Song

Are you a dream, or are you for real
Who are you? Oh, Just end my ordeal!
You have been standing, Far away for so long
Just a little closer, dear do come along.

Like the morning is by the beautiful dusk cloaked
Your face by the tresses, partly visible -partly vieled
My beating heart, heard then the sounds of gentle feet
And your scarf's shadow my heart-waves rose to greet

I run into you, on every ocassion, on every turn that i take
And With in-complete conversations my heart you break!

Call me once more, by your lips say my name
Oh Call me once more, by your lips say my name (Echo)

And as I fall down,  In your arms grab me once more
And as I fall down,  In your arms grab me once more (Echo)

(CHORUS)
Oh Are you a dream, or are you for real
Who are you? Oh, Just end my ordeal!
You have been standing, Far away for so long
Just a little closer, dear do come along.

(Poetic rendtion of Kishore kumar's Khwaab ho tum ya)

Monday, 13 October 2014

67) Shiva Manas Puja (English)

(An english rendition of Adishankaracharya's Shivamanas Puja)

Studded with precious gems, i offer this seat
Divine clothes with the best jewels from all quarters.
Bathing you with the soothing Himalayan waters,
I smear a sandal paste,and the aluring musk scent sweet.
With Jasmine and magnolia floral decorations
With Bilva (Aegle) leaves and incense oblations
And a Butter lamp, O God- O Sea of compassion
Lord of all living beings, hearken my heart's aspiration |1|

In a vessel golden embedded with the gems nine
I offer you clarfied butter and payaasam so fine
For you, to consume five foods i have dressed
And a drink of milk, curd and plantain fruit- best
And flavored with vegetables, water so refreshing
And a piece of camphor too i have set forth burning.
With a betel leaf -my offering is complete in every  aspect
O Lord, This prayer readied within my mind please accept|2|

With the two chamara fans,Under an umbrella's shade
I fan you, Clear mirror like-  my consicence- I ve displayed
The stringed Veena, mrudangam and the kette drums resonate
And the musical sounds of songs and dance in the air vibrate
Before you i perform a full body prostration
And sing the various divine hymns in your adulation
This concert orchestrated with my thoughts in your respect
O Lord, This worship dedicated to you, please  accept. |3|

The Divine mother is  my intellect, and my soul your own
Your attendants are my Praana, and my body your home
I offer as worship every worldly interaction  that i go through
And My sleep is but a awakend state of complete merger with you
Like circamublating barefooted your hills sacred and holy
Through life i wade, singing the hymns in your glory
My every action is performed wholly in your devotion
O Shambho,Every thing is only in your consecration.|4|

The wrong actions I have performed by my feet or my hand
Through sight or hearring or the sins performed by mind
Those that were both knowingly or unknowingly done
Cleanse me of all the faults and grant me pardon
Glory to ye, O Sea of Compassion - O lord of Gods,
                                             the MahaDeva Shambho |5|

Friday, 10 October 2014

66) The RajaHans

( The story of a Rajhans- the King Swan realzing his destiny in the Himalaya)

All my life I swam along with the geese
In my little pond without poise or peace
Cast out and rejected by all -young and old
"You are not one of us"- so i was told

My brothers and sisters frolicked and played
Exculded forever- A simple company i craved
I asked Why? -But an answer I could not find
I was just so different in both body and mind

We began migrating as the seasons began to change
In my flock, Even my flight seemed all so strange
In the clouds, I told them of the mountains i dreamed
"Your Life is a farce"- in union they screamed

In the most painful words, even my elders talked
My everything they only  ridiculed and mocked
To hide my tears,I flew a little ahead but lost my way -
Oh! none bothered even to search for me-that dark day!

Night had befallen and my way I could not see
Hungry and lost, i sought refuge of a mighty tree
All  night, I tried in vain to quietly sleep
My family left me, many long hours i did weep

Parched and pained i searched for the nearest pond
I reached a lake where many pink lotuses spawned
It's waters glistend golden in dawn's morning light
While greedily gulping the waters i saw the heavenly sight

The Sun had risen from behind the white mountain peaks-
Just like the dream i had been seeing in the past weeks
And there were some beautiful birds- all so pristine and white
Awed I was by thier divinity- so warm and bright.

Very quickly and yet gracefully all began to alight
One being came close to me and said in a whisper:
"It is getting late now.We need to go brother."
Hand in Hand with that being i too took flight

By an ecstacy of realization I had been overcome
"I am the RajaHans and the Manasarovar -my home"


65) No You Never Have (An attempt at translating the Quawali Nahi Re Nahi )

Have you ever thought of this?
From where is it that you have come?
To where is that you will go?
No you never have.

Oh! Have a look at this world
See what types of people there are
Their real nature did you recognize?
No you never have.

You are one, So is your God
He speaks so - you tell me
With Him did you ever converse?
No you never have.

You exclaim what you have made
How magnificently things you arranged
Oh! Every thing only HE has done!
Only tall tales you have faked 

Anyone has a heart
Anyone has a right
Have you ever looked inside
No you never have.

Life is such a puzzle
And the time- so terrible
Do you understand it's truth
No you never have.

The same God that you call yours
Is also the God I call mine
So if i disagree with your view
Why is that you have me punished?

Oh, Someday come inside the heart and see
Oh, Someday come inside the heart and see
Oh, Someday come inside the heart and see

(that)I am your awakened free spirit

I am your awakened free spirit
I am your awakened free spirit!

64) A Curse on ISIS

"lā ʾilāha ʾillā-llāh, muhammadun rasūlu-llāh "
With a sacred prayer, your days you begin-
How dare you, in HIS name spill the venom of sin?
Do you not Fear that From the mighty skies
You are incurring the wrath of your Allah's eyes?

The greatest of imams and prophets,
The mighty Qalandars and the sufi poets
Since times ancient quoted the Koran to say -
That A true Islami only seeks the peaceful way

Shame on you for killing your own brothers!
At a time when all the world suffers
The pains of hunger, disease and flood
Yet You seek to form your own state-bathed in blood!

Angry eyes curse you- for taking the road of Shaitaan
For you have begun to turn man into a Haivaan!
Like man-eaters oh so blind you have become
Your own minds by the devil have been overcome

Even Life has now declared you Haraam*
After death -your souls shall gain no aaraam (peace)
The women in Hijabs can be called symbols of sacrifice
Not you- you masked cowards robed in clothes of vice!

When the powers to give life-you do not posess
By killing innocent lives- whose religion do you profess?
Mend ways and change- for it's already too late
The curse has been put, repent to alter your doomed fate.

As a pained brother this message i now share-
These minnions of evil ,May Allah not spare!

* This poem is a curse on the terrorist organization that has been justifying the killing of innocent children, women and men in the name of religion. I am not a muslim but i believe that Islam is a religion of peace and that the Holy Koran cannot permit the killing of a single innnocent life in the name of God. Shame be to the terrorists for spoiling the very religion they use for their selfish propaganda...The Curse of Humanity shall forever be on these followers of Shaitaan

Thursday, 2 October 2014

63) Hymn to Durga


(An adaptation of the original Hymn to Durgra by Sri Aurobindo, my beloved lord.)

O mother Durga-the golden lion you ride
From your plenty vault - limitless strength you provide
Thou art the beloved of Shiva, from whom we have taken birth
We the young hearts of India invoke ye-to emancipate our worth
Come forth, let your power descend on this temple land
Grace us  O Mother, with the touch of thy golden hand. |1|

O Mother Durga! since many aeons ago
Assuming human form, life after life we come and go
Thy bidding we dedicatedly perform and roam
And return to the blissful abode- our sacred home
In this birth too, we uphold the promise that we made
So Mother, Descend on earth- come to our aid. |2|

O Mother Durga, riding on thy vehicle-trident in hand
Thy body beautiful, clad in impregnable armour you stand.
O Mother, harbinger of victory- India yearns for thee
Thy resplendent form, we legitamately seek to see
With folded hands we plead for the descent of the divine
Come forth and reside in India -a home considered thine |3|

O Mother Durga! You empower love and knowledge
With your force most fierce and terrible
Your from most gracefully divine and beautiful
In the battles of life and for the Battle for India
We are your warriors deployed for the war
The might of titans Bestow upon our hearts and minds
And to our intelligence,soul- Godly knowledge and character |4|

O Mother Durga! the noblest race of mankind
India-besieged and engulfed in darkness we find
To scatter darkness, You rise from the horizon of the east
Dawn is but the glow of thy irridiscent feet
Spread thy light mother, Destroy the darkness. |5|

O Mother Durga! We are but children of yours
Make us fit to reach the ideal by your powers
Banish our faults, our selfishness and our fears
A great work through us awaits to be done
O Mother a mighty victory is to be won |6|

O Mother Durga! Thou art the raging Kali
Robed with naught but a garland of human heads
With the sword in hand, you slay the demons- Asuras
Pititlesssly Slay the demons within us, O Goddess
Let none survive, Obliterate them all,
Mother cleanse us so we may be pure-
Come Mother,herarken our call to Reside |7|

O Mother Durga! Selfishness and lowness blares
In India - fearfullness in every eyes' glares.
Make us puissant and also strenghten our efforts
Mother, Banish our small and little desires
Make us overcome lehtargy and our fears. |8|

O Mother Durga! Spread in all directions Yoga
Thy children we are, bring forth in us a rennaisance
Of the forgotten knowledge of our ancient past
Bestow upon us and the world - the grit of character
The aegis of devotion and faith, and the weapons-
Chastity,austerity and the Knowledge of truth
Mother, Show up on earth for us to find-
Destroy all ills for the sake of mankind. |9|

O Mother Durga! Slay and annihilate
The demons within and the hurdles without
May the supreme race of India-
Heroes of the love of unity, and masters
Of the written words and arts
Of sciences of material nature and spirit
With it's fertile lands and towering peaks
With gleaming rivers meandering past
Mother, come to us and Manifest for India to rise|10|

O Mother Durga!Enter our bodies
Let thy energy be the blood flowing within
Make us thy weapons for dispelling ignorance
- The all slaying sabre and lamp of truth's light
Listen to this cry of your chidlren young
Become our master and command-
Wield us to fulfill this era's demand
To rid darknes of it's every shade.
Mother we humbly summon ye to Manifest|11|

O Mother Durga! make us thy awakend spirit
So we may never cast thy force away-
Bound to ye by the devotion of love
Take our mind, life and body
Mother come, manifest and claim us |12|

O Mother Durga! Shower of the Heroes Way
We shall never cast thy force away
With our lives as offerings to thy golden feet
Our bodies powered by thy energy and love
Hearken This prayer and with thy divinity manifest
Thy greatness to thy land -India, please bequest. |13|

Thursday, 25 September 2014

62) Shiva-Shakti

To stir Shiva out of his unfathomable trance-
Shakti, began to perform her cellestial dance
A warm wind began to pick up pace and blow
Encircling the seated lord, her energy began to flow

The Glaciers then began to wither and melt
And the Ganges emerged from the Himalayan belt
On the world's roof grew a mighty storm so warm
The golden tornado that stored the prana of every life form

But The lords meditation was perfectly unperturbed
Even by the world's greatest force-He would not be disturbed
Now Shakti desperately began to cascade balsts of light
The spritzes gave birth to life on the grounds of blight

In nature-animals and plants blossomed and flowered
By Shakti's grace life on earth was thus nurtured.
And yet Shiva's mystic trance - she could not break-
As a last Resort - she kneeled down for the lord to awake

In response to her prayers Shiva arose and emerged

"You and I are one-
Dual and singular both at once
Incomplete I am without you
And It is I who am expressed through you"

Thus he spoke before into light Shiva and Shakti merged.

Friday, 19 September 2014

61) Mrityunjaya - Victory over Death

One day my mortal body shall cease to be
Death though shalt not cast it's shadow on me-
For only my physical shall perish in the pyre-
But my spirit's aspirations shall only rise higher                         |4|

For my soul seeks not an escape from it's earthly stay -
Rejecting nirvana, It has chosen the arduous way
Shunning it's desire for moksha- the liberation
Out of the blue, has come this singular revelation                     |8|

The greatest journey is in this material destination-
Here alone shalt mankind reach a united salvation
The Future's irradience today, I can not Foresee
But with the powers vested within, I do solemnly decree          |12|

"A hundered times more I shall be born again-
In every birth, i shall joyfully embrace the pain
Till from the cages of  matter the spirt shall find release
Until Shesha's burden, the Jeevanmukta's shall ease                  |14|

Endless cylces of birth i shall take for this destiny to fufill
For this is the Divine's imperishable and immortal will        |16|

Friday, 12 September 2014

60) I Fear Not

I fear not that my poems shall remain just hollow words-
My greatest aspirations reamin but poetic constructions
The inner change that I seek - remain purely cosmetic
Dreams of freedom that i yearn trapping in my own bubble

I fear not the day the winds of change shall never blow
Not the dead end that embraces the untouched road
I fear not being washed away against the current
And all the scattered dots that shall never connect

I fear not bracing the cold on my own
I fear not waging a battle that is already lost
I fear not losing all hope for the world
I fear not abject failure in my every endeavor

For there is this singular truth that i can see -
"No Day shall come when i lose faith in ME!"

Sunday, 20 July 2014

59) The Puppet II

At the outset, the puppet had fervently bargained
A fee from his God whom he always entertained
That the promise to his heart be fulfilled and kept
Within this comfort's bubble he had peacefully slept

But this contract is now void and torn-
Along with the inner promises he had sworn
With the fall of the king and his castle in the air
Childish fantasies break, disappear and tear

The same heart that taught the puppet to sing
Shall no more dominate and remain king
With this, the heart-mind clash finally ends
Accepting defeat the heart quietly bends

The puppet shall not see see illogical dreams
And be not disturbed by emotions' turbulent streams
Within the mind's chambers hell build a barricade wall
No more shall his heart make him trip and fall

The string peircing the heart was the strongest to break
Letting the mind go was easy, but the heart most painful to forsake
But this king revelation I shall hold till my grave
"I am my master and I am my slave!"

An unexplored world's doors have opened now -
To reveal unknown secrets, I have to discover how!
The surrender is complete of the heart and the mind
Nothing is mine except the sunlit path I have to trace and find. 


'Nothing is mine except the sunlit path I have to trace and find. "

Saturday, 23 November 2013

57) Who are "You" ?

Aeons ago from the skies , a Divine voice thundered to the mortal world:

"Who art ye who seeketh me and yet weep?
Who art ye who call my name and yet suffer?
Who art ye who serve me and yet Fail?"

only SILENCE ensued

and till date no mortal has answered those questions!

Sunday, 17 November 2013

56) Who am " I " ?

I alone am witness to all that was once before; is now ; and all that will be .

Immutable and Unchanging , I am that dynamic force that turns the wheels of time.

I am - This moment.

Monday, 11 November 2013

55) Who is "He" ?

Said the seeker,
To the master;
"Pray tell me For I wish to be free
Please answer, i need to know Who is He ?"

Came the reply;
"He is the maker, He is the made
He is the carer and the cared              
He is the prayer, He is the prayed
He is the sayer and the said                

He is the slayer, He is the slayed.
He is the betrayer and the betrayed.  
He is the swayer, He is the swayed
He is the player and the played.      
      
He is the desirer, He is the desired
He is the admirer and the admired.    
He is the savior, He is the saved
He is the sinner and the sinned.

He is the victor, He is the defeated
He is the freer and the bonded.
He is the wounder, He is the wounded
He is the predator and the preyed

He is the bestower, He is the bestowed.
He is the revealer and the revealed.
He is the redemptor, He is the redeemed.
He is the healer and the healed

Know this: He is the seeker who is sought.
From Him arises every  aspiring thought
He is the life that banishes the blight.
He is the darkness that is bathed in light

By perfecting one's actions only can He be reached
This is the truth that every oracle has  preached.

He is all that was and all that will be,
He is in you -is one truth for me.

Is He in me?
That's for you to see! . "



54) Radha Krishna

The dark cowherd plays the bamboo flute-
Dreamy eyed- a figure so Divine and yet soo cute,
Setting the village maidens into an intoxicated dance
Why even the birds and animals were lost in a trance!

So docile and yet commanding was this hero's aura
So gentle was the master- the usher of the Future era
Basking in the sunlight, he too joined then the arena
Joy Incarnate he is -our God, our love, our Krishna!

He stood out in the crowd- the apple of every eye
Like the beautiful  full moon adorning the night sky
But On his handsome face was a smudge of concern
Scaning the crowd he searched for only one person.

The one whose anklets resonated his every tune
The one- whose company made time drift too soon
The one whose every breath chanted "Krishna"
Pure Love incarnate - she was His Radha!






Saturday, 28 September 2013

53) Santorini

Came then an explosion of joy that every life sought;
The great gush of the volcano that new life brought.

Like the second wind that revives the tired athlete-
An ardor that motivates even the old-weary feet.

Like parched lands embracing the rain's gentle kiss,
Drooping plants that receive the water they sorely miss.

Like the balm that makes the throbbing wounds heal,
A caress of love that even the numb hearts feel.

Like the roar of the King Lion from the mountain high:
The winged horse galloping upwards rising -piercing the sky.

Like the clarion's call bursting through the first dark cloud-
Every mortal ear  heard the sound clear and loud.

Ecstatic skies thundered flaunting the silver lining
Ushering moist blind eyes - The Heroes are coming!









Tuesday, 27 August 2013

52) The Seeker's Song

( An Inspired translation of the Marathi poem "Dhyaas ek Sadhaka" )

Always a singular Passion's flame , may it burn within you
Persistence is the God for you,  Persistence is the God for you

Like the  Pole Star, may you shine  the path for you
Never halting on the way, the next step awaits you .
Engrossed may you ever be, in the penance that is for you

Persistence is the God for you,  Persistence is the God for you.

You may be all alone, with no one to stand beside you
Only obscure darnkenss you may find sorrounding you.
Whenever you feel insecure, Light the beacon inside of you

Persistence is the God for you,  Persistence is the God for you.

The chains of attraction and selfishness, may they never bind you
Don't you ever turnback,These bonds are just not meant for you
Become the aim you seek to reach, emotions won't overcome you

Persistence is the God for you,  Persistence is the God for you.

When the  destruction's tidal wave rises high  before you,
When a mountain blocking the path appears ahead of you
Become the mighty Thunderstorm and burst ahead the way for you

Persistence is the God for you,  Persistence is the God for you.



Saturday, 24 August 2013

51) Atmastakam - A Translation

Adi Sankara, eight years of age was wandering alone in the Himalayas in search of a Guru- The Divine Teacher. There he was asked by a sage. this question "Who are you ?"

It was then that Adi Sankara answered these six stanzas to the sage, Swami Govindpada Acharya who would later become his Guru and guide him to the highest of self realizations.

Adi Sankara answered:

Om

I am not the mind neither the intellect nor am I the self.
I am not the ears, neither tongue nor the nostrils nor the eyes.
I am not Ether, neither  earth, nor  light, nor  air .
I am the conscious embodiment of complete bliss.
I am Shiva .Shiva is I .  |1|


I am not the life force neither am I the Five winds.
I am neither the Seven elements of the physical body.
Nor am I the Five Sheaths of the Self .
I am the conscious embodiment of complete bliss.
I am Shiva .Shiva is I . |2|

I am not aversion, neither am I rage,  nor greed nor desire.
I am not intoxication nor am I the emotion of jealousy.
I am not the Law of Life , neither wealth nor lust nor liberation.
I am the conscious embodiment of complete bliss.
I am Shiva .Shiva is I . |3|

I am not sin neither virtue nor happiness nor sorrow
I am neither the Mantra neither the sacred sanctuary
Nor am I the Veda nor am I the ritual offering.
I am not Food, neither am I the consumer nor the consumed .
I am the conscious embodiment of compelte bliss.
I am Shiva .Shiva is I . |4|

I not  death neither fear, nor do I discriminate the races
I am neither the Father nor am I the Mother.I am birth-less.
I am not the  brother neither am I the friend ,
Nor am I the Guru nor am I the disciple.
I am the conscious embodiment of complete bliss.
I am Shiva .Shiva is I . |5|

I am the formless form that is  beyond the mind's imagination .
I am the omniscient, omnipresent, all pervading master of all the senses.
I am the conscious embodiment of complete bliss.
I am Shiva .Shiva is I . |6|









Monday, 29 July 2013

50) The Final Birth

Tossed off was I from the mighty mountain high
Became I the King-Eagle : Overlord of the sky.

Blown into the  Juggernaut-Hurricane's path of harm:
Became I the peaceful calm that dwells in the eye of the storm. 

Burnt to ashes was I then- in a terrible blazing flame
Returning from dust -the resilient Phoenix I became.

To quell my fire I was then dropped into the sea
Became I then the Great Flood for the next future to be.

Hopelessly buried for aeons was I deep in the underworld
The Tree of Life- I became when my seed sprouted and unfurled.

Transformed thus through Sky,Wind, Fire,Water and Earth
My Time arrived to finally end the cycle of endless birth.

Wednesday, 17 July 2013

49) Messiah

In a mortal womb shall He be again re-born,
To rid our darkness and initiate the golden dawn.
The Pain of the Gods and Man alike he shall bear-
For a new destiny from this terrible fate us he shall spare.

Like the common man shall he suffer and grow
But with a smile, our future's seeds he shall sow.
Silently and aloof he shall walk barefooted on this earth
To emancipate Man and enlighten him of his worth

The Parents' love, protection he shall offer the orphaned
As a brother -caress he shall the  hopelessly wounded
None shall now starve for all he shall dutifully  feed
His Presence's warmth shall fulfill the desolates' need.    
                                                   
To the material world he shall summon the spirit's light
Even to the ignorant blind He shall solicit Truth's sight
With mortal hands -he shall set off the next revolution
His majesty shall establish the new world for rapid evolution.

I know not when and how the mortal shall Hero become:
"But Ah my Love, I know You will surely come!".

Tuesday, 2 July 2013

48) The Angry River

Men and women of all ages embarked on the sacred road -
Carrying with them their desires and their little children in the cold.
For the legend of the Ganges was revered world wide-
Her pristine waters cleansed even black hearts that cruelly lied

Hoping to completely cleanse all the dirt of the mind
To touch its banks, in hordes thronged the superstitious blind.
So over the centuries scores of Men came and went -
Leaving behind in the holy river all their sin when they bent.

Amongst the thousands only a few came to humbly bow
For from their immaculate hearts no evil they could sow.
And great respect for the Himalayan river they deeply felt -
Not with Fear but with gratitude to its mighty flow they knelt.

But Many many long years time swiftly consumed-
The rivers silence to indifference was misconstrued.
With Every passing decade man's greed only grew-
"For Our ignorance one day all shall pay"- only a few good knew.

Quietly flowed the river witnessing the sins of man-
His collective misdeed imbalanced even Nature's plan.
One dark day, the threshold had been breached
Sorrowfully to the heavens the river goddess appealed.

The skies thundered a command to release the heavy rain
Now the silent river shall no more bear her burden,her pain.
Her turbulent flow now even the biggest boulder couldn't cage
Even the mountains shuddered at her furious rage.

Like a charging behemoth whose chains come unbound
Bringing a Tsunami of silt and all the debris that could be found.
Cities, men and beasts alike-the angry river consumed
In its path of destruction ,even innocent lives were doomed.

Yearning for loved ones everyone knelt down in the aftermath.
All young and old  togetherfaced for the first time-ganges' wrath!
"It's so very sad to think these lives all went in vain
Will our human nature still unchanged remain?"

Friday, 28 June 2013

47) A Beginning of Beginnings

Patiently I watched the last door closing,
Though all were closed I was still smiling.
In the future I knew not how I would go;
But tomorrows promise would surely show!

The last rope I had severed and finally cut:
My decision taken, my stance I wouldn’t but.
Twelve seasons I had worked and toiled-
Fate Intervened leaving all efforts foiled.

Now On hope and luck I could no more ride
But Enthusiasm still remained by my side-
Holding on to her, began I then a fresh start,
Fulfilling my duty, I would just play my part.

This turn would again fill my world with strife.
Nevertheless I have chosen this path of life.
Never again would I aimlessly roam
“Mother, Your son is soon coming home”.

Friday, 14 June 2013

46) Hope's Volcano erupts!

The Gods now are sleeping, it seems
For they respond not to innocent screams
This cruel trick on man, why time has played?
Where is the promised Hero?Why doesn't our pain jade?

If blaming the Gods for these delusional wounds is wrong,
Father,To which Illusion -have we  prayed then so long?
We refuse to accept this ugliness as faults of our own -
His own creations,when failed- Can the creator disown?

Moist eyed i once again sighed
When i heard a great mother helplessly cried!
Yet another victim of this Age so dark -
This wound may heal but will surely leave the mark!

Hopelessly we cannot resign to this pitiful fate!
But How much longer do we have to wait?
Today to our cries the Gods indifferent stand
Time is ripe for destiny to fall into mortal Hand.

No more shall we beg and crawl in god's name-
Grace we shall now snatch -our demand-our claim.
We shall light our own beacons of Hope
Indifferent Gods! watch us change our scope.
Stirred out of slumber with the broken hearts' wrath.
Blessings we shall command on our righteous path

Always together we shall stand in all our pains.
Fight We shall for the good that still remains.
In this war, many of us may perish and fail
But to tomorrows destiny- this ship will sail!

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

45) Invocation To the Goddess of Goddesses

With folded hands, my beloved mother I sincerely call –
The Mighty goddess who oversees the lives of all.
Great Mother, this sanctum I have readied for you to reside,
Within my minds chambers, to you now everything I confide.

My sweetest incense and lamp in your name I ignite:
Accept my humble prayer, O beautiful one draped in light.
Assorted flowers I have plucked for your Floral tribute,
Accept my offering, I know you will surely not refuse.

Just as you have guided the great minds of the old:
Lead me to my destiny – for only you I shall hold.
You stirred Bramha to bring about the cosmic creation.
For every inspiration,Maa- you are the only reason.
In this age of darkness, only you are the light-
Grant your child with the blessing of foresight.

End my wait, for too long I have been hurt I feel:
With your grace, many minds and hearts I seek to Heal. 
In your sweet bosom I now joyfully surrender-
Hearken to my call – it’s only you I am after!

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

44) The Arrival of the Elder

Unexpectedly he came- a silent gush of air ;
I closed my eyes as he tenderly caressed my hair.
Not a tear did I shed at the sight of my brother,
Though in his wait, I had braced many a stormy weather.

My hand he took without my saying a word,
So subtly my hearts call he perfectly heard.
My wild mind he said he would help me tame:
His thumb on my forehead he uttered the Lord's name.

I only stared at him not knowing what to say
He just smiled assuring me everything will be okay-
Only half a prophecy to me he told ,
But he showed my future in my hands i could hold.

Bestowing me with gifts he then took my leave
Time had flown so fast that i could hardly believe,
Humbled I felt by this providence of Grace -
I thanked my Lord whose brilliance illumined his face.

He promised as he bid farewell to me
In the air around present he would always be
I laughed as i witnessed the turning of the tide
At the right moment in life, the Elder had finally arrived!

:)

Dhanyawaad: Agraja:

43) God's Riddle

Tempest's young lovers yearn to drench ,
A rich harvest the farmer seeks to clench.
Moist clouds even the skies sorely miss :
Little dreams can be fulfilled by rain's gentle kiss.

Not far away, the rains perennially pour-
Bathing the lands -in all seasons four;
To the heavens the potter cries for sympathy,
To the rains beggars beg to spare them some dignity.

So very strange is this human chain -
- Where one's loss is another's gain!
"To rain or not" a riddle for even the divine one:
One child prays for  rain and the other the sun!

Sunday, 28 April 2013

42: Vishwajit Yagnya- (Agni Sukta)

(In a hidden sanctum, veiled to mortal eyes -
Time readied to perform the yagnya of Fire on ice.
Barefooted -the banished son walked on frozen floor -
To appease Agni and take mankind's call to heaven's door.
With closed eyes,for the sake of man.
Escaping mortal lips- the sacred hymn began -)

"On the altar of truth, O Messenger of the Lords !
Heed my call as I invoke the Gods-
Now has been lit the mighty fire sacred
May all that you devour turn consecrated.

O Agni! Humble offerings I make at your sacred pyre
The sacrifice completed -may you accord what we aspire

These primal oblations now I pour into your fire
I offer my cherished dreams and all that I desire:
Like dead grass may these fuel you to greater grow -
Lift me higher with your flames - lend me your radiant glow!

Now, I shed to you my flaws and all my vice:
Burn them to ashes,for with blood I have paid the price.
To Serve you only, rid me of my imperfection and  disease.
Come forth reside in me- from useless bonds offer me release.

Next into the fire I now joyfully pour -
Feasting on this may you fiercely roar.
My actions of Past, present and the future time.
My Karma, My works and all that is mine

The final sacrifice this flawed mortal shalt now make -
Immaculate Fire, my soul is now truly yours to take.
The same fire that now blazes before my eyes
Burns within me now, emancipating my rise.

The same fire that hath kindled the Sun -
See it burning ,O Agni, in the eyes of the chosen one .
Consume this too , O, every God's harbinger
Time is ripe. Let darkness feel thy scorching anger

By your grace, I am now a part of you-
Now I can perceive the inferno that shalt ensue,
Holy one! Engulf this globe in your fiery cocoon
Help us establish a place for the gods to arrive soon.

Lord Agni! hither you have brought the Gods-
Once again these divine kings shalt reign over their wards.
Ashwini kumars of the nimble steed led by Indra-
Also have arrived mighty Maruts ,Father Varuna and Mitra.
O Vishwedewas come forth, ascend your golden throne,
And endow man with the ambrosia- Soma has sworn."  

Earth now stands bathed in your golden light
Redemption is now complete, darkness has taken flight.
She is now awake from her forzen slumber -
The golden destiny has been reached, now no force can encumber!


Tuesday, 16 April 2013

41) Tomorrow is being born

The fire of fires tearfully wept,
Frozen within- its cold core silently slept.
To fly to the sun- the parched periwinkle sought,
Grounded by its twisted roots it was hopelessly caught.

The tarantula of pleasure devoured its mate in foreplay
In the heart of hearts, little children yearned to play.
The old Indian sparrow dared not journey to the sky –
Though the chicks had left the nest and learnt to fly

Tearing the meat, the fat man gulped wine in mirth-
Worthlessly caged lay the soul –starved since his birth .
Ripple-less the surface waters flowing calmly seemed –
From the outside none could hear the undertow scream.

To illumine the world was naught but a singular light ray:
Darkness dictated seated in the labyrinth of day.
Lost was the world in the grip of Maya’s illusion
Trapped – there was only chaos and confusion.

Truth lay chained in abyss of matter’s pit –
A golden lid barred the material manifestation of spirit.
The shackles could be broken onl by-the divine hammer of Thor-
Wielding the weapon the Mother and Master ended the golden war.

The lid lifted the ambrosial nectar then began to overflow-
Drenching the earth , it created a new future for man to grow.
By the will of the Divine the flame of tomorrow had been lit.
Indeed – “Matter shall reveal the face of the spirit”

Monday, 15 April 2013

40) Wrath of the rising Son


Sweet Mother, when will I feel your loving embrace,
Holy Father, touch my head and brighten up my face-
O Divine parents, your son longs for your touch :
Please Don't tell me, I am asking for too much!

The world's language is pretty harsh to deal -
Just one touch-will soothe me i feel.
Bless this son who is all full of flaws
I promise I won't tell, if you bend your laws.

Just this once Ma, I beg at your lotus feet
And my life will become a beautiful retreat.
The desires that I hold make me a butt of ridicule
And in this world Pa, I posses only the tears of a fool.

Please grant me this,
tis the only dream i cherish!

Now that i have embarked on the way  
To the lower world i shalt only say -

"For the anguish within me, only you are to blame!
One day i shalt teach you who is the master of the game.

Never again will you see my tears flow
These foolish emotions- No- you will never know!

What you will see is what you want,
Ask more of me - No - you can't!"

Like a mirror, your reflection i will only show,
You may draw solace in me, seeing your own selfish glow

Until the day Divine Love enters into me,
And parches my thirst, uniting me with me,

This vital rush shalt be severed and cut -
And The channel of thoughts shall be forever shut!

You may tremble, flee, scramble and run
But Witness you shalt soon - the wrath of the rising son."




Friday, 12 April 2013

39) Genesis


From within the inertial stillness of ethereal bliss
 The primordial vibrations escaped bodiless lips.
From infinity -space and time were then found –
Darkness and Light were both born of the first sound

Matter formed stars to echo the celestial light -
A golden sun exploded from a great star- white.
Many tiny planets were set whirring into motion.
Moons around the planets & planets revolved around the sun

The elements condensed -Earth, fire, wind, water and sky
An atmosphere was created for the manifestation of life –
Hastily life forms divided for complex organisms to be found.
One planet witnessed the origin of life from sound-

Ecosystems, habitats and kingdoms –plant and animal appeared
Newer species gradually evolved as older ones disappeared.
Most evolved of them was the species of Man
He was chosen to lead as per the Grand Plan.

Man was blessed with mind and superior intellect-
By his actions his future he could shape and select –:
Man chose Happiness and sorrow, Joy and misery.
With his gifts, even over nature sought he victory.

Next man created within him conflict and divide:
Ugliness and Beauty began to co-exist and reside.
But over centuries, this equilibrium was breached ,
Inequality flared as chaos’s threshold had reached.

These problems man’s wisdom could no more solve
For in the present state man had to but evolve.
Recognizing the need to go beyond the mind –
Evolution was the only panacea he would find.  

And then he heard in the beat of his heart –
The same sound that brought about the start.
Through that sound could he reach the greatest height
The next level he would ascend - the man of light!

Monday, 8 April 2013

38) Human Nature

We remember not when dreams we  see-
Not when planning tomorrow- what we shall be?
We remember not when merry we make
Not when credits of achievements we take. 

We remember not when we dance in joy.
Not when beautiful sights we enjoy 
We remember not when melodies we hear-
Not in the moments with those who are dear.
.
We remember not the good times we spend
Not even when with our closest friend .
We remember not when we get lucky.
Not once do we remember, when happy .

We remember not when adulation we receive
Oh! who are we trying to deceive?
Why is it that we remember only when we are hurt,
Only when we lie face down in the dirt?

Is this just a human fetish-vain ? 
Or are we closest to God in our Pain?

Sunday, 7 April 2013

37) The Farmers' Cry

"Ask not for the fruits and work hard"-
Likewise I have labored, my lord .
On barren lands seeds I have sown,
Thirstily I have tilled and grown.

To the world I feed my best crops,
Those that survived on dew drops.
Though my nation loves me not,
Crouching on the floor I eat the rot.

In the scorching sun, barefooted I toil
I yoke my only bull and plow the soil.
I dutifully serve it's every need.
When tomorrow comes- my children I shall feed.

For the rains -I have stopped praying.
With my great hopes-they keep playing
I only pray the rains don't untimely fall
And wet  and ruin the yield-my all .

 Though I am a true son of the soil.
It makes me shudder and re-coil :
My children's future when I see-
Oh! A farmer- it is a curse to be.

 I decide, before I grow weak and old
My land, my love- I would have sold.
My family departs with what I have saved.
Broken hearted to the city – but my loan repaid.

My brethren in quest for their personal dreams –
Heed not the illiterate farmers’ screams:
“Will your  white collars help you feed ?
Nay! They can’t- You have burnt the seed!”

Sigh!The fruits of my work ,I ask not the sky-
But in anguish – to the god above I cry:
“Lord I beg on my knees- not for your pity
I only seek to lead a life of dignity. 

Friday, 5 April 2013

36) The Path of the Spirit


The first steps on the spirit’s path are full of pain –
On the outside you may find nothing to gain.
Sacrificing all that you love, cherish and hold
To an invisible Will-your hands you have to fold.

You have to strive towards an unknown goal,
Doubts attack and leave you unsure of your role.
 Oh! The path of the spirit seems to be only pain
All your simple dreams appear wasted and vain.

As you walk further you find you are still alone –
Your path only you have to find -to each his own.
Treading further you realize and the way you see
With your life only can the surrender complete be.

On the Spirits’ path such a high price you must pay –
Offering all that is dear –you can embark on the way!
Once the mighty ransom you have sincerely paid.
The minds chaos and pain begin to fade.

Your every footstep is guided by grace-
For you seek something pure for the entire human race!
 On the path of the spirit - then there is no pain;
And by your consecrated efforts all shall gain.

For you begin to see what is really true-
“The divine has laid the path just for you.”
 

Tuesday, 2 April 2013

35) Utopia

I dreamed the dream of that wonderful place -
No one was alone and for everyone there was space.
With bread and butter for the weak and the strong,
Where young and old together sang the merry song.
Where everyone perfectly understood  each other,
The language of the heart - spake every sister-brother.
Where all laws of the land were no longer needed -
Every individuals' needs were spontaneously heeded.


To every suffering and disease there was a cure-
The joy of life celebrated- no one had to endure.
 Where the wise allowed simple mistakes to be made;
And young learners' foundations were joyfully laid.
Where the religion of progress only was followed -
Prosperity was shared and depression was not borrowed.

Both the rich and poor - respect had to be earned
In one's loss, the other had nothing to be gained.
Armed battles on the outside were no longer fought;
To end the war within- great victories were sought  
Man 's might ensured a home for every living creature -
And his machines ran to overcome the vagaries of nature


The Lines of Hatred and division were forever lost 
The judging of Good and Evil - just a thing of the past!
In such a place-where every one could succeed
Where the novice allowed the experienced to lead -
Joy and Sorrow both played their own part ;
Shared Together - no one ever stood apart .

All strove in harmony for the light to descend
Hand in hand  - Everyone had begun to ascend.
Oh! Such a blissful place it was that i saw-
No where could i spot even a singular flaw .
But suddenly it ended when my eyes opened wide -
Caught In darkness and confusion i had nowhere to hide

In vain, I  closed my eyes hoping to dream and again see,
Just another glimpse of the world that would someday be.
Of this dream I knew not what I should make,
Was I asleep or was I  then truly awake?

Monday, 1 April 2013

34) The Way of the Sword

Dec 23 2010

" In life becometh the all powerful master sword, a sword that shalt crack the most impregnable shields, a sword that shalt forget not thy reason for existence :timely and precise blows rendered by thy master-the forger of the swords at the smithy.

With renewed vigor and reverence for the master,lead thy charge into the battlefield amidst war-cries and becometh one with thy wielder- the new master.

Choose thy wielder with care for thy choice shalt befriend thy destiny.
Thy choice shalt be governed by the Universal Law of Life:
Harm not any innocent eye and spare not the wicked.

And when thy battle has reached its end and thy war is over, revel not in the exuberance of victory nor drown in the melancholy of defeat.

Forget not the greatest maxims of thine existence :

"Thou art a mere instrument of the Divine"

"Thou shalt not fear the day all battles are over and thy end shall cometh for thy master shall great you- with arms wide open" "


Love
Amod

Sunday, 31 March 2013

33) The Puppet

At first the wooden puppet feels no bliss -
with legs and hands bound to ugly strings
No movement on his own he can make -
Even his bow to the crowd is fake!

He then rebels against his master in vain 
These foolish moves cause such pain
The wires only the master wields -
Awkwardly the puppet  just yields.


When the shows over, he silently weeps
Inside his box he only quietly sleeps
Immobile he is left within his crate-
Finally he  resigns to his helpless fate.

The he learns to  move and dance -
As per the master's will is his every stance
he then learns to accept and bow -
In his life learns he to go with the flow

With efforts an expert he becomes
the time of the puppet finally comes
anticipating the masters every move
the puppet at last gets into the groove.

With his act to the world he brings great laughter
O! the crowd, by the puppet they define his master !!

Saturday, 30 March 2013

32) Story: The Sage and the mystic

Once upon a time, not very long ago, on the banks of the river Sarayu there lived a sage. After many years of penance- he attained sagehood and then he decided to spend the rest of his life imparting the knowledge he had received for the betterment of mankind. He lived in his hermitage with his disciples giving discourses, Satasangas and Dhyana sessions. Word of his wisdom soon spread far and wide and villagers from all quarters thronged to his ashram to seek his counsel on a range of worldly and spiritual matters.

One day, a stranger came to the hermitage to seek the blessings of the sage. The sage looked at the stranger and asked him: “Tell me son, What is your problem? By the Lord’s grace I shall solve it”
The stranger just smiled, “Wise sage. By the Lord’s grace I have no problem. I have come to pay my respects to you. Just bless me! ”

The sage laughed: “Ayushman Bhav putra. Santosh eva purushasya param nidhanam (May you live a long life ,Son. Contentment is the greatest wealth of man! ”)

The stranger bowed and said: “O Sage! The mystic also said your same words. ”

The sage replied: “Mystic ,who?”

The stranger said: “Before coming to your village, I had lost my way and happened to visit the wise mystic living on the other side of the Sarayu river. He directed me to your hermitage and he said the very same words – Santosha eva purushasya param nidhanam . I thought he was from your lineage only. His face too radiated the same warmth.”

The sage spoke: “Maybe it’s no coincidence that he uttered the same words. Tomorrow, on the auspicious day of Mahashivratri , I shall visit him. My disciples will be busy making arrangements in the village and I think I could take some time out to check on who this- so called mystic is.”

The stranger left and the sage had a disturbed meditation session. He was excited as well as curious about the mystic.

The sage wondered: “Who could he be? I hope he is worthy of all the trouble I will have to take to cross the river”.

He decided that it would be best if he would enquire with the local boatman about him before crossing the river.

The next day after completing his daily kriyas, he left his hermitage to see the mystic. He enquired with the boatman if he had heard about the mystic who lived alone on the other side of the river.

The boatman’s reply made him all the more curious. “O Sage, I only know of a woodcutter who lives all alone by the river banks. People say he is very wise but I have not met him in person anytime. But I can say one thing – that woodcutter cooks excellent Mahaseer! The woodcutter once offered his food to a fellow boatman when he went there and my friend kept on praising the delicious taste of  the fish cooked by him . ”

The sage thought: “He doesn’t really sound like a Yogi to me. Rather he seems to be a complete Bhogi. He eats Fried Fish!  I think I ll be able to teach him a thing or two about how the spiritual practice should be -once I meet him. Yes! Definitely I need to meet him now”.

So saying the sage ordered the boatman to take him to see the woodcutter/mystic – whoever that man was!

After crossing the river, the sage asked the boatman to wait for him and walked towards the mystic’s hut. As he neared the hut, he smelt the repulsive aroma of fish being fried.

A clean shaven man in his early thirties greeted the sage: “O Wise Sage! It is my good fortune that you have visited my simple residence. ”

After getting up and doing a pranam, he walked towards the sage with a plate of fish in his hand: “You are just in time for lunch. Please accept this humble offering of fish.”

This incited the sage very much, “How dare you offer fish to a Brahmin? I came here thinking I would meet a yogi and I get insulted by being asked to eat fish by a woodcutter! This is preposterous .May the lord have mercy on you!”

The young man replied: “Forgive me O wise sage. I may have erred. I am a Brahmin too but I meant no insult. I just like fish so much that I thought I would offer you something I liked best.”

The angry sage bellowed: “Shame on you if you call yourself a Brahmin and are yet trapped by the desire to eat fish! Do you do any of the everyday kriyas, japa etc that a Brahmin ought to do? ”

The young man meekly replied: “No Wise One. I am unable to find time to do all the traditional kriyas as I have to catch the fish, cut wood and do the daily chores every day. My work is my worship. However, I try to do a japa of this Shiva mantra that I have learnt during childhood – Aum Vishwaya Vashi .”

The sage mocked him: “And who taught you this brilliant mantra? ”

The young man said with a smile : “God only knows. I have been chanting this from childhood.”

The sage in a loud voice said : “Such Impudence! You fool , don’t you even know that you have been wasting your life chanting the mantra wrongly ? It is Aum Shivaya Vashi and not Aum Vishwaya Vashi

The young man replied puzzled: “O Wise sage thank you so much for showing me my ignorance. Please forgive me. It is indeed my great fortune that you came here .Pranam ji for showing me the right way of chanting. ”

The sage grumbled : “ You may have got benefited by my visit here but I did not! Chant this mantra right for the rest of your years and if you are fortunate you shall see the benefits in this birth itself. God Bless you” and stormed off to the boatman.

To the boatman, the sage said: “Let’s go now. I have already spent enough time here”

Just after the boatman rowed his boat ten feet off the shores, the sage heard the young man’s voice : “Wise sage ! Please wait. I forgot the right mantra. Please repeat it once more for me”

Clearly perturbed the sage turned angrily: “I will only tell you once more. It is Aum ----” and the sage let out a gasp.

The sage could not say another word, He merely closed his eyes and bent as low as his boat would allow him to.

The young man merely smiled-hovering above the water.