Unknown lover…

Time is an unknown lover, and
Life, his sweet beloved.
Yielding dreams and tears,
Embrace and kiss, adore and hug,
And then discard like an unwanted treasure...
Will make beautiful gardens among the sky
Build a mansion inside that garden,
Will cherish and foster children of love,
And at last drown us in the pyre of grief.
Alas! Such is the amazing kinds of dreams!

It will display unseen heavens and then
Take us for a delightful joy ride
In a chariot of gold through the sky;
With a lullaby will soothe you and lead
You to a slumber quietly with
The most excellent music on earth.
Then land in a forlorn desert and
Abandon you there to die and become rancid.
Alas! Relationships entangles in such a way!

LIFE… An Epic.

Life is a book of epic!
Where are the pages to write the accounts?
Who gave this precious book,
And kept it open in front of the humans?
And kindled a lamp called life
For him to read at his will,
And forget himself and live?

Enjoy each sentence in this epic.
It is embedded with exultation
And delight; vibrant with passion.
And love and lust, ravished by charms.
The lamp may extinguish to day or
Tomorrow, then there will be utter darkness,
The book will be illegible and fade away.

Idiots try to write accounts in its pages.
They add and subtract continuously.
But finally, all additions and subtractions
Turns to be erroneous, and faulty….

Last rites!

Memories, amity, links through previous births,
Wealth, desires, charity, deliverance from worldly bonds,
And all, are illusory and desultory delights
Of the unknowing mind, lacking wisdom in its hold.
Only one thing remains as eternal and ingenuously true.
DEATH, and its reflections; the ensuing grief.
In the unexpected wounds inflicted in the soul,
Every step becomes warfare, like a ‘*Kurukshethra’
In the mind, and each moment, a Good Friday.

From a mysterious void, emanate the life
With different faces and shapes, most unusual,
And extra ordinary, very much divergent,
Strange and unique, unrivalled and idiosyncratic
Entity; vivid, vivacious, and radiant
Incomparable incarnations of intrinsic worth!
For this entity called “you” or “me”, death is
The end of our world; we become naught!

When the metamorphosis through death turns me into ashes
Do you know what makes me intrepid in that state?
Your look, your tinge, your voice, the fragrance
Embracing your body, ever blooming glow
Embellishing your loveliness, your weariness, your tear drops,
And the purity gleaming in your face, in prayer!


* Kurukshethra is the battle fought between the Pandavas and the Kouravas,in the epic
'Maha Bharatha'.

VOGUE

…
This aeon is treacherous;
An age of strife, evil and wickedness
We see only masked faces
Turning our life into masquerades;
Feigned smiles, convincing flatteries,
Fetish beliefs, false promises;
All carrying a shackle attached to their ankles.
High- octane thoughts, high pitched laughter,
{“Like the crackling of thorns, under a pot”},
High-speed affability, pretending hypocrites;
Hyperbolic utterances, simulated snobbishness.

When man loves another man
God is taking birth in their minds.
When he starts hating another,
HE dies in the mind, and HE is buried!

On the sacrificial stone at the alter
Of unseen fate, the Time has placed man
As a sacrifice; his limbs tied up and
The guillotine may come down, any moment..
Truth has been chasing the dumb shadows
Of falsity, and myth always, in vain.

Time is a torrent and in the deluge, the desires
Plunge and surmount, rambling and drifting
In a quandary, as in a Jacuzzi.
We may believe that the quaint horizon is at hand
Yet, when we near it, it becomes distant.
That is the horizon of our desires!

Life is a tragedy.... Face it.

It so happens that there is a conspiracy being hatched
behind our back, always to take the joy and sunshine
out of our life. They come in form of maladies,
accidents,deaths, etc, and we become losers in the end.

Life has to cope up with such tragedies in a better
way, and sometimes philosophy, religion
psychotherapy, meditation etc. may help us to
overcome that and bring us back to normalcy.
A perception of our mental attitude with physical
Reaction- we call them emotions. Our feelings
trigger this emotion and we succumb to sadness,
melancholy, solitude, and helplessness. And victims
of such tragic situations, resort refuge in religion,
liquor, and may be drugs and sometime even commit
suicide.

Whatever happens in our life, we have to accept it with
equanimity. A resurrection from the graveyard of our
morbid state become inevitable. This could be achieved
only by rational thinking. We cannot accept the
principles of Fatalism. When something is out of
human control, how do we define it? Coincidence!
Cataclysm! Catastrophe! Who or What caused it?

There is an element of an unknown force or factor
underplaying in it. May we call it Providence..
perpetrating undesired events in our life.
Who?...God!.. Satan!... Weird Powers!...Supernatural
Forces!...Aliens!...Extraterrestrials!...
We are unable to find a proper answer to that.

“All that happened hitherto is good!
All that will happen in future also is good!
All that we lost did not belong to us!
All that we will lose also is not ours!
We did not bring anything to this world!
What we acquired here, belonged to someone yesterday!
It was there even before we came into existence….’

Think about this! Does it convey any meaning in your
thoughts or imagination?
What is your view?

(Based on Bhagavad Gita.)