Thoughts from Deep Within

Talk to the G

2011-07-28T10:11:00.000-07:00

Ding Ding Ding!

Oh sorry, ping ping ping!

That's the way to knock,

Knock the door less path,

To meeting your friend,

Real time online meeting,

With no real meeting at all,

Gtalk!

Available is green,

To welcome you to chat,

Busy is red,

To caution you, but yet to chat,

Invisible, an option,

A perfect example of

To be and Not to be.

Colons and brackets is all you need,

All your emotions now at your feet,

If you are angry or if you are sad,

Who even cares? Just place a happy smiley!

Then you are always happy!

What you are doing, or what you think now,

Put it up in status, so all can read,

Who cares if you are an introvert or not,

Reality here is but virtual.

Lol, Rotlf, Lmao, ttyl, brb, bfn and what not!

A new born baby's language you think,

Well yes, thats the inspiration,

Yet a whole world of meaning within.

If you are alone, far from friends,

Gtalk is all you have, your only friend,

Yet a friend genuine he is,

Through him, you see friends far away,

But trust him not too much,

He is known for scams too,

Leading you to friends unknown,

A perfect scam,

They name is spam.

Gtalk dude,

You rock ---- \m/

The Why Analysis

2011-07-26T09:50:00.000-07:00

If i knew what you were thinking,

Why will i ask you to explain?

If i knew what you intended,

Why will I react to what you said?

If i listened to what you have to say,

Why would i even assume you did not know?

If i knew you knew what you spoke,

Why would i not respect?

If i knew I did not know as much as you,

Why would i have not learnt from you?

If i am what i am and you are what you are,

Then why will i take the responsibility to change you?

If I realise that we are the children of God,

Why will i assume the role of the God in disciplining you?

If i know i am to die anyway,

Why will i perpetually nurture my ego further and futher?

If i knew you were me,

Why will i not love you?

If i could have just loved you,

Why would i be thinking this much?

Whom shall thy answer to?

2011-07-24T00:15:00.000-07:00

Who shall thy answer to?

To your master or to your wife?

To the taxi driver on the road,

Who shouts at you?

Or to your friend who trusts you?

Or the child who looks at you,

To give that one moment of joy

By playing with him for a while?

The whole world out there expects doesnt it?

Wants something from you always,

Answers they all want,

How to give them or how to phrase it,

Tougher it seems than the answers themselves.

Yet we do try to manage,

Answer we do, after deep thought, for some,

For those that seemingly impact our lives.

Answer we do, with no thought at all, for some,

For those who can afford to take that irrationality,

Answer we dont, for some,

Who just come and go and vanish.

So yes, we do answer or do not,

To everything outside, yet realise we do not,

That several answers lag within,

Answers of thy self,

Answers of those dreams that only you know,

Answers for the truth, that only you know,

Answers for those questions, that linger always,

Answers of what you live for.

Take a look at thy palm,

With lines running all over,

A complex maze it seems,

It is all but yours nevertheless,

Yet we worry about the complexities outside.

Answer to yourself, my friend,

That is all the answer that is required.

Solitude

2011-01-13T21:22:00.000-08:00

Run away from the people jungle,

Shy away from crowds which tangle,

Go away to a place unknown,

Be with yourself in a silent tone.

I want to find myself,

Lost among the too many people,

Thoughts and opinions from all corner,

Suffocate me they do in a gutter.

A glass bottle of water,

Calm and benign it stays,

Look through it, you can see the whole world,

A small shake, the water gets disrupted,

The vision of the world, now is blurred,

I want to see the world from me,

I want to find the me in the world,

Yet the world wants to find it in itself,

Blurred by vision, blurred myself.

Time to myself i want,

From the hustle bustle order of the world,

World where others matter most,

To lose myself in an unending cave!

Solitude is what i ask for,

Leave me alone, leave me alone,

Time is all i ask for,

To speak with myself,

To speak with the God within.

Orange

2011-01-13T20:59:00.000-08:00

Of all fruits out there,

Most juicy, tastiest,

Best in colour - bright and promising,

Orange, the cool citrus fruit!

A huge orange covering,

With white bags within,

Open those bags, you shall find,

Tiny orange capsules,

Seeds to irritate, but teach you patience,

Put one capsule into the mouth,

Break it and you shall see,

A gush of juice splashing all over,

That is what is called ecstacy!

Yawn

2011-01-13T20:26:00.000-08:00

A trailer of what is coming,
A signature of what is intended,
Face going into all shapes,
Yawn!

Mouth wide open,
Closed with the hand for culture,
Gush of air from the middle of the stomach,
Eyes begin to water,
An enchanting spell, to put one to rest.

Trait of lazy losers, may be,
Or also reaction to loser talk, could be,
Yawn, an indispensible part,
Of all kinds of communication.

Yawn, a natural signal,
Yet yawn, damned, but eyes dont lie,
Control i have to, expected to,
Oh man! Oh man!
I just want to yawn,
And take this forward with eyes closed.

Lick

2011-01-13T20:11:00.000-08:00

A teaser to eating,
Tongue to replace the teeth,
A taste more important than the hunger,
A lick, a small tickle on the dish.
Lick, an expression for obsession,
For the dish even after you eat,
An expression of love, the dog on his Master,
Lick, a safety measure to test,
The Sweet from the not,
The tasty from the not,
The sour, the spicy from the not,

Lick- a powerful tool, the only at times,
To discover what the world is,
The baby new born,
Lick it does, all it finds,
Its search begins for the Truth!

Morning Bed

2011-01-13T19:57:00.000-08:00

Wake up you do in the morning,
First thing you want to do - sleep again,
The last thing you want to do - set right the bed,
Fold those bed sheets, arrange the pillows,
From an anarchy as it is, when you wake up,
To a perfectly coordinate piece of art,
An exhibition of discipline, maybe,
If done not, wild all do get,
Some with maids to do, some trust their hands,
Yet a chore, an important one!

The world with complications, mind confused,
Take time we need to, to organise the mind,
Time to yourself or not,
Yet a chore, an important one,
Like the morning bed,
From anarchy to art, a structure with a meaning,
A clear mind, it is so.

Friendship is what living is all about

2011-01-11T02:39:00.001-08:00

Unknowns from nowhere,
Meeting with randonmess written all over,
Unknown turning to known,
Known becoming life,
Friendship is what living is all about.

I want nothing, i have nothing,
I hope for nothing, i expect nothing,
I have just given you all my life,
Holding tight in my palm,
Your life you entrusted to me,
Friendship is what living is all about.

Victory, failure, joy, grief,
All worries vanish in brief,
Life comes to a standstill to smile,
When i look into the depth of the trust in your eyes,
Frienship is what living is all about.

Choice, one always must make,

Options many, decision one,

A choice leading to a journey,

Unknown good or bad,

Yet one choice with no regret,

With an unending pleasure journey,

Unknown maybe, but motivated by trust,

One choice that changes life,

One choice that life is all about,

Friendship is what living is all about,

Living is all about that.

Kozhukattai

2011-01-11T01:31:00.000-08:00

A white cloud, more like a drape,

Engulfing a fragile brown mountain,

Neatly packed and sealed,

To protect it may be,

From the every flowing waters,

And the big white grinders.

Mountain, brown, no doubt,

Not sand or rock though, but sweet,

Everflowing waters, no doubt,

Not river or storm, but of the mouth,

Big white grinders, no doubt,

Not of those factories, but of the teeth.

A dish it may appear,

But God's gift it really is,

A dish He so wanted to eat,

But in anxiety to grab and eat,

Dropped one of it down to earth, he did,

Fell the dish into the hands of man,

Yes, man did learn to make it,

The greatest of all art,

The Kozhukattai - Oh man, ultimate!

The favourite dish of that one tusked dude,

Mr. Ganapathi, addicted he is, isnt He?

Throw it into the mouth, if you do,

Search you shall the treasure,

Through the white drape,

To get the nectar of the brown ectasy!

Oh man, Oh yummy!

The Kozhukattai - Oh man, ultimate!

Yes, man never gets what he wants,

Yet he gets the best deal always, doesnt he?

Man got nothing he desired,

But peeked into God's desire itself,

Now man desires more than God,

God only competes,

The kozhukattai, the ultimate!

A match between the divine and the seeker?

The Unmindfulscholar

2011-01-10T20:55:00.000-08:00

To know or not to know,
To do or not to do,
To be or not to be,
Matters to me not,
Yes, an unmindful scholar!

Degrees and certificates,
Highly educated class,
Yet no values, only unending greed,
Career, its probably called,
But life never learnt, wisdom never got,
Matters to me not,
Yes, an unmindful scholar!

A heart with no emotion,
An emotion with no reason,
A reason with no values,
A value with no substance,
A substance with no heart,
Matters to me not,
Yes, an unmindfulscholar!

Failure to pounce upon,
Success to run behind,
Running behind - Common to both,
Treatment however not,
One to kick, one to kiss,
Matters to me not,
Yes, an unmindfulscholar!

Growth only outside,
Nothing within,
Economics alone, no character,
Moral only mortal,
Matters to me not,
Yes an unmindfulscholar!

Love for not him but what he has,
Friendship for the contact,
Appreciation for ego massage,
Contempt for a rough phase,
Pride the only search,
Matters to me not,
Yes an unmindfulscholar!

Friend for support,
Love to share,
Parents to live with,
Values to cherish,
Purpose to live,
To die with substance,
To die as a good man,
Matters to me, yes it does,
Yes an (un)mindfulscholar!

Broken Arrow

2011-01-10T09:08:00.000-08:00

The human of the man,
The emotions, they profess,
The emotions of the heart,
Precious they are,
When heart broken,
Shatter into pieces,
Like the water does,
When a huge stone
Is thrown into the sea.

Breath takes a stop,
Eyes begin to look within,
Body shrinks in order,
To pound the heart,
With force of the Hercules,
Till it bursts into nothing,
But pieces of memory,
To kill without the person dead!

Gather the balance, vital they say,
Of all emotions out there, to balance
The most difficult, The heart break
Breaks into pieces, the heart does
Yet you dont know what to search for.

Friendship or love or distrust, whatever may be,
The cause definite, the effect indefinite,
The heart when lost, takes with it all emotions,
Emotions, the human of man,
Making the man, nothing but an IT.

Bliss

2011-01-07T02:42:00.000-08:00

Sudden darkness,

A shut of reality,

A few minutes of wait,

Eagerness all over.

A sudden stage,

A new set of characters,

A wonderful story line,

Imagination from nowhere.

No rules, no regulations,

No boundaries, no allegations,

A journey of wonder or pain,

Or anything that you can

Or cannot imagine otherwise!

A world where Alice in Wonderful

Could turn a politican!

A world where you could joke with

The President, no deal whatsover !

An anarchy that is most welcomed,

An anarchy that forms the order!

Darkness to light,

Ignorance to bliss,

Prophets profess,

From the darkness of the reality,

And the Ignorance of the heart,

To the Bliss of Imagination,

Sleep - the wonder man never can decipher,

And God's own beauty, it is.

Foe in Friend

2011-01-07T02:25:00.000-08:00

Friends come and go,

Friends sometimes a choice!

Choice, some are bad,

Though potential foe, most wanted,

Anxiety, one such for you.

Anxiety - fear for the non existant,

After a thorough search

Of the uncertain,

Even in the most certain of things.

Sleepless nights, nail bites,

Expanded pupils,

A storm created in the heart

Even for a drop of a small stone,

So much of an extreme extrapolation!

Imagination - greatest gift of man maybe.
But imagination at times, the biggest regret.
Anxiety - An imagination for death,

An imagination to drain

The beautiful dream of life,

Anxiety - Friend or not,

Enemy, definitely it is.

The Mind Time

2010-06-14T02:14:00.000-07:00

Time, a running phenomenon,
Uncontrollable, cannot be caught,
The whole defined by time,
Evolution it is.

Birth to death,
Fast it runs,
For body to form,
And then to decay.

So we are taught
Day you work,
Night you don’t,
Time decides all.

So little time, so much to do,
Thinks the aggressive,
Grab everything when young,
To relax when old.
Run fast we do, to race time,
To go big in no time.

Physical time, the above rules,
Yet one time, with no rules,
The time of the mind,
Aging or not is a matter of choice.

Here, the time does not run,
But keeps going back and forth,
Reminds and forgets,
Choice to stay young or not.

Maturity, time may be,
But wisdom, time alone not,
Use the choice, my friend,
Control the time of the mind,
Forget at will the bad,
Remember at will the blossoms,
Stay young you shall forever.

The Last Record

2010-06-14T02:12:00.000-07:00

Lived I have eighty years now,
With all and without all this world could give,
The time has come now,
To say good bye.

Born a baby,
Lived a prince till twenty,
Friends here and there,
No one remained for long.

Parents, the most trustworthy,
The only souls,
With no ego to me,
Yet the ones the least to stay with me.
Lost them I did at twenty.

Family I built, friends I sought,
Education and career all I got,
Ran I did after,
Money, wealth and fame.

Material wealth - the fight of all man
Fought with me they did,
Compete, betray and kill,
I did that too.

Joys, sorrow, success failure,
Friends, foe, love and hatred all over,
Lived I did for fifty years since.
Seventy I was.

One after the other,
Pack of cards, yes it is,
My wife, friends and foe,
Alike, die so fast.

A year back I said , "Hello",
So healthy he was,
Today, I stand in front of him,
Only with sorrow - Dead he is.

All wealth I search for,
All fame I lived for,
Seem no more,
In the uncertainty of tomorrow.

No friends to share,
No happiness to hold to,
My kids far away,
Everyone go one by one,
Anxiety, I am filled with.

Competition they say,
Success, failure they say,
Friends and foe they say,
Ego at all places,
All are nothing to me now.
Nothing with me now,
Only me now.

What next I do not know,
Next moment is uncertain,
Death in my eyes,
Truth reveals to me....

All is but a passing phase,
Will come and go,
Why so much hue and cry in between,
Now, I don’t know,
All on earth shall end,
So shall I.
So shall I.

Adolescence

2010-06-14T02:09:00.000-07:00

A transitory phase from child to man,
An in between phase between innocence and reason,
An unclear phase with everything changing,
Adolescence.

Hormonal and physical change,
A sudden gush of emotion,
A feel of Hercules within,
Aggression all over.

A phase of total illusion,
Assume to know everything,
But not know absolutely anything,
Random Confidence from nowhere.

Formative the stage, yet the most delicate,
A fragile glass work, balanced just by a thumb,
That delicate it is.
One fall down, shattered the life.
This you shall realise,
Only at the end of the phase,
Curse may be.

The phase of most mistakes,
The nurturing of the ego,
The killing of the innocence,
The most of parental abuse
Adolescence.

Adolescence
You show us, the change,
The shift of priorities,
Change inevitable maybe,
Transition, yet the post complicated,
Inevitable.

Apologize I should,
For all those stones,
I threw by my mouth,
Sorry - Appa and Amma,

Forgive you did to me,
God in you today I see,
But happy I am,
Now I am not that,
I am not that.

Betrayal

2010-06-14T02:08:00.000-07:00

Trust I did you with all my life,
With reason, belief and soul,
Stripped me you did of all I had,
Left me standing, middle of the ocean,
One more step down,
I shall drown.

Those moments, I had cherished,
Arrested them to capture
Into the photograph of my mind,
To live them forever.

One after the other, incessant,
You proved me wrong,
For all I had in store for you,
The most cherished past, today,
Is a nightmare that will eat me.

A heavy heart, floating,
In the lake of existence,
No matter what you push it down,
It will still rise up to the top,
Facing itself, teasing,
Kills me, it does.

But this betrayal, you have taught me,
To take the life with all turns,
Known and Unknown,
What does not kill you,
Only makes you stronger,
I shall not weaken, I shall not weaken,
I shall look up to the last tiny light,
In the depth of the eye of yours, O fate,
And say , "Is that all you got?"
"Is that all you got?"!

Water Dispenser

2010-06-14T02:06:00.000-07:00

Summer heat and throat dry,
Searching for water, ran did I,
Water from the water dispenser,
My thirst quenched,
So my imaginative fervour.

The knob half open,
The water comes down,
Drop by drop by drop,
Slowly , very slowly,
The water will drain,
From the can on top.

Open the knob fully, if you do,
The water comes down,
Gushing with force,
Catch it if you dont with vessel,
All water vanished......

Body likewise my friend,
Slow and steady, it shall work,
Overdo if you do,
Drain it will, rapid,
Life vanish soon it will,
With so many things unexplored,
Life vanish soon it will.

Dew Drop

2010-06-14T02:05:00.001-07:00

A morning walk, a sudden sight,
I saw a leaf, with small dew drop,
Subtracted the obvious, then came the beauty,
The drop worth millions.

Only a drop of water,
But a close reveals,
The reflection of the sky,
Through the leaves...

The dew drop,
Rests it does on the leaf,
Touching it , yet nor wetting it,
Detached Attachment, symbol of all religion.

Shake a bit, the leaf,
The drop falls off,
Not wetting, not troubling,
Space it gives for another drop.

So shall we, my friend,
Focus and participation in all,
Yet detached from them,
A dual act, maybe,
Yet the most powerful.
Shaken when we are from the earth,
Die we shall with pleasure,
Space for another soul to occupy,
Reflect ourselves to the sky,
Through the leaves of our memories.

Mount Road Traffic

2010-06-14T02:03:00.000-07:00

10 o clock in the morning,
Under the parching sun,
In the middle of the Mount Road,
With my bike I stand.

Cars, bikes, autos and peddlers,
Standing guard with aggression,
At the signal, horning incessantly,
Ready for the war?

Green the signal shows,
Start the war it is,
Rush the soldiers with all might,
Whom is the war against, no one knows,
After a point, the soldiers,
Fight with themselves.

Variant speeds they rush,
Stampede too at times,
When sudden a break down occurs,
Of a worn out soldier.

Abuse, threat, blackmail,
All for one scratch,
Brawl all over,
Victory for nothing.

Different expressions in every face,
Frown, fatigue, frustration,
Everyone with a unique agenda,
A feeling of workers in a mine,
May be?

But one good thing at the road,
Big or small, great or not,
All are one, equality and secular it is,
No class, no nothing,
Face the Mount Road all has to,
Wage the war, perpetually.

Guilt

2010-06-14T02:00:00.000-07:00

I did something or I did not,
Haunts me even today,
Reason - reveal it I cannot,
A strong iron rod,
Pushing me down incessantly,
Not able to control,
Going down and down,
Guilt, that is.

Can’t face the others' eyes,
All that comes out from my mouth,
Are all but lies,
To cover up the struggle within,
To realise it, I cry, but cannot,
In all I do it manifests,
In a happiness, only sadness remains,
Guilt, that is.

Someone give me the strength,
To set things right, to confess,
Someone give me the freedom,
To go back in time, to undo all,
To stay again tranquil, stand again tall,
To go back to the child, I always was.

Wink

2010-06-14T01:57:00.000-07:00

A tiny expression,
The eyes just close and open,
In a fraction of a second,
Wink - Small pretty creation.

To wet your eyes,
Else dry they will become,
Wet your eyes without sorrow,
Does the Wink - Small pretty creation.

So we do wink,
To wonder, to be smart,
To look at the dame out there,
Wink - the small pretty creation.

Small it does signify,
Simple it does portray,
Lightness it does convey,
Artist it does reveal, yes Artist he is,
The Master, O Artist he is,
To create, the Wink - the small pretty creation.

Comparison

2010-06-14T01:56:00.000-07:00

Two or many you do take,
Look at all, see what is best,
Comparison you call it,
A tool of betterment, you say it.

When shall you realise, my friend,
All creation on earth is unique,
Appear they may as equal,
But law and plan for each,
The Master has conceived.

Comparison, may be you may do,
But conclusion, you shall not reach,
Who is better or who is not,
All are but equivalent,
All are but that.

Shirt Pocket

2010-06-14T01:48:00.000-07:00

A simple utility,
Basic invention,
Cute little thing,
The shirt pocket.

To hold on to something,
To not carry in the hand,
A simple innovation,
The shirt pocket.

Now as in everything,
Stylish pockets you see,
Stylish pens from the pockets,
A reflection of status, you see,
Sophistication from the basic,
May be.

My body, you are too,
A pocket, to hold on to my soul,
Nature has given to thee,
As a temporary abode,
Hold on to it safe you shall,
Maybe not stylish,
Yet the most powerful it is,
Soul - The All Wisdom.

Cough

2010-06-14T01:47:00.000-07:00

A small disorder may be,
But a strong release of air it is,
An air rushing out,
Desperate to get out, against all odds,
Constraints you place on it, the air,
Free flow you do stop,
Burst it will for freedom,
Come out it will as cough.

Slave me, if you do, with
Constraints after constraints,
Restricting my free flow,
Freedom in thought, action,
Fight shall I against all odds,
Burst I shall with confidence,
Come out shall I with vigour,
Life the cough, shall I,
Freedom, I shall conquer

Doubt

2010-06-14T01:45:00.000-07:00

Every time I am convinced,
Somewhere in my mind,
Something keeps nagging me,
The 'What if' possibility.

Teasing and inviting it is,
To probe further,
Starting as a small point,
Probe more when you do,
An ocean it is.

Doubt, so it is called,
Doubt, when you do,
Flow they do, the questions,
Answer, may be or may not, you may get,
But wisdom, it will lead to.
Doubt, when over,
Birth it gives to clarity,
To arrive at it, the hardest ever,

Doubt you shall my friend,
All what is said, all what is knowledge,
But doubt you shall never,
God, family and friend,
Doubt them if you do,
Stab yourself you will,
Stab yourself you will!

Mirror

2010-06-14T01:44:00.000-07:00

Forget when I do of how I am,
Unable when I am to see myself,
Stand I do before that piece of glass,
Mirror - My reflection.

When I see myself, I wonder,
How different I look than I imagined,
Look I have often,
Else forget I would myself.

When I keep looking at you,
My two year old son,
I look at myself, refection,
Of past, present and future.

When you struggle to stand up,
I see myself, struggling against odds,
Looking at all in wonder, when you search,
I see myself there, searching for a purpose

Past, I rewind myself of how I started my life,
Present, I relate to my life now,
Future, I extrapolate to my life hence,
A reflection you are, my boy.

Innocent you are now, so I was,
Innocent again I will be, when I am old,
Child again I will be,
Struggling to stand, searching with wonder.
My reflection, after all you are me,
After all, you are me!

Perseverance

2010-06-14T01:42:00.000-07:00

Nobody receives easily anything that they want,
Hence everybody lives with everything they just got,
Bow your head you shall not, to what is,
But push yourself you shall to what will be,
Perseverance, that is.

Try so hard, yet you shall never have,
Victory only a second away,
Yet you would have gone nowhere,
Start from again you shall with passion,
Perseverance, that is.

When the world buries you underneath,
Still you shall look at the skies,
Every time they tell you are down,
With vigour you shall rise,
Perseverance, that is.

Win you might never,
But strive hard you would have,
Pushed yourself, nearer and nearer,
Closer and closer to your potential,
The Soul.

Holiday

2010-06-14T01:40:00.000-07:00

Two years now, for work, away I am,
From wife, kids and family,
A majestic eagle on the outside,
With no life, but stuffed, an exhibit,
That’s how I am.

A new blossom,
Reliving of the past,
Going back I am,
Only for a short time maybe,
Yet all I have been waiting for.

Holiday! - A refreshing experience,
Like a waterfall on the face,
While sitting on a stove,
Wow -It is.

A bottle beside me, with water at the bottom,
A cool breeze from the window, bottle shakes,
The water within dancing, here and there,
Sizzling, so am I.

Holiday, here I come,
Family and myself,
Here I come, here I come.
Take me, take me.

Spoon

2010-06-14T01:38:00.000-07:00

A hotel, food in front of me,
Delicious it was, no doubt,
Searched I did for the spoon,
No, it was not there!

Wild mind, it did push me,
Direct I tried to eat,
With my mouth, no hands,
Pathetic show, yet profound.

Little food inside it went,
Mouth and face dirtied,
Food spilt all over,
Unpleasant from all sides.

Gave me then, the spoon,
Oh man, Oh man,
Like a drop of water it was,
During the fading stage of life.

Spoon - focus it does,
Attention to the food,
To take it, to hold it
Out of the many,
Only what is needed.

So is the world, my friend,
Random and abstract it is,
Catch you need to, like the spoon,
Or nowhere you shall reach,

To catch hence there is,
System, structure, institution,
Follow you need not,
But devoid, you shall become,
The me without the spoon.

Gandhi

2010-06-14T01:34:00.000-07:00

The Father of the Nation,
The king of our hearts,
The inspiration within,
Gandhi - I salute thee.

A fragile old man,
At heart, the youngest of all,
Fought you did,
Without fighting at all.

Non violence, freedom,
Rights and socialism
Not these that drew me to you,
Not these at all.

A will so strong,
To face thyself,
To look within
From within and without

Change, you did,
When you believed,
Set parameters you kept aside,
Just consistent you were.

Right or wrong, not needed,
Change and introspect,
The essence it is not?
Constantly grow, will we not?

Two or more lives you had not,
Like us mortal souls,
Who change to circumstance,
Conviction only in their dreams.

All you had,
One attitude,
One life, one goal,
Same personal, same public,
The power of One,
The Soul within you saw,
Touched you did it,
Ours and Yours, the soul,
Hence they call you, rightfully they do,
The Mahatma, The Mahatma!

See Saw

2010-06-14T01:31:00.000-07:00

A stroll in the evening at the park nearby,
People walking and children playing,
A heavy heart I had, looking here and there,
For some solace.

A fight with a friend,
Abuse and smartness,
One after the other,
Just an ego satisfaction.

Just then round the corner I saw,
Kids playing with passion,
Up and down, up and down,
The See Saw.

Levelly poised in the beginning,
One pushes down, the other goes up,
The other pushes down, the first goes up,
Again and again, the game goes on.

Come back to proper level it will,
Both if they do compromise,
Come down one, and go up the other,
Equality - Only then can both get out.

So shall I do, my friend,
Come down I shall, reduce ego,
Respect your stand, I shall,
To Level we shall come,
So will the see saw of our hearts.

Politics of the Mind

2010-06-10T05:08:00.000-07:00

Contradictory extreme thoughts, One decision to make.
Volatile emotions, but some balance to portray.
Words coming upto the mouth teasing to be brought out,
Yet cannot! A continuing anarchy - The Politics of the Mind!

Vision on one side, with fear painted with the events of past failure,
Trust on one side to believe, with doubt on the other of possible deceit
Today's idea, tomorrow's rejected instinct,
And day after tomorrow's brilliant innovation,
Fickle Fickle - The Politics of the Mind

Concentration on one work, while imagination on another,
Everything analysed except the current task in hand,
Possibilities from all corners thought deep, over plain action,
Confusion - The Politics of the Mind.

Appreciation of another on one side, while scorn on the other,
Pride on one hand, vanity on the other,
Humility to profess from all corners, but ego to always loiter,
Angel and Satan - The Poliitcs of the Mind.

Thoughts running here and there, wild and infinite,
Yet only some to recognise, and some to analyse,
Too much to pen down then, but only to few to stay,
Randomness - The Politics of the Mind.

Reality to deal with, abstractness to live with,
Heaven or Hell , a state of the Mind,
The politics eternal, no beginning no end,
Soul - Purpose of the Politics of the Mind.

Toughest may be to deal with, but the only purpose,
Balance may be you should, the war within,
A choice in every situation arises it does, good or evil,
Choice to live or die. within and without,
Choice - The Politics of the Mind.

In all hatred hence, love you shall,
In all revenge hence, forgive you shall,
In all conquest, renunciate you shall,
In all thoughts, contribute you shall,
In all hell, heaven see you shall,
The key to the unconceivable,
Politics of the Mind.

Pencil

2010-06-10T05:06:00.000-07:00

A piece of lead,
Chiselled into a straight line,
Pencil it is,
The soldier of all art.

Pencil, the wedding ring,
To wed the bridegroom - Thought
With the bride - Paper,
Issue they give birth to - Knowledge.

Shapen one has to the pencil,
To brighten the output,
Sharpen likewise I have to my reason.
To brighten my wisdom.

Reduce will the lead,
Use more if you do,
Kill it does itself,
To offer itself to mankind.

O pencil, disappear you may with use,
Yet you have transformed yourself,
To a work, art or thought,
To remain forever.

So shall I live,
For purpose I believe in,
Drain myself, may be,
But contribute I will,
To remain for eternity.

3 16 AM

2010-06-10T05:04:00.000-07:00

Nine months or so in a dark place,
Tied around with tubes,
Eyes closed, cuddled,
Yet, the safest in the whole universe.

Somewhere, someone, something had told me,
"Never get out, for you will see,
Everything not in this place,
Wretched reality you will have to face!"

Sudden jerk from nowhere,
Pushing me hard downwards,
Struggled did I to hold on,
I would not budge......

The force very powerful,
Sliding me down and down.
Until I saw a beam of light,
From outside, with streams of pain
Around the corner.

But firm I was to not give up,
Caught everything I could find,
Yet the force would not stop,
It was determined!

With great fight I persisted,
The force came down, it did,
With satisfaction, I looked at the top.
Oh Alas! The top above now getting torn apart!

A whole new light entered,
Two huge hands approaching me,
Give in I would not,
But pull me out, they will!

Fears of the world rushed
Up to my eye,
Bleeding with water, tears they say,
Cried I did loud,
Why? Why? To everyone I did not know,
Yet all I could hear,
Was laughter all over.

3.16 AM it was,
They call that the Birth,
Stripped I felt of everything,
Innocence, safety and bliss.

Just then placed me that nurse,
Near a cushion like surface,
Lasted only for a few seconds,
Near some person sleeping....

Those ten seconds I felt,
Life now had begun,
A journey to explore,
With safety assured,
All through that travel.

Safety, the same as in the place,
I was before.......
Later they taught me,
That that was Mother!
From then till now,
That is all I wish to know!

The Underdog

2010-06-10T04:58:00.000-07:00

Do it once and do it well,
Expect from all corners, they will,
Do it bad or do it never,
Treat you they will, that you cannot do ever.

The Underdog,
Limelight you have not come to,
Or may be you can,
But never knew how to.....

While the world looks down upon you,
Fuming with passion, only you know,
What you are upto....
Pounce you will at opportunity, I know,
But when are where, along with you, I shall wait too.

How brilliant they are,
To not know you,
Untapped and unrecognized you are,
When will they realise,
To respect you?

Win you will, one day,
Stop never , always you shall play,
Underdog is all but a phase,
Its all but that!!
Its all but that!!

Plug Point

2010-06-08T21:43:00.000-07:00

Dark was the room,
Hand went searching,

To search for the light,

Switched it on,

Eyes brightened at the sight,

Sight of the three holed plug point,

A fascination alright!

Three holes,

Two extremes,

One balance,

To free flow,

The river of electricity.

Positive and Negative,

Nodes they are called,

Two opposite extremes,

Gushing with energy,

With intensity and aggression, unimaginable.

While they rush,

To prove a point to each other,

Racing with no limit,

Then comes from nowhere,

The balance called Earth.

Earth they call it,

To define the depth ,

Its holding capacity

All fluctuations it does take.

Tolerance – May be?

Drain the excess,

Arrest the fluctuation,

Neutral may be,

But that final touch, the ultimate breath.

O Plug point, you show to me,

The balance in all,

All extremes – thought, emotion and action,

Drain you ask us to, the greed,

Arrest you plead us to, the fickle mind – Volatility,

Drain and arrest, once you do,

Reach you will,

To the unlimited space,

Unlimited Holding capacity,

The Tolerance Of all existence,

The Infinity of all love - The Soul.

Morning Idli

2010-06-07T19:00:00.000-07:00

Morning hunger, heat in the belly,

To quench that aggression,

Is that lovely Idli,