Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Artist...............




















Getting in touch with cloistered, 'Me'.

Searching sacred harmony.

Balancing, maturing!!

Betwixt, the two worlds.

The loud external and the silent suburb.

Is the hidden surreptitious world of the Hermit.

Away from the worldly belongings.

Solitary-ti, Creating symphony, mastery.

An artist.

Is the master, apprentice.

Acquiring, the secret world.

The cord of creativity 

Is buried deep within.

We the hermits, meditating.

In our esoteric worlds.

Discovering obscure jewels 

Wisdom, Knowledge!!

Fostering creativity!

Friday, April 26, 2013

vulnerable...........

















Making me vulnerable,
Letting love hurt me.
Taking thy blame
On me.
Was it helping, anybody?

You got miscellany notions.
So delusional.
Thought, were fooling me.

Admittance now,
I lean on me.
Centered in me heart.
found what I need.

What a fatuity,
To run all along for,
What was within me.

Stealth beneath the Vallie's
Of my subliminal self.
Obtained eternal abundance.
I am lost searching me
There are no extremities.



Thursday, April 25, 2013

We The Salubrious Battalion..













We The Salubrious Battalion.....
Bleeding wounds,
Contusion so deep.
Abrading each soul,
Hamstring each mind.
It's bloody, battle ground.
Bullring Deep within.

No strength moving on.
The injury so invasive
Causing thy grief.
Heaven and hell
All seen at  once.

Chaotic cry,
A scream for help,
Injured soldiers
All around
Anguished souls,
Hoping for redemption!

Life, the fierce battle ground,
Battling for believe, love, creativity....
We all have a struggle with in.

Move on,
Look around.
Sympathize with none.

Victory, achieved!
Exalt in thy Learning.
Enlightenment through suffering.

Giving up is no option,
The battle is everlasting.
There is no discontinuance.
No solace!
No Escape!
Haul on!

All winners at the end!
Demise is nativity in real sense.
Defeat is accomplishment,
Winning is walkover to oblivion.
Doesn't matter you win or lose.
Have Perseverance in what you choose!

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Women's Identity...















Searching identity,
It doesn't seem enough.
Being  Mom, wife and
So many other things....
Others Defining Me.

Deep dive, I realize
We are so crooked inside our mind.
Consciously denying.

The need for an identity.
Why can't it be enough to be.
love of all things surrounding,
Serenity of little deeds.

Life of a women
Passes through so many Identities.
When born she is a daughter to somebody.
Sister to siblings and that seems enough.

Marriage brings a different meaning.
With name changes her whole identity.
Now she is a wife of somebody.
Meaning so many different things.

Where is the women's identity?
She is definitely something
On her own not just something to somebody.


Monday, April 22, 2013

Wondering...
















How captivating is the need to find,
Some sensible meaning in one's being.
As you come close and can see,
Your time ending.

When you are standing on mid roads.
Half or more is already gone.
Time suddenly becomes scarcity.
Life and meaning destiny come haunting.

I have seen the old holding to
These things and now I know
What makes them so crazy.

Achieving, something.
Before your time ends.
Searching purpose
Still finding meaning
We'll pass by, one day.
Meaning changes for every being.

Holding caring will remain.






Thursday, April 18, 2013

I Have Come To Love My Agony........

















I would hold on to you my dear agony,
Cause This is my destiny.
I will cling to you cause you are my reality.
I will hide you deep,
Penetrated beneath me.
An invisible part of my dear soul.

Smiling,fallaciously Each day
Living my life every moment.
Life seemed so ordinary.

None knew.
The extra ordinary part of me.
My overwhelming agony.

Drowning,
Almost gone in the whirlpool of my grief.
Something held on to me,
A desire to not be blown out,
I decided to ride my agony.
Make it my weapon.

I nurtured it, kept it inside for so long.
Now I have learnt to ride it.
Go Inside me, when it bothered me.

This my dear is my invisible tool.
I would use pain,my agony.
To ride on me dreams.

Go places you cannot understand.
Inside me is filled with mystery.
It is undiscovered land.
I am loving exploring me.
And it's so much fun.
Guess what? it's totally free.
Sadly none is welcomed to
Share that part of me.
I have come to love my agony.

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I looked around and realised that all of us are facing exact same things, our omnipresent enemy: grief, sorrow, regret ....we could give a million names. In practical sense they mean just one thing " Our inability to deal with reality" it can be Love, loss, betrayal or anything.

The emotional pain we experience is so excruciating. I feel for all those who are battling dealing with some form of it.Some are brave some fall to these. The rate at which people are going crazy is higher than any other rate. We as a specie are loosing universally to grief, then why do we not hesitate to cause it? People are depressed globally. The need for special care has been recognised. So many are suffering already.

All of us know what would inflict it and who would be impacted, but yet we do not hesitate. How ironic?
Those affected are the once we claim to love. "Love" is it a weakness? Causing suffering.

It sure seems like that on a macro level, diving little deeper I see it is a strength to love and that becomes the strength for the week to correct themselves.

There are a million examples around us in daily life, where it's evident how drastic a change could be in somebody if nourished with love. In Buddha mythology there is a famous story about a man who was a ferocious robber, stealing unnecessarily, killing innocent life's causing so much misery. Buddha asked him why are you inflicting so much agony on innocent poor life's? Are you achieving anything? He explained that he experienced a loss himself and is now revenging. Buddha said what are you achieving, so many are dead and so many have become helpless. With you and your agony it's just you who is suffering. Do you think spreading it would get you back your loved once. This conversation brought a complete realisation and that man changed for good.Later became a renowned saint, doing unconditional service for humanity. That I feel is the power of Love and compassion.

The point here is that spreading sorrow is no solution, acceptance and realisation of what went wrong? How we could have averted it brings growth, emotional stability.

There is no education around it, we are not sharing our real learning's. We know there is little cure for it and it's killing a precious part of human race. So many commit suicide so many harm themselves. I pondered and found no solution to how we can stop it.

I cannot say how to stop it but I think there is an effective and productive way to live with it in harmony.I feel there is a way to come in terms with all agony, and that is to accept it, express it, and understand it.

For those who cause it it is an agony of guilt a different kind of pain seeing their loved once suffer because they caused it. For those who are victimised it is a much deeper pain. But all of it could be simply dealt with, by our understanding. And creating an environment where we are freely able to express it.Communicate our learning's. Diminishing the once who have erred is the reason we try to cover up, sharing and acceptance is the way towards change. I think it's OK to make mistakes and learn move on. The poison of suffering can only be captured by total understanding.

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” 
― William ShakespeareMacbeth

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

What's Inside Of Me.....














Words popping in my head like crazy.
Ideas oozing out, I cannot make seance.
Speed fascinating, I am gasping catching momentum.

What a beauty, mind is rarely so elated.
I wish there was another way to capture
Things inside my head.
Writing suddenly seems backdated.

Wondering is it really me creating?
Or the universe has a way of choosing.
Either ways, I am elated to tap a little bit of
What's inside of me.

Sagacious Society....














Somebody standing next to me
In the children's park today.
Whispered about another child
"They do not take proper care,
See how he is misbehaving..."

Almost everybody heard this whispering.
I heard the judgement in their tone.
Wondering how captious of us to be
So caviling about somebody.

None can share their problems freely.
Cause all will be discerning and sagacious
None can say what they are facing?
How mean a society we have created.
How ghastly we are with everybody?

Closing doors creating,
Million social boundaries,
No wonder we are the lonely lot.
Not knowing anybody.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

What If....












What if, I could fly like birds?
What if I could smile for eternity?
What if there are no memories?
Of things gone wrong?

What if I could just live today and 
Not worry about, bygones,
If life just goes On and On.
With No worry to torment me.
What if I could do just the things
I wish for?

What if,  I See views of things from high above.
What If I could just carry on with the 
Perfidious ways of life.
What if life just carries on,
Would I find it worth living?

It is the uncertainties that give me the adrenaline to carry on.
Life is just perfect the way it chooses to go on.
What If is such an mystification.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Illusions eluding me...















Many illusions Unknown.
A million dreams to carry on.
To go on a path unknown,
Or to just carry on in what is known.

Options are numerous true,
Courage how do I gather you?

I think I should go on the path of destiny.
Illusions I know you, but now you have to loose me.
Cause I am headed on my destiny?

The course is ahead of me,
You are far behind, away from me.
Cause I have discovered a way to elude you.



The point of creativity...
















I feel distanced from all things around me,
this vague space in me, filled with nothingness.
I feel no gravity, to pull me down today.

It feels peace and very elating, 
Is this the place? Called,
The point of creativity.
The hidden sense of things,
Seems so close to me.
I can almost feel and touch it with me hands.

Nothing needs explaining,
No thought is nonsense.
I think I am finally at peace with the innerself.
Creating no masterpiece, 
But a better Me.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

You are from me....

















Looking in thy eyes, my beloved sons.
I see such innocence, imparted trust.
I assimilate your love and take care of you.

The loving bond we created,
when you were in my Womb.
Nurturing you each day.
I'm also fostering my soul.

Learning the essence of being me.
Your childlike gestures are filled with purity.
You are learning the ways of the world from me.
And me the ways of the spirit.


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Saucer and the Cup...

     

 

Saucer and the cup,
were talking on the table today.
I  sat quietly and tried to make sense

My identity is being "Cup's Saucer",
You are still a cup, without me.

I become ugly and have no utility.
Our beauty is being "Saucer and Cup"
We look ugly independently.

Cup smiled and said,
You keep me intact when I am brimming.                  

You give me base and provide support.
Yes fragile we are both.                                    
Contemporaneously we seem beautiful.         

No matter how delicate we are separately.
Together we are meant to be.




Sunday, April 7, 2013

Behind me...


I find me behind me somewhere hidden in spent time
Moments gone by.
I find me a different me from then and now standing in today here.

Change is the name of the game you accept
Or it forces itself upon thee.
Difficulties and troubles in a way define me, 
the new today's me.
I find me behind me somewhere hidden in spent time
Moments gone by define me.

Creating the picture of life day by day
As a child it capsized me, 
being big felt so far away.
In youth I felt time is eternity.
Now  I am defined by it and know 
How these moments are creating the future me.
Running behind or before it is otiose.