Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Magic of Dawn.

Into the gentle embrace of night,

how calmly dawn does sleep;

Like a child with a smile on its face,

in the laps of his mother it dreams.

Slowly it awakes from the shadows of dark,

to a bright new day it rise;

Dusting away its lazy sleep,

spreading across the skies.

Tenderly knocking the nests of aves,

whose young ones on the boughs do rock;

Together they sing to welcome the morn,

along with their friends in flocks.

The saffron tinted sky of dawn,

across the ocean green tis'streatched;

With the display of light's interplay,

Which the artist in his easle has sketched.

Cold breeze blowing through the clouds,

carries the scent of musk;

O'er the land as it comes,

Carries with it the dusk.

Mesmerising indeed, is this beauty divine,

raptures the joy, like a young ravine;

Consuming my soul and mind it says...

seek me oh wise! for your truth is also mine.

Saturday, September 16, 2006

When Angels Save the Dead

An ocean of eternity waits
but the lapse of tides go on;
And still I wander like a lost soul,
in the alleys of life so dark.

Shadows of past haunt this day,
and shall haunt the morrow as well;
when storms are the pavers of our path,
what more can we expect?

Sorrows measure fathoms deep,
and you drown in the ocean of tears!
But the sight of your angel there for you
Wipes out all your fears.

There, to save you, it appears,
guised as an innocent lamb;
To lift you from this deadly strife,
and help you to repent?

But those who know nothing of this,
how shall they be prepared?
Will they perish and become the dust,
or will they meet their angel as well?

But when angels save the deads of ever,
need be for them to repent?

Who Am I?

Am I the mortal bond of men,
or am I a the freedom of birds?
Am I the path of lonely hearts,
or am I the sound of worlds?
Am I the water of gushing streams,
or am I the melody of reeds?
Am I the light of hopless darks,
or am I the begger on streets?
Am I the fragrance of daffodils,
or am I a pearl of dews?
Am I the smile of an innocent child,
or am I the truth all knew?
Am I the edge of the sword of truth,
or am I the valour of knights?
Am I the charm of the 'maggi' devine,
or am I the koans of 'wu'?
Am I the suffering of ignorants,
or am I the wisdom of wise?
Am I the one who really exists,
or am I spirit of light?
Am I 'duende' of all that is,
or am I the shower of rain?
Am I the one to see the end,
or am I the one to be slain?
What am I and who am I,
I know none about...
But one thing that I know for sure,
is...I am a hermit, who sings his dirge!
.....wink, and everything is changed!! ;)


"People say nothing changes overnight, but I don't agree. Even a moment enough to change your life; and you don't even need any big thing to bring about this change. Anything works...a lightning, a thunderstorm, breeze kissing your face on a sunny day even; a drop of rain, or a smile of an innocent soul even; melodies of birds or tunes of the angels' harps even. Changes occur every moment, we just don't understand them. Everything you do, everything you think, everything you plan changes the world. Each of these things have their own importance, their own place in the hierarchy of existence! But imagine thinking about this without language. Can you think without language? There would have been no reality without language, but isn't it also true that there would have been no language without reality? But what comes first? Time it seems to stretch for eternity and all these things occur in it. What exactly is eternity? Can we really see it in a grain of sand, as Blake thought? What is time? Does time run faster than thoughts or do the thoughts determine its passage? What if a hundred years are to be contained in a minute, and a hundred such minutes in a second; a hundred such seconds again in a momeny and this single moment lasts only so long as it takes for you to wink your eyes?! All your lives and all your deaths, all your acts and all your deeds come and go in this one moment but it lasts for an eternity!
You live for this one moment, yet we say there is no such moment to live in; and when it comes to an end, you realise that it were your deeds which determined the length of this moment. Some make it last for a second, others stretch it for an eternity; while the others live as if they would never die, and then die as if they never lived!! As it comes to an end, you start realiseing the truths. Some awake at the right time, while others never drop their slumber. Whatever they do, one thing is for sure, the truth starts unfolding only when your time comes, not a moment before. You understand that you tried to run with time, but when reality was that there was no time to run with! You live as a slave of your ego, bragging about your achievements, showing off your deeds and acts, but when the truth was that there was nothing to be achieved and no you to achieve anything. We exist as a thought, and yet there is no mind to think us; we are bound by its imagination, but we are itself the one who imagines and the one who is bound in illusion...it's too absurd to be real, but at the same time it is too complex to be real.
You never lived your life, you start realising...all you did was living with it!! You unleashed your vengeance on your enemies, but did you ever realise that you yourself are your friend and you yourself are your foe?! Hot or cold, water never changes, all that changes is the way your hand feels it, you start realising. You imposed senseless restrictions on yourself for no reaons, but you were never bound by anything; freedom was always yours, you simply failed to recognise it! You never realised the one ultimate truth...that there is nothing without you, and you are nothing without anything else! All you ever sought was always within you, you just had to search it!
Everyone's turn comes when your destiny reaps, soul's dreams start manifesting and your heart shows you the way. All you are supposed to do is to follow it!!!"

I can never forget these words of "WU"! Revelations at its best. Why then, I don't understand, do they discriminate and boast about trivial things? Well, that's why I believe they call it a game of chance, not everyone's chance come at the same time! I thought I should share them with all of you.

Nil Desparandum...Nosce te Ipsum...Et Curum!!