New doctrine

“I’ belong to no one and no one belongs to me” could be the funeral song for celebrating death.

But reversely we dramatize the death into a fake play.

Where sensitivity lost its identity.

Happiness stares in front of the mirror with its colored face.

Sorrow acts as a silly motherless child.

And then the conclusion buries into the memorial arch of darkness.


Word speaks out

in the serene field

while the wind speaks through silence

word gives pleasure

resonated as piano

forever into the memoir of life

word stops lament

through the flow of sensitiveness

like a solitary cascade

while word screams

everything ended

in complete darkness


laying thinking singing

dangling in the silence


crystal clear images

blooming through

the covering

emerges and silhouetted

blur shadow something

like a holy shadow

silence …….. hush

every everything


within the glimpse

of perishing……. rush


Words always grow

Come welling up from the mysterious meaning of life

That’s why

Words aren’t concocted form like human

They are the consensus of life and existence

Only they mirrored the true image of god

Word is grass

The grasses of heaven only haven of the true poets

Word buries in Golgotha

Where every grass dance with the spirit of silent words.

One day all the poets will go to heaven

Supple words have delicately written

With poet’s soft touch

Ensure humbleness,

Through the domain of self-disrespect

Because the poetry evolves from the modesty

Not from the self-conceit.

Come welling up from the river of words

Ever growing river which exists in every poet’s dream

As an insatiate heaven,

That’s why the poet’s owe no hell

Only sweet heaven of pleasure.

One day all the poets will go to heaven

All the poets will fly

All the poets will have halos like Christ

Hipster, half mad

Or else ideal, numb.

Yes all the poets will go to heaven

Because they know how to protect themselves-

From the poisonous pierce of sin

Before they got pierced.

Like the anti-ballistic missile

Manuscript is their court of justice-

Inauguration of the poem-collections-

Is their celebration instead of New Year.

And they will have survived looking through the high sky

When the loaf of bread will fell down

Just like as fragments of poetry.

My son is my sun

My dear son,

I always cross the hazy mountain to see you

Wash my dirt of shame with the holy foams

And have to get searched by the patrols

Only to encounter with your markings.

But yet I shall have not soared through the Louvre

To meet with Monalisa

Rather be a drone if needed

Would be an airborne in my indescribable dream

Or haunted like chiaroscuro into the festival of colors.

My son is my sun

I ‘m within you and

You’re within me!


Self-indulging resilience always submerged the hipster’s mind

Buy joy headed anti-hedonist never got allured

Because he already decorated his mind

With the last banquet of his life

That angel-headed knows

Life always shrinking

Like a joint

Glared in



Lucidity might grow after all these cleansing

Cleansing of heart, sheer lust and a bobcat of the mind

All could be labeled as nuisance at this stage of cyclotron

Even the dangling tongue that had been sucking the earth

For the salty taste of suckling love features only shuddering nights

Halo of the futile hell also handcuffed you through the antenna of your mind

And you subsequently took allegiance on that futility of haze-crazed by maze

But when you realized that you’ve been fallin’ from this magnolia heaven of haven

Certainly you’ve been glided throughout the panorama as a kite and the concealed freedom


Why Osho is confusing for the beginner?

I’m a great admirer of Osho’s writings and philosophy precisely his books on meditations. And in fact, what I’ve achieved today through the meditative mental state that had started from one of the Osho’s iconic book called “Zen and the art of living”.

But if I assert I had earned knowledge from that book on the one hand but I have to ensure that I’ve also been wasted my time at that time on the other hand.

I studied his books not to strive to become one of his followers but to be a meditative person. Off course I learned many tricks from his books and one of the best tricks that I’ve learned from him is that “There is no theory in meditation just look into your inside as you look round the outside world and concentrate…….”  But he confused me in many ways for instance when he says, ‘forget your mind’……. As a beginner, it was really shocking indeed and it has been arguably uttered in many ways.

To forget mind is not an easy step for the general people because it needs a proper guide and endless endurance. In order to add an antonym for the beginner I would like to say, – just forget your body instead of mind!