The Holocaust used to manifest in my mind
While I step down through that lonely stairwell.
Where do I go in this meaningless life of froth?
However, some peace used to rain
While stepping down in the street.
The sun used to rain as forever
From the heavenly sky.
But sudden chilling wind yet to evaluate
this ever disappearing form even more,
Like that awaiting stray in front of the hotel
merely differentiate between me and it.
The gusty wind left away after diffusing
that question in to the atmosphere
And had brought some joy
as helpless star acts in the universe!
31st January, 2016
Longing for a corrective conclusion
when the rain of hatred will turn into the hail fall
The suppressed conscious of Neanderthal will regain it reign again
Through the quadruple game of brain for who to lead the milliard of modules?
or who to lead the the human, it’s conscious, forms or something like Not-self!
Or the organism that rise from the secret pain of a pale seagull
Will have comfortably flied up in the fresh air
Perhaps that will filled with neither oxygen nor hydrogen
some kind of ungrammatical air
Perhaps their would be a time about to sweeping up
That all the oysters from a kind of airy phenomenon
through the unfinished touch within the beautiful fair of colors.
I should draw the dream that’s been rooted down
And also the dreams that have been lost
within the road of thousand miles of suffering
that we crossed stealthily in the transcending
of inhuman to Anatma, wouldn’t they have a chance
to join in this Exodus towards the light of heaven?
In this shimmering colors of the evening
After a tedious span of time of the noon
That’s been scratched our tender conscious
But yet the sudden feelings of that dream roots
Drag us through the ground with the speed of light
and imagined that we just touch the ground again
With its subterranean root and hence ‘should be hold with
the conscious eyes only!’ are you listening this chant, versifier!
He who wanders everywhere like a puppy, happily
His suffering must be ceased
He who lost himself within everything like the wind
His suffering must be ceased
He who amends himself and take the right course without any intention
His suffering also ceased
wandering around in the gardens only for the fragrance
without plucking the flowers!
27th January, 2016
Love always blooms
Even if it is withered
Unappealing and disgusting
Gathered to be cumulus clouds of hatred
Utterly nonsense while appears with unanticipated gifts
But love always blooms nonetheless
Love always absorbs the suffering
That have been left out as pain
Pain always enhances the love
That you are longing for
Through your dampened window
Through your latch
Through your patch
Through your sanity
Love always blooms!
Love surfaces only you can forget your body because your body is the hive of all sensualities. So, through sensuality one cannot view the world rightly. Through sensuality nobody can’t intend rightly. A question could rise up ‘what about sex? Isn’t it the part of love! I’ll say no because it is only a pleasure which gives you a temporary feelings of pleasure. So, don’t mixed up Love and Sex together like the porn-stars. All these porn-stars will suffer in their imparted life time, only if they achieve the human conscious again.
True love manifest only through the Not-self because self is illusory. A self never sees the world rightly. It is always misguided by the wrong intention. So, you have to achieve the state of Not-self where everything goes together, harmonize together. And first step of being a Not-self must be through ‘exterior’. Through exterior Not-self you could enjoy the ‘Emptiness’. Emptiness means to know the phenomenal world as mirage or as they made up of cloud or as a dream, and know all the human beings and other organisms as apparitions without essence. Remember don’t try to essence them but judge them with qualities that can be seen.
Next step of realizing love is again Not-self but this time its through ‘interior’. That means interiorly you should feel the existence of Not-self, for instance you could feel your pet puppy as you or part of you. Lets take a try and feel that you perceive the very phenomenon through your little puppies consciousness.
Yes I might say this is the true love and always feel that the whole world is a part of the impermanence. If you feel your lover or wife through this sense then I might say, ‘yes this is the true love that I’ve been looking for since long long time.
Night speaks out
Through the split light
Throughout the room
After a piece of hibernation.
The entity flutters silently
Without it’s flutter like wings,
It always changes and fleets
It’s colors, forms never fixed up.
Even the word “I” also succumbs here
Saying, ‘darling I’m the night without sorrow’
Cause I’m the non-substance that never borrow.