Category Archives: art of living

If I would be rich enough

 

Today I walked down a round around the city
Through the rhythm of Tao like a deep tube,
Gazing and enjoying the game of puppy
While I got back there’s a tinge of moonlit only.
And think twice about the future of the doggy hoods
That gave rise an idea, If I would be a rich enough
I’ll create a sanctuary for the street dogs
Where they can enjoy their instinctive drift
That has been shattered by the name of humanity!

20th November, 2016

 

A rehearsal

 

 

 

Why you get hurt within the harsh reality?

Since you born with the little wings of dove

That’s why migrating process to the another planet

Has been impeded in this eve, however you would

Disperse the words and notes where they tend to go

And Be a dangled bat of falling lift of torn out chain

Wasn’t it good enough since you have left some traces?

In the romance of oystering

In this premature time!

 

 

8th July, 2016

Why I can’t give up I?

 

 

Here comes the sun through the porous of rain forest

Where everything seems hairy like the many unseen earth

The roots of deciduous all covered with rainbow like bushes

Some could spot out, some not

I could see, being as a tree

Why I cant give up “I”?

Or else I could lost

Into the shades of arbors.

Impetuousness where never stomps

The red armies of ants march all around

Yes, I will, I will

One day, I will free from

Everything, even from lustrous “I”

Perhaps would be born again

As green clumps of earth

At least life will go

In the spirit of selflessness.

 

 

5th July, 2016

 

 

 

I know why my life is so beautiful

I know why my life is so beautiful
People want to know my livelihood?
I answer them the truth
They want to know more about me?
I reply them this is only my mind
I live only with the joy of mind!

An intellectual who always think he is the genius only
Always tend to find out my flaws
He asked me reversely,
Why are you so supple?
I answered him, it is the reflection of my mind
Cause I’m made up with the mud of my mind
That’s why I’m so soften!

A cunning beard person always give me the sermons
And say to me, righteousness brings serenity
I replied him, I only believe in the purity of mind
Cause through this mind I see, hear
That’s why I know why my life is so beautiful!

29th June, 2016

Knowing that I have a kinship with the sorrow

Knowing that I have a kinship with the sorrow
I stumbled down on the earth.
Hiding that relation, I lost everything
And the people interpreted me wrongly.

Knowing that I have a kinship with the sorrow
I ignored the way of self destruction
Cause I discovered the truth unconsciously
Hail, hail to this venerable watery brain.

Knowing that I have a kinship with the sorrow
I conquered the sorrow through the softness
The water who quench my thirst, musing on that watery brain
I tend to forget, swallow the queen of grief

And become impermanent through the watery
And again turn into Not self through the transiency
That’s the way of life
Strategy to forget the sorrow!

28th June, 2016

At last end of the eve

 

At last end of the eve, self have been sacrificed
Now I became joyous like the Earth.
In mirth sometimes I lied across the rivers
Where the history dance between the grasses
And again touch the sky and the sun
Without squinting while gazed
Yet the tears dripping down
And reminds me that, I was a being once!
Rising from the Pacific aftermath
Seeing the rain-forest, give rise a feelings of delta
Cause once I was moving around the silted land.
While I reach to the Himalaya as a big bird
And become a not-self while meditate
Then again I enter into the realm of music
Give rise the feelings of musician
Whilst I had a Garth of notes!!
And lit the torch of music,
In the Olympic!

26th June, 2016