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~~Concerns.-10.~~
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© Vinay Vaidya 

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© Vinay Vaidya 


Just before sending a Tsunami,
The shock-waves,
That call for your attention,
The seismic-waves,
That knpck at the door,
In serial sequential strokes,
In so many jerks and jolts,
Mild and strong,
And just before sending a calamity,
At the personal, collective, 
Or at the global level,
Life, and the Love,
At the cost of sacrifice of a few lives,
To save the innumerable ones,
In It's mercy, in It's Compassion,
In an effort to avert,
The far greater calamities,
Imposing dangers,
Calls for your attention,
In It's own ways,
In It's own jargon,
Knock at the door of human understanding,
In multiple strokes,
Challenging the wisdom of the Man,
Trying to evoke out an appropriate,
Right responce from the Man,
To wake-up Him,
From His cosy, frenzied, luxerient escapades,
In His dream-worlds of 'Thought',
Forgetful of the existence of the impending perils,
Lost in wishful, sensuous, charming,
-philosophies, 'isms', and 'ideals',
'Objectives', and 'Aims',
Fanciful 'Achievements',
When we are aware,
We wake-up,
To the whole existence,
Around and within us.
When we wake-up,
We become sensitive to the troubles,
And joys of being.
And if we are not lost in 'Thought',
Nor taken over by the fear and the greed,
And not drugged by the thought of the future,
But keep vigil of,
What keeps us in misery and worry,
When we don't care anymore for,
Enhancing our joys and escaping the troubles,
The mind remains silent, yet watchful,
And is free of 'Thought',
That projects imaginary landscapes of the 'Future',
Or revels in the dreams of the imagined past.
That are just the figments of whim,
Alert, Careful, Cautious,
-About the 'Thought',
That sedates us and leads to the oblivion,
Of the Existence,
That is within and around us.
But nevera concept or an 'ism',
Never an 'Ideal' or 'Goal',
Or, 'Philosophical', 'Religious',
'Traditional ', 'psychological',
'Ethical' or moral asylums of any kind.
For when there is no scope for fear and doubt,
Of, or about the 'Present',
The 'me' just disappears,
And along-with go away,
It's anxieties, agonies, false ecstacies, 
Confusions,....
And the Life and Love comes to the fore,
Then you can't pray to a 'God' ,
Somewhere up, there in the sky,
Beyond the clouds,
That keeps the strings of existence pulling.
And can do away our problems of,
   living and dying.
And neither you hope,
 For you fear not,
For you are just awakened.
And the awakening becomes the prayer,
And the Intelligence,
The Power, to meet the challenge,
To give an appropriate,
Right response to Life,
In the nick of this moment,
In the right action,
That is Love of Being,
And is the ending of misery.





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