Poetry : 26-09-2021
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A cry in the wilderness,
A search in a vacuum,
Beginningless and Endless,
With no any resume.
Goes on and on,
A spree utter consume,
The seeker is desperatedly,
Obsessed with a presume.
Could one ever find out,
The essence of the shadow,
The one, who is his own,
Would he ever know,
Could it be ever known?
Could it be ever shown!
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Poetry : 26-09-2021
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Exactly Who,
Or,
What is entangled!
The Quantum,
Or,
The Quantum Physicist,
In the Dipole Moment,
Or,
In the Bipolar Disorder!
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Poetry : 23-09-2021
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~~पितृ-पक्ष~~
।। नमः पूर्वेभ्यः पितृभ्यः सर्वेभ्यः।।
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Come the fortnight,
Comes forthright,
The vibe full of Blessings,
Of Remembrances,
Of those Forefathers,
Who are ever so watching,
Their children,
Us, their own shadows,
Cast upon the earth,
The residents of the Sun-Realm,
The subjects of the AryamA,
Cast a glance over us,
The mortal-humans,
Who neither know,
Nor do understand,
The Overlords of the Heavens,
The Big Fathers of the yore,
Are watching,
Lamenting, how their races and clans,
Have drifted away from the path of Dharma.
In this very fortnight,
We could set the record straight and right,
If even once we remember them,
Pay respects and homage,
(स्वधा पितृभ्यः, तर्पणं पितृभ्यः)
No doubt, our land will come to peace,
And they too could attain,
And rest in peace eternal.
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Poetry : 21-09-2021
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Did you never note!
That nothing new ever happens!
The idea of anything new is, old.
Quite old, yet keeps reverberating,
In the Cosmic mind, and reflects,
Even so, in all the innumerable minds.
The individual mind is but farce!
The idea is catapulted into the instant,
And looks though as if, fresh and new,
Is ever so stale, old, redundant one.
Outdated, obsolete, and catches this moment,
Which is ever so spontaneous and fresh,
That never happens like a happening!
The idea keeps on living its life own,
A quasi-temporal existence, caught in,
Stretched out in between past and future.
One is memory, the other is in reflection.
That causes the illusion of a happening!
Hold onto this very present moment, now,
Devoid of past, future, memory and thought!
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Poetry :
Succinct and Distinct.
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Going through a work voluminous,
A hard work arduous and tenacious,
The writer is trying to prune the tree,
If the purpose is served, just can't see!
Why don't cut, but in one stroke, only the roots,
That keep on growing many a newer shoots!
He is trying to make short a line before him,
But how it is to be done, couldn't have seen!
May be, one day he would know this also better,
When he draws another fine, bigger and longer!
The longer would stay for all the times ahead,
The shorter would be forgotten, dead as well!
I could sure hint at and give him a clue,
May be, he takes it and gets this cue!
First of all, let us see very clearly that,
How, from Dharma, religions drifted away,
Not only drifted away, but followed the way,
That leads to Adharma and are going astray!
The simple and direct way is pointed out,
In the aphorism : ahimsA paramo Dharma!
(अहिंसा परमो धर्मः ।।)
Followed by another : mA vidwiShAvahai !
(मा विद्विषावहै ।।)
Both the two are complementary to one-another,
Show the light on the way of the Dharma!
The first says :
Never have enmity to anyone else,
The next says :
Have not jealousy / hatred with anyone either!
That is the true spirit of Dharma,
That is the only way to Dharma!
Spirituality, is the essence of Dharma,
Religion the custom, tradition, and love!
Religion may step into the shoes of Spirituality,
Or may be the same, relegated to formality.
Dharma rises from the core of the Heart,
Religion may become rule, strict and hard!
A faith chosen when because of love,
Stands justified in the times to come.
A faith that is forced upon by tradition, fear,
Will never blossom into harmony and love !
There is doubt, and there is the the hatred,
Uncertainty, confusion, ignorance, unsaid.
Religion is often followed, blindly by one,
Dharma is discovered in the heart alone.
Do's and Don'ts dictate, constitute the Religion,
Dharma arises from the right discrimination.
Right and wrong is the foundation though,
The consequence justifies what's truly good.
Comparision between the Religion and Dharma,
Is a task indeed, vain, futile, formidable one!
Dharma is always a rise and rise in the Spiritual,
Religion but often a fall and fall in the ritual.
Once it is seen, you forget the rest,
Conscience tells you, what course is the best.
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Poetry : 09-09-2021
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Life-Lines.
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When all your life-lines,
Have been exhausted,
And still you are alive,
Vegetating, Cogitating
Agitating or Hesitating,
Isn't it Miracle?
Don't you think,
How that happens!
Who ordains your Life-Lines,
Who maintains your Being!
Who sustains your Life,
Who retains the Spirit!
Isn't it Miracle!
But then you know,
It's not important,
To know Him,
Who helps you,
Keep on Living,
Perpetually.
And still you can't know,
What exactly is Life.
How you can utter a word,
How you can say about,
All that is but Life,
Not of the individual,
But of the Whole,
That knows Itself?
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Poetry : 08-09-2021
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अद्वैत दर्शन
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A tussle has been there,
Between the two rivals
Like the one between those,
Who say the egg was the first,
And those,
Who say, No! the hen was the first.
Still it has not been resolved / ended.
Now they ask :
"Could Quantum Principle explain,
The phenomenon, that is consciousness?"
This is how the entanglement takes place.
There are the opponents,
Who ask :
Where and "Who" know the entanglement,
If not the consciousness?
Isn't consciousness the self-evident Reality?
Clearly, there is a catch.
When there is entanglement,
Between two or more quantum particles,
The Uncertainty (Principle) prevails.
The same Uncertainty (Principle) prevails,
When there are two conscious entities -
Entangled with and within one-another.
Looks like consciousness Is,
Verily the entanglement indeed.
The egg is the hen.
The hen is the egg.
It's only past and future,
Nay, the time-module,
That in terms of the thought,
Cause the idea of distinction,
Between the two.
In the eternal, timeless now,
Where measurable time ceases to exist,
At once is seen,
The Uniqueness,
Ubiquitous,
That Alone Is.
Aware of the Reality,
Though indistinct as well.
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