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The God alone...
ईश्वरः सर्वभूतानां हृद्देशेऽर्जुन तिष्ठति।।
भ्रामयन्सर्वभूतानि यन्त्रारूढानि मायया।।
Nurseryrhymesforthegrownup...
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P O E T R Y
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Unaware That One Was,
But Captive Of Them,
Thethered into,
Many A ropes,
Driven By,
So Many Desires,
Like An Animal,
To Be Sacrificed,
One Could Not See,
All Those Were But One.
The hope Of Fulfiling,
Growing, Surviving,
Living And Multiplying,
And Never Dying!
Could Not Realize,
All Though Were But One!
Manifest In So Many Forms,
In So Many Shapes And Colors,
Were But One Indeed!
Dragged In Many Directions,
Heading To The Altar Finally.
Only In The End He Knew,
The Destination Ultimate,
But Then T'was Too Late!
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P O E T R Y
T H E R E A L I T Y I S E M P T I N E S.
Until Emptiness Evolves,
You Don't Know Emptiness,
Until Thought Departs,
There Is No Emptiness,
Until There Is Awareness
You Don't Know Happiness,
Until Happiness evolves,
You Don't Know The Self!
Until The Other Is There,
You Don't Know The Self,
Until Love Is There,
You Can't Be Aware!
Until You Are Aware,
You're Not Alive,
And Though Not Alive,
ou Are Neither Dead!
You Are But In A Trauma,
You Are But In A Dream,
Sometimes You Laugh,
Sometimes You Scream,
Here, There Or Anywhere,
In Fear And In Scare,
The Nightmare Lasts,
Until You Are Aware,
Until Emptiness Is Revealed,
Until You Are Aware!
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P O E T R Y
Though One May Wish To Die,
It's But In The Dream,
It's But Only A Dream,
That Soon Ends,
Giving Out Place To Another,
Where You Wish Something Else.
Fear, Hope, Desire, Passion,
Longing, Craving, Anger, Depression,
The Dream Continues Unabated,
And Flowing Keeps The Stream,
Where The Dreamer Too,
Is Only In The Dream,
Wishing To End The Same,
Though One May Wish To Die,
It's But In The Dream.
Memory Spins The Thread,
Threads Weave The Memory,
Warp And Weft Of The Yarn,
Flowing Keeps The Stream,
And Is Made A Story.
Though One May Wish To Die,
One May But Never Know,
If The Dream Would Really End,
How Long Go On The Show!
Could One Ever Find This Out,
As Much Long As One Dreams,
Or It's Just A Hope Absurd,
So Long As One is Alive,
As Much Long As One Strives.
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P O E T R Y
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Since Long,
I Had Been Unaware Of,
That I Had No Identity,
To Say My Own,
I Had Been Always,
Some-one In The Crowd,
Who Had No Face,
Of His Own,
And All Those,
Who I Communicated with,
Occasionally Impressed By Me,
Though No One Paid Attention,
Mostly On The Most Occasions,
Even Ignored Me Too.
Then One Day I Realized,
It's Of No Use,
And There Is Neither The Need,
Of Trying To Communicate With,
The Crowd,
Who Is But An Unending Conflict,
A Senseless Chaos, Indeed.
And I Reverted To Myself,
Discovered The Identity,
True And Real, Of My Own.
This Happens Only To Those,
Who Are Earnest And Deserving,
And Never Fall A Victim,
To The Lures Of,
Success, And Security,
Fear And Hope.
This Is The Only Reason,
And The Only Wisdom.
That Is The Identity,
Eternal, Timeless, For Ever.
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And The Me(n)tal Fatigue.
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P O E T R Y
To Prove One's Mettle,
A Test Of Stamina And Strength,
The Metals, Soft Or Hard,
Go through Hard Times,
When Turned Into,
Instruments Of Change,
And In The Process,
Get Tired, Exhausted,
Entropy Is The Bye-product,
That Is Generated,
In The Process.
Man Doesn't Know,
But The Mind Too Gets,
Tired And Exhausted,
And The Fatigue Sets In,
Undetected, Unsuspected.
The Metal Fatigue Is,
Well-Known, While,
Oblivious Of,
The Mental Fatigue,
That Is Never Known.
The Process Continues,
Endlessly.
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