Love Is Not Pink.

P O E T R Y 

~~ Nurseryrhymesforthegrownup ~~

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Love Is Not Rose,

Love Is Not Pink, 

So What Is Love? 

Let Me Just Think!

Love Is Trick, 

Love Is Prick,

Love Is Prank, 

Bleak And Blank!

Love Sinks Deep, 

Gets Deep Sank,

So That Is Love,

Let Me Thank!

Love Has No File,

Love Has No Rank, 

Love Is Empty,

Dry Water Tank!

Who Could Drown Thirsty?

Who Could Frown There?

In Love And As In War,

All Is Good, Fine And Fair!

Let Me Not Bank On Love,

Let Not Love Bank On Me, 

If The Love Is Not Blind,

See, Tell, Let Me Find!

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Heart To Heart Dialogues

What I Listen To All The Time!

-- POETRY

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Do Whatever you want!

 P  O  E  T  R Y 

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Wish or fear,  what you will,

Think or try what you can, 

Nothing can change the course,

What is destined to happen!

Care or worry, ignore or hurry,

Wish or swear what you will,

Nothing can change the force,

Time-bomb is ticking,

Moment to moment,

The moment exact, precise,

Had been already set,

You can't diffuse the plug,

But only watch and wait!

Still nothing ever happens,

Or whatever appears so,

For all happening is lost, 

In this very moment!,

There is never the death,

And neither you are lost!

You remain Whole, intact,

After every another blast!

You can't identify how, 

You remain and survive,

You can't ever know,

Howsoever you may strive!

The One Who says :

He knows the future,

Can't ever change the same, 

Those who claim to change,

Can never know the Future!

It's so simple to see,

And as much to understand too, 

You are the Timeless Truth,

The Reality What are You! 

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The Rat-Traps

P O E T R Y

The Rat-Race. 

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Caught in a rat-trap, 

Rats participate in rat-race.

The cut-throat competition,

To survive and to prosper,

Play, hope to win,

All put up indeed,

A wonderful great show.

There is the end for a few,

But only the others would know,

And they are soon forgotten. 

The rest keep on playing,

Till dead and rotten.

Punching a volley,

Here and There,

Intellectual folly,

Senseless wholly,

Goes thus the trolley.

Question begets another, 

But never an answer, 

Endless repetitions,

Do rein in over the show.

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Nurseryrhymesforthegrownup.

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The River of Life.

 P O E T R Y 

~~  The River of Time  ~~

The River Of time flows incessantly,

From Unknown unto unknown,

Beyond the  past and future,

Where the past and the future,

Though appear and disappear,

Only as the waves' movement,

One has to stay happy, content,

In this very now, in the present, 

Strictly and  accordingly,

As Dictated by the destiny,

Subject to the terms,

And the conditions,

Imposed upon one,

As and according to,

As The life keeps flowing.

One can't step into the river,

That is the future aspect of time,

Neither return to the one, 

That was the past, another,  

But along the river of time,

As the time keeps flowing. 

That is the flow of life, 

Is ever in the here and now,

In this present instant.

Ever flowing, with time,

Beyond the past and future.

Come on accept the challenge,

There is nothing to lose, to grieve,

The waters in the river are affluent,

The time is ever so rich, abundant!

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Self and I

P O E T R Y  

आत्मानं  विद्धि 

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उभौ तौ न विजानीतो

बोधमात्मनो धर्मः।।

उभौ तौ न विजानीतो,

न हन्यते हन्यमाने शरीरे।।

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I am The Self,

I am neither the self,

I am also nor world. 

I am But Knowing,

I am But the Being,

I am not Knowledge, 

Nor I am the Memory, 

I am not the Information,

I am never the story,

I am never the thought,

Nor I am the 'thought of',

I am but the Wisdom, 

I am But the Self.

The self is though thought.

The thought is not the Self, 

I am not thought,

Thought is never, I am. 

How could I kill myself?

Isn't that Irrational?

Isn't that absurd?

It's always someone else,

That might have committed suicide.

One who dies by suicide,

Can no more be contacted,

Could neither be corrected,

For that's not only irrational,

Is quite absurd too.

Does this mean he / she dead?

Is he / she no more? 

How could we know? 

How could be so sure?

"I'm going to kill myself "

Is but a weird thought, 

That can't kill itself,

Though the one, overwhelmed,

Carried over by this thought,

Is neither the thought,

And is nor the Self.

How then one,

Could kill oneself,

Nor the Self,

How could the thought,

Could kill itself.

Because there is no Death,

Death too is but a thought.

That arises and vanishes soon.

Both, The idea and / or the self,

Never Know, but happen only,

Arise and disappear soon, 

Are known but in the Self.

Neither the body, 

Nor the mind,

Can ever Know, 

The Knowing is But the Self. 

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