Little Friends!

Jungle birds. 

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Deep Depressions.

P O E T R Y 

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Living in this world,

Every day, 

At every step, 

One comes across,

Far more shrewd,

Far more Cunning, 

Far more Crooked,

People everywhere.

When they see those,

Gullible, simple one, 

They never feel guilt, 

In falling down from, 

The Dignity,

The human esteem,

Shamelessly Audacious,

Arrogant, Aggressive, Abusive,

They go on fulfilling,

Their own petty goals.,

And going away,

Laughing at their success

And your plight.

Coming across them,

You have to undergo,

Deep depression,

That you could,

Hardly overcome.

Alas!! 

Such is the way of world!

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Two Legacies

ऋत और अनृत  

What is "Freedom"?

Please see this post Hereon the following link -

https://vinayvaidya.wordpress.com/2023/05/13/wow/ 

Vinay's Blog. 

Limerick

 Abracadabra 

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And I Heard

P O E T R Y 

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And I Heard Him Saying :

Death is So Beautiful!

Only A Change Of Skin,

Only A Change of Screen, 

Only A Change Of Scene!

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In The Last Moment.

P O E T R Y

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Happiness Is -

When You Are On Your death-bed.

Exhausted, Thirsty, So weak, 

You Can't Lift Your Hand, 

What To Speak Of, 

The Glass Of Water,

That Is Beside The Bed-side!

You Can But Move Your Pupils,

About And Around, Here And There,

And Then You Hear The Foot-steps,

Of The Nurse, At The Door.

She Comes, You Open Your Mouth,

Somehow Manage To Utter -

"Water" - In A Feeble Tone,

Without Looking At You,

She Gets At The Glass of Water, 

Pours Slowly, A few Gulps,

In Your Open Parched Throat,

Great Peace Has Entered Your Heart, 

And Though You Close Your Eyes,

You See With Your Closed Eyes,

Her, Pulling Over The Blanket,

Upon Your Face, Closing Her Eyes,

And Making A Cross, Over Her Chest!

Amen! 

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Choice And Purpose.

P O E T R Y 

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Choiceless Awareness

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Oblivious Of Incentives,

Driven By Memory, 

I Had Been pursuing,

Objectives And Motives,

Coming Across The Thought,

Born Of Memory,

And The Memory,

Born Of Thought, 

But The Doubt Never Occurred,

If The Past Really Existed,

And The Future Would Likewise.

Goaded By Thought, 

Prompted By Memory,

Wandering In The Garden, 

Of Wishful Thinking,

Kept On Roaming Upon in The Life, 

Choosing What Seemed To Please Me, 

Rejecting What Seemed The Unpleasant,

Dictated By The Choice, 

The Will-o'-the-Wisp,

Enjoying And Suffering,

Going Through The Ups And Downs, 

The Travail And The Terrain,

Till Got Utterly Exhausted,

Trying To Find out Respite,

Left All Seeking Of,

The Joy Of Pleasures,

And The Pain Of Suffering,

With No More Choice Any, 

Stumbled Ultimately,

Upon The Terra Firma Where,

Neither Hope Lures Me,

Nor The Despair Scares,

In Choicelessness Awareness,

Found Out The Wisdom,

Unsteady, Unwavering,

Illuminating My Path,

That Kept Unfolding Before Me,

Unrelated To The Unknown Past,

Unconcerned Of The Imaginary,

The Unchartered Future,

Walking Along, All Alone,

And Still I'm Walking Upon!! 

What A Wonderful Life!

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Everyday In The Morning

P O E T R Y

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Trying to share this from my WordPress blog. 

What "Is".

P O E T R Y. 

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Neither Truth,

Nor Awareness Of The Truth,

Has Any Pre-set Format.

You Can't Approach, 

The Truth, Or The Awareness, 

By Whatever Or, 

Whatsoever Means, 

You Can't Plan Beforehand.

The Mind That Seeks Success,

Can Never See, nor Understand,

How The Mind-set Itself, 

Is The Result Of Multiple Influences, 

And The Conditioning.

Such A Mind-set Keeps Trying,

Incessantly To Change Itself,

Or The Situation At Many Levels,

But To No Way Avail, Whatever,

Is Found, In This Framework.

Neither In The External, 

Nor In The Internal.

Awareness Is Not,

A Result To Be Achieved,

Acquired Or Attained. 

Only When There Is Awareness, 

There Is Understanding.

There Is Contentedness,

Peace And Harmony.

The Urge And Earnestness,

Comes Through Awareness.

And Awareness Itself Is, 

The Urge And Earnestness.

Is Here And Now,

At All Times,  Everywhere.

It Is Never, No-where There,

Elsewhere,

In Imagination, Concept,

Idea, Ideation, Thought,

Or Thinking Which Is But, 

Only A Movement Of,

The Dead Assumed Past, 

And the Hypothetical,

The Imagined Future.

And No-where,

In This Now, 

The Alive Present.

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