Choices…

Jealousy!

Thy insidious snake.

Writhing inside me, turning everything green, murky… Clouding my mind… Digressing me from the correct path, the correct options…

Why oh why are we so susceptible to jealousy? The way I have experienced life, we have more predilections towards certain emotions than others – jealousy being one of them. The moment the green-eyed monster rises in the mind, one forgets everything and just blindly reacts… Why? Is it hardwired in our makeup as human beings? And if it is, then is it more genetic or spiritual? Or are both one and the same? Do we carry both genetic and spiritual footprints from one birth to the next as we die so that we are only as evolved as we make ourselves in the previous birth and have to suffer or celebrate our backwardness or advancement in the next birth?

Is it all instinctual? So many ugly monsters inside us and so many angels… Heaven and hell both inside us… Yes! That maybe it… The monsters become stronger sometimes and lead me on the wrong path but when the clouds ease up, the angels step through to guard me through whatever path I might have chosen. And you know what? The end isn’t half bad as it might have been… My angels do do their job…

That’s life I guess… One unpredictable path of choices with monsters tempting one off the path and angels guarding one back on the path through any hurdles and roadblocks… I just hope that the end is worth all the trouble…

Jealousy! Anger! Greed! Lust! Thy name is Life!

Keep Walking…

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Nirvana…

Thirsty Soul,

What’s your quench?

Cresting your thirst is,

In the heaviest drench.

The absolute you quest

A solemn path it is.

In the deepest of forests

Wayward Soul, you miss!

Dark not the forest

Enchanting the senses.

Overwhelming, overpowered

To its tune, the fool dances.

Yet inside, it awaits

To satiate its thirst immortal.

Realize the one truth

Open up the one portal.

Be Free…

I want to fly there,

Where angels dare,

Jump from the highest cliff,

Soar to the heavens and stare

Down ‘pon the mortal

Life and chortle.

The futility and inescapability,

Alas! The human culpability

To foolishness ever it seems,

Or is it ignorance that beams

From their faces, their eyes

How proud of it they be, me sighs!

Difference is bad, is scary,

To be shunned, to be wary.

Familiar is good, is comfortable,

Though common, though rabble.

I want to fly there,

Where evolved beings care

And celebrate uniqueness

Welcome all kinds of craziness.

There be people mine,

Beyond the veil where the sun shines.

There would I stand in line

Shedding this world long behind.

Flown Away…

All the angels have flown away

I’ve had them driven away

I cared not if they were

’round to care for me

Safeguard my soul

From the devil of temptation

Dripping desires each ephemeral second

My immortal soul’s in trouble

Now that the angels have deserted me

I knew not of their heavenly presence

For only when they went away

Was I made aware of the fact.

Till then I thought I lived a charmed life

No struggle, no pain, no needless strife.

But now that the angels have all gone away

It’s just one endless, endless night

A giant vacuum, no end in sight.

Now that all angels have finally flown away…

The Watcher…

Eye

The watcher inside me
The one beyond sight
See and see and see
No malice yet might

It keeps sentry
Day or night
No end, no entry
No dark, no light

One day I’ll be one with it
One day I’ll see all that it sees
One day I’ll watch all that rises does fall
One day I’ll feel all alive does die
One day I’ll sense all dead beings rising
One day I’ll whisper the key to living
One day I’ll teach the one language to all!

Addiction…

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There is no freedom at the bottom of the bottle… Any form of addiction, even in its mildest dose, brings only more shackles…more chains…more bonds…

There is no freedom anywhere unless you understand the impermanence and uncertainty permeating every sphere of your life – people, situations, emotions, everything!
You were born strong… So, why give up now? Why make it your crutch? Just persist for a little while more and you will have reached the core of strength inside you. Touch it, draw from it… Free yourself…

A Promise…

path

I have made a promise
To myself
To keep on walking
Until the end
To persevere
Against all the odds.
‘Coz when it gets tougher
The rough gets rougher.
The bets are higher.
The winnings greater
Just need to stick a bit long.
Smile, sweat and song.
It is a lone struggle
Against the very nature
The lessons of yore
Stacks of customs and mores.
A steep incline
I climb and climb.
Sores on my feet
Fire in my soul.
Now that I see the path.
I can’t do nothing but walk.
To be willfully blind
Is the height of folly.