Will…

Get on with your life – says everyone… But how do you do so when you are stuck on the same old questions that have been plaguing you all of your existence… Do you just forget them? Or let go of them? Or make your peace with them? What do you do?

Peace – the elusive siren with her enslaving song… There she goes, on her merry way, snaring the wary and the unwary alike in her thrall… I hear her from a safe distance… And yet she’s made her stay in my being… I yearn for her, neither strongly nor softly, just enough that I can’t repose without making her my own…

Ah Peace! Where art thou? I question and crave your being, your existence… Yet, I’m yours, ever willingly…

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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…

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…