BRINE OF PASSION

Wanting; craving!

Moaning in wanton in hunger!

Skull splitting! Brain splattering !

Pickled up in the brine of passion

A life lost to conceit and desire!

Oh roaring mind! Is there really hope? 

VENOMOUS WINE OF ATTACHMENT

Drinking from the foamy cup of evanescent life

The venomous wine of attachment!

How sweet is the taste of the luring sip?

How sweet is its first after taste! 

Yet with every gulp after; every gulp your crave

As the stealth of the venom blinds your heart, and cripples your soul  

Pangs of suffering choke your mind!

Oh drunken soul of mine!     

How intoxicated have I become!

          

          

Intoxicated I am in fear and love

Intoxicated I am in passion

Intoxicated I am in sensual pleasure

Intoxicated I am in experience

Tell me, oh drunken soul of mine

If existence is merely a vivid dream

What more can be of mere experience?

LOST SOUL IN SELF PURSUIT

Oh lost soul! Seeking solace in self pursuit!

 How long can cunningness and greed feed you?

Oh maximizer of self and utility

 Time and luck had favored you  

When you picked the best of every pie

But, how long can your wiliness pay?

Behind a friendly mask you brew your  rancid selfishness

 Feeding fodder for the ears of the heretics

And sticking silent bleeders in every back

But how much higher can you climb in this ladder of hedonic life?

Fending the pointless bubble of your ego

In the tumultuous sea of impermanence

How long can you float in delusion

With only a false belief, in yourself!

When your hands are tied and heart is poisoned

Why be filled with so much self conceit?

Oh proud soul! Lost in the journey of life

Is it your slyness that makes you shy away from meeting eye to eye?

In your lost journey, will you not drown in your own loneliness?

Will you not choke on your pride?

Will you not strive for satisfaction?

When your self-made life is only filled with emptiness!   

Oh lost soul! Seeking solace in self pursuit

Will you not crave till you die?

CRAVING HEART

How can the mighty ship of happiness set sail  

When its anchored to the rocks of memory

How can the fumes of sorrow be extinguished

When the  fire of  self-pity burns into misery  

How can the roaring waves of conflict subside

When the winds of expectation are still blowing

How can the river of compassion flow

When its hindered by the dam of selfishness

How can the carpet of self control be woven

When the loom of mindfulness is broken

How can the cage of attachment be opened

When its still bound by the chains of desire

Tell me dear friend! How can a wandering mind be free?

When my bleeding heart is still craving!