WORD OUT OF PLACE

A word after a sentence kills its meaning

A slip on top, still makes you fall

A door at the end, a new beginning

A funeral, a mere wake up call?

BANQUET FOR THE SOUL

Begging at a banquet

Daily bread, can you choose?

A madman in heaven!

To insanity you lose?

Sailing on drift wood

A free will  cruise?

A Soul for the lifeless

Oh what good, is its use! 

LAZY LIZARD ON THE TEMPLE WALL

Oh lazy lizard on the temple wall! 

What makes you grip and not fall?

Is it faith that moved the mighty mountains, that holds you?

Does the gravity of desire, fool you?

You scaled the wondrous wall to worthy heights

But creep back to cracks and corners, when not in sight

With valor and stealth,  you stalk your flying prey

But to the lord of the flies must they pray?

With ritualistic precision you lash your faithful tail

Yet, with the mere shadow of fear, you drop it off your trail

You strut around with pride, and hum a chesty tune

 Unaware that, dusk follows the dawn of  good fortune

Don’t you  know oh lazy lizard !

That you own not the wall,  that you proudly crawl!

Sooner or later, it could be your turn to fall!

So, when water washes away your footprints from the temple wall!

Oh, lazy lizard! What will you grip to, when you slip and fall?

THE THREE DOORS OF LIBERATION

Oh lost and lonely soul; wandering the mind’s deluded maze  

Don’t you ever want to break free?

Do you try to; but fall back

Fall back into the pit of carnal perseveration !

Don’t your self crafted keys of stealth and passion

Lead not to eternal liberation?

Listen then thou ; oh lost soul; to this ancient wisdom

Let the music of love play, and the bell of reason ring

As you step towards the three doors of liberation

The first door to liberation; Emptiness

Step in if you please  

Where everything is connected; everything’s a blend

Everything is composite; and it all comes to end

Nothing is inherent; and no object has essence

Where ego is delusional, and self, a mere pretence

 Thus is the eternal door of Emptiness

The first door to liberation

The second door to liberation; Signlessness

Step in if you please

 

Formless is the object; but to reality it’s blind  

Boundaries and borders, drawn up by the viewing mind

For, there is no separate existence

And there is no separate entity

Words and labels seem to point ;  but the truth is devoid of self identity

Thus is the eternal door of  signlessness

The second  door to liberation

The third door to liberation ; aimlessness

  

Walk in if you please

There is no purpose ; other that the present moment

No craving, no longing, no anxiety to torment

No wishing , no compulsion ; no pressure to do

Live the moment, and feel its true

Thus is the eternal door of aimlessness

The third door to liberation

Oh lost and lonely soul of the mind

Step through the three doors of liberation

With keys of reason and  eyes of compassion

With emptiness, signlessness and aimlessness

Wake up! Wake up to the awakened one ! 

WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE

My breath has ceased and my tireless heart has skipped its eternal beat

My earthly job is done, and my empty soul is finally free

Where do I go from here now?

From nothingness I came and in emptiness I was

Into the stream of nothingness, will I not flow?

With Ideas of self identity, and thoughts of eternity

Will they not melt away with the rotting flesh?

As form and feature can no longer cling in impunity

As the mind and matter, merge to their final unity

Tell me dear life; where do I go from here now? 

BEAUTY RIDING THE ARROW OF TIME

Oh beauty riding the arrow of time 

Is  all your vanity,  worth more than a dime ? 

You smile so sneeringly today 

 But who will you  sneer  at,  on that very day 

The arrow strikes its darkest target 

The unmissable target, of decay and death 

Of  sickness , misery and ill health 

Doesn't all this beauty,  just whiter away ? 

Luck may save you,  but not forever 

You can't even evade it,  by being clever 

Wrinkles and freckles will still greet your face 

As the arrow proceeds in its unheeded pace 

Isn't all  beauty but skin deep 

When maggots feast on the rest 

Oh beauty riding the arrow of time 

Forget not of your destination!

GIFT OF LIFE

As you awaken today  

The music of life is still playing 

Every breathe you breathe,  is but a gift

A gift of life and consciousness 

As you gently; gently open your eyes 

See the world; the world full of  resplendent beauty

Feel the everlasting love; as it sustains the evanescent world 


Taste the nectar of life; as it blossoms all around you

As you awaken today 

Be grateful ; grateful for the gift of life!

MUZZY FOG

Soul shopping in a morgue

Misty clouds lost in a fog

Solace sought in vanity

Of hidden smoke and insanity

Flames of truth that do not  encumber

Reality’s dark drunken slumber

Of  hate, lust and violence

Sorrow, love, and silence

Soul hopping in a morgue

What is life, but a muzzy fog ! 

EVANESCENT MOMENTS

The sky was brighter, in the light of your smile

And blossom of life, was filled with the nectar in your eye 

Oh, all those evanescent moments!

Washed away in the flood of your tears! 

                                                       

What have we come to now?

Didn’t we know this love is so strong?

Why then, make this separation so long

Without you, and your everlasting love

Lost and lonely; what will I do now?

In this wilderness of so called life

You were my guiding star; you were my soul

What am I to do here, without a goal?

You were my sunshine; now I’m lost in your shadow

You were my meaning; now I’m an empty barrow 

So fill me with love and don’t you encumber

Awaken me from this earthly slumber

Brighten my sky with the light your smile

Let me see again the nectar in your eye!

Oh ,all those evanescent moments!

DINING WITH DEATH

If you can call death home  for dinner

What will you serve him?

Can you look into, in his dark dead eyes?

Can you ask him why?

Can you smile as he cries?

Yet  wipe off  his sinful tears?

Can you serve him hot coffee; and make him your friend ? 

Yet,  can you let him  make,  your very-own  end  

Can you watch him,  get up and  leave?

If death comes home for dinner today !

Can you serve him your soul? 

EVANESCENCE

The morning dew vanishes in the brilliance of the radiant sunshine

The beauty of the flower withers away with the passing day

The foamy waves break by hitting the sandy shores

All composite phenomena once formed, pass away

Thus is the beauty of  Evanescence !

Thus is the beauty of life !!

ALL IN MOMENT

The Sun’s rising and the stars shining

It’s all in a moment  

 

Birth, death and happiness

It’s all in a moment

Eyes meeting in soulful union

And helpless hearts broken in separation

It’s all in a moment

All your love and hope, and precious memory

And even your pain, and misery  

It’s all in a moment

The first kiss, and the last one too

It’s all in a moment

Belief, trust and heartfelt prayers

It’s all in a moment

Experience and existence

And the root of all sentience

It’s all in a moment

So don’t be caught in hatred or self delusion

Be compassionate and relish every moment

As, all is in the moment

Living  life, from moment to moment

IMPERMANENCE, PHILOSOPHY AND THE NATURE OF REALITY

Perception and philosophy are incomplete descriptions of objective reality. Like all perceptions and ideologies, my world view too is only a partial truth. Any philosophy or perception is still a reductionist's analysis of reality and hence it reduces the complex nebulous interdependent network of variables to  simplified chunks of manageable data that can be managed by our limited minds and its cognitive systems. Hence in my view any theory or philosophy is an oversimplification of  the nature of reality. In a sense it its partially true and partially false at the same time. According to my world view the impermanence that i mention is about conventional reality as experienced through our senses. However i can no way be sure that beyond my limited world view there could be an ocean of permanence and yet, it may be beyond my perceptual abilities. Thus i can only say , and that too only conventionally, that whatever i perceive within my bubble universe(umwelt) is impermanent. Also this impermanence refers to only to a world of actualities where reality arises from the collapse of the possibilities. In conclusion my view could be summarized as that, all philosophies, including this one are over simplifications of the truth, and actual reality is too complex and beyond comprehension to be contained in human labels of permanence and impermanence

THE SAME OLD STREAM

The same old stream in Singirikovil

It’s the same old stream in a relative way

Yet all the old water has flown away

Wasn’t it here just the other day

That you and I did often play

Wasn’t it here just the other day

We pledged our love, come what may

Yet death came and took you away

Leaving me to a lonesome stay

Wasn’t it here the very next day

Your ashes I did cast away

Yet here I am by the stream today

Watching water and memories flow this way

Ashes scattered in turbid water

From a loving mind to particles of matter

Your life has just flown away

Yet our love, forever it shall stay

Through my verses come and play

Though all the old water has flown away

Our love forever is here to stay

Forever and ever our love shall stay

EVERYTHING MUST GO

Everything must go

Plants and trees and mighty mountains

Nations, corporations and latest fashions

Everything must go

The lovely s brook, that gurgles by

The lazy clouds that float so high

Everything must go

The precious place you call your home

And wondrous places that you do roam

Everything must go

Your little cousin down the road

Your mom, your dad and your little ford

Everything must go

My life, my wife and all my loved ones

My friends, my foes and all the bad ones

Everything must go

All that you wish and all that you see

All that you love and all that you feel

Everything must go

The time will come, the time will go

so, don’t you cling and don’t you hold

 Let it flower, and let it go

Since everything must go