A crab is trying to run straight forward ,
Useless effort ending in sidewise crawl.
Creature is bound to move sideways,
though weird.
Caterpillar crawling on bamboo pillar
chews leaves wishing to fly.
Nature helps to take shelter in cocoon.
Metamorphosis starts to progress :
Transformation is complete later or soon.
Ugly caterpillar comes out
as beautiful butterfly fluttering wings
sucking nectar from flower,
really weird.
Tadpole swimming delighted in pool
wagging tail without fail
and by nature is herbivore.
Attaining adulthood, it leaves the tail,
turning to amphibian frog,
purely carnivore,
behaves weird.
“The wise, my child, give up all meditations; they give up all good and evil deeds and drink the nectar of renunciation. I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
Doership is delusion.
Thinking leads to confusion.
We are pure spirit, not form;
so let’s with God’s laws conform.
Simply feeling, not thinking,
let awareness unblinking
bring forth a magnetic storm,
felt as currents cool and warm.
Once polarities rotate,
chakras begin to gyrate,
we then become the bliss flame,
fulfilling thus our life’s aim.
Becoming, not attaining,
we ascend without straining,
joyous atop love’s moonbeam,
viewing life as but a dream.
Breath by breath in form reborn,
we’re meditated upon
by God’s breath, that’s love and light,
ushering bliss beat delight.
A million bliss bubbles softly explode
in the head ovoid, freezing flow of time,
whence poised in peace we pay to God an ode,
by mirroring His heartbeat, which we mime.
Ah, what’s there to do, as bliss beats renew,
a benign love burn to which we succumb,
simply following kundalini’s cue,
awakening heart by making mind numb?
It is in heart that pheromones mingle,
on attaining polarity balance,
when in stillness our eye becomes single,
finally making erect our soul’s stance.
Moment by moment, all moments entwined,
essence of presence is divine aligned.
Tingling passion arose as you came close.
Romance rolled to tell ‘we would not stay apart.’
Unfolding your wish you dared to propose.
Emotive urge surged to flow from you to my heart.
Territory of amour was built in vain.
Coward in guise of lover came and relation coiled.
Love terminated in piercing pain.
I was devoted, it seemed everything spoiled.
I was too young to endure getting devastated
As I grew old, realised my innocence and infatuation.
I proceeded on my way, no more being frustrated.
I drove away feeling of emotional exploitation.
Attaining maturity, I met true love in later life.
Built my successful career and perfect family.
I learned to accept any challenge, while in strife !
Now proud mother, fulfilled ambition , living happily.
“The whole universe shines undivided and
unbroken. Oh, the maya, the great delusion—
the imagination of duality and nonduality!”
Body-mind comes alive when breathed by God,
without which feeble form is inert dust
but we recognise this not, which is odd,
wasting the gift of life engaged in lust,
melding not with divine source, as we must.
Ceasing thinking, our head with heart linking,
attaining thus awareness unblinking,
we recognise that we are with God one,
toroidal heart with love and light inking,
ego dies and we shine like yonder sun.
Manifestation appears in space-time,
wherein we are bemused by illusion,
oblivious to God’s sublime bliss chime,
with silence alone ending confusion,
gently enabling head and heart fusion.
Within this lucid dream if we are still,
fully surrendering to God our will,
by this simple choice of just letting go,
love’s peace dove perches on soul’s window sill
and wisdom of sages we get to know.
i get these random bouts of sadness that consume me
tears fall easily at the sight of another’s pain or joy
feelings of regret and longing wash over me and i begin to wonder if I’ll ever truly get to enjoy the human experience
to feel and to be loved
is only an idea my mind can barely picture
i enjoy pressing the wound
deepening the sorrow i feel
watching others broadcast their perfect love,
achieve their deepest desires
it is not envy
it is despair
will i ever experience that?
do i deserve to?
who am i
if i live a life never attaining my desires?
Mind pursues staid silence, assigning meaning,
thereby foiling purpose of meditation
but by promoting the thought pawn and queening,
ego dies in the stillness of cessation.
Doing nothing, save our head and heart linking,
upon attaining awareness unblinking,
the dark wisps of smoke in our heart centre clear,
whence we sense divine presence of God draw near.
When people call me an atheist,
I just nod my head.
But never invite any hostility with them.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever seen me in a house of worship.
They may think so.
I puzzle when the same people say, “God is omnipresent.”
Some call me an agnostic.
Even then, I hardly respond.
Perhaps, they haven’t ever found me engaging in religious discourses.
They may conclude thus.
Whenever I express anything seeking clarity about cosmic order,
They won’t stop and call me a sceptic.
To be called a theist; shall we have to go on bestowing hymns?
No scripture has expressed it the only way of attaining Moksha.
What about Ben Adhem?
He urges to enrol his name in the list of those who love their fellowmen.
When everything is His manifestation,
Am I not a part of it?
What is real spirituality?
To me, it’s an endless quest to realize oneself.
Who am I?
What they condemn publicly
They secretly admire
What they despise publicly
They secretly respect
They're so deceiving
Acting cunning and it's not funny.
They're so crispy
Very and always crafty
Attaining anything with deceit
Always trampling on another
They're very cunning
Pretending to be authentic
Even when their intentions ain't genuine.
They're so cunning
Forgetting the companion
They're always after substances
Causing chaos
Whenever they don't get it
Steadily brainwashing any
Just to use, ruin and rule over them.
when truth stated by acclaimed sages is not realised
in as the vibrationless state is not cognised
whilst acknowledging the possibility
we try and refine our ability
parking the point
till God does so anoint
our eye with piercing spherical sight
attaining luminosity that banishes darkness of night
the blossoming flower waits
in staid stillness sedate
for as long as it takes
this is our offering
this is our prayer
She was always a singing siren of a woman.
She was always attaining what she can.
She was always a bright, seductive being.
She was always so willfully enchanting.
She had found the love of her life at eighteen.
She had found herself in a passion so unpristine.
She then eventually needed a means to leave.
She had managed to find a way on one eve.
She soon enough had found a second lover.
She later reunited with her first, needed a cover.
She quickly lost him however, for calling him out.
She went home to cry, and alone aloud shout.
She then may have found her third true love.
She hesitates to believe he may be from above.
She forever remains a siren filled with fervor.
She awaits any results of her newest endeavour.
On the floor, off the mat
We all sat, slept & ate
Flooring of mud but broom laid
Cream of cow dung applied.
Life was simple though not smooth
Bit of course with pins and needles
All of it took years of strain &pain
To have a floor of cement paste
Life became a little fine
With no fear for straw/ pine or rain.
After long years of earnings and savings
Came a glossy floor of mosaic
Squares of many laid across
Life began to show finesse and patio
With dearness and dare to dream
Aloof came a wind of betterment
Which brought with it a
Reflection of steps of success
A smooth finish of marble floor
Start of prosperity and a sign
Of sapling growing into a plant.
Attaining a growth visibly and not
Easy adding in an element of luxury
In the marble floor
By
Bringing in a sofa made of velvet
Like a beautiful craving brought out a Rough stone
Hard work ways
Patience pays is what
Life says.
The world maybe bitter and dull,
to some without a meaning,
bright the eye of heaven shall shine on a day with no complaining.
Hope does fade away sometimes
on days that are restraining,
and blessed our lives can be,
content without refraining.
Life can be difficult sometimes
when ground you’re hardly gaining,
but if you walk a righteous path
good deeds you are attaining.
Prominent you may be,
in a life you are sustaining,
but no pedigree shall save your soul
in a world where all are waning.
In time of death we shall not brag
of deeds that are beshaming,
equal we are when deceased
in a world of no explaining,
no mortal soul will hear your call from the grave if you are complaining.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Sometimes I don't know you,
Other times I don't know me,
Sometimes, you are just a stranger crossing the sky's limit,
Other times, you are my dearest brethren.
You don't look beyond the surface,
My perceived height is nothing but a miracle,
You only know the skin-deep conscience,
I think of you as a divine arcade.
I was so in my desired continent,
You were so in your purest delusion,
Now, where is your dream and my illusion?
Where do you belong in this scorched island?
I found you nowhere,
You reside in my flawless daydream,
Maybe you are just a honeycomb,
Perhaps you are nothing but a silkworm.
Once you have defined the beauty of a paradise,
I congratulate you on attaining your preferred location,
There is a lie in your desired destination,
I know your insight is nothing but a false combination.
Thorns-filled bush
Leaves are edible, yet
They aren't reachable.
Placing the forelegs
On the slippery trunk
Slipping off
Supporting again
Slipping
Supporting
Though it took a long
Achieves its goal of
Attaining
At least
A few leaves
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