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Long Ago,
I gave my life to a vision beauty,
And it ruined and blessed my life forever,
I met a taskmaster, who was relentless,
He showed me my sin, sin after sin, and I could barely bare it,
But through it all his still small voice said, “Woody I love you”
And there are moments friend, There are moments, when he opens up the
Sounds of Heaven to me,
And I feel a peace and a joy that are unequaled by any time I could imagine,
Like for instance, today, I preached at one of my best friend’s Churches,
And I preached the theme, when a seed becomes a Storm.
And my friend read poetry,
And my friend arrived in laden apparel,
And it was a like a dream of old, come true forever more,
The Fantastic Four, knocking down windmills and furrowing eternal friendship,
And at the end of the day, my wife and I sat down and cried tears of empathy and
passion and healing to Gridiron Gang,
I tell you this world is harsh,
And so my King must be tough on me,
He must relentlessly remind me of my emptiness and inadequacy,
But in all of his chastening there is the still small vision of a beauty more
captivating than any World Wonder,
I tell you my King is tough,
But beyond his toughness there is a soft still comfort,
And my love for him is so deep in this moment,
I yell and scream at my savior sometimes like a jealous wife,
I curse him out, I dare him to show himself,
And time after time, he responds, “My son, you are beautifully and wonderfully
made and I love you”
I tell you, in his service I have suffered horrors I couldn’t have thought of in my
wildest nightmare,
And yet his protective hand has always been on me,
He is the King of all I tell you,
And I am unafraid to embrace a Buddhist or a Muslim or a Jew or a Hindu as
sisters or brothers,
For I know of my Saviors protective Jealousy,
He does not fear my adultery,
For he is confident,
He nudges me to explore the universe and see him in Vishnu and Siva alike,
And like the Sivites I sometimes say to him, “God where is your mercy?!”
And he answers with such sweet caress,
And he answers with such sweet murmurings,
He is the End and the Beginning of my joy,
He is my coach, my lover, my friend, my King, my confidant, my brother, my father,
my boss, my master, my life, my heart, and I will love him forever!!!
English version of the Radha’s Love Song 1/2 Prelude on page 2
Those swinging trees and birds flying in the sky,
Those green creepers and the lovely Gokul* hills,
Amid which, we used to play and get lost,
In listening and feeling your enchanting flutes and charms, O Krishna*,
The bank of Yamuna* and your playing of flutes,
They all looks deserted without your magical tunes. 01
Everything of Gokul* have become tired, in waiting for you O, Krishna*,
Although ages have passed, only my eyes are still not tired,
While waiting for a glimpse of your enchanting looks,
Please come and show me at least your face, O, Mohan*,
Now even the water streams, running from our eyes too,
Are at the edge of getting dried, while showering the tears,
In waiting for you for such a long time, O Mohan. 02
The lamp of hope only, is still burning, O Krishna
Ever since you left, all other supports have vanished in the air,
Still if you cannot come to Gokul*,
Just do not come,
But please do not send anyone to console my suffering heart,
By giving me false assurances and
The teachings of sacrifice and patience, O Krishna. 03
Please do not send anyone, to make me understand,
That you cannot return to Gokul,
Leaving the affairs of your Kingdom, O Krishna,
These efforts would only break the barrier of my patience,
Bursting those feelings, which have accumulated
In the reservoir of my love since ages,
And do not break my false hopes that you would come one day
As it the last and the only Hope of my life and living,
O Mohan, my most beloved sakha* and love, O Krishna. 04
Ravindra
Kanpur India 29th June 2011
Explainations:
*Radha- Radha is the incarnation of Lakshmi (goddess of wealth and prosperity as per Hindu
religion), the consort of Lord Vishnu, the most beautiful of the Gopi girls, and lover of
Lord Krishna.
*Krishna- is a central figure of Hinduism and is traditionally attributed the authorship
of the Bhagavad Gita. He is an Avatar of Vishnu and considered in some monotheistic
traditions as the Supreme Being. Krishna is identified as a historical individual who
participated in the events of the Mahabharata.
*Gukul- a place where Krishna was brought-up by his foster mother Yashoda.
*Mohan- Mohan is the other name of Krishna
PRELUDE OF THIS SONG IS ON PAGE 2
WONDERS OF IX A (2019)
Millennium is a box of wonders which crave
To get knowledge, values, principle and love.
In my satchel I have eight wonders that drive
Me crazy, frenzied, rabid. But lo how I love
All of them. Composed, wise sane and active
Never fought like cat and dog, or out move.
The first gems Radhika and Ansh, my nerve
One very intelligent, diligent, other silent groove,
Charming, diligent, a helping hand, a sweet dove.
Second are Vidhi and Dhruv, who do their give
Best, oppose, are animadvert, but most all of
Love teachers. Third Pranjal and Mustafa brave
Charming, exasperating, lovely, do behave
Cooly, assist me in executing discipline, gave
Best of them, never rude or arrogant do they prove.
Fourth are Chahat and Vishnu, tacit, cute curve,
Taciturn, intermittently garrulous but catch nerve,
One a couch potato, other eats humble pie is brave.
Fifth wonders are Shikha and Shashank, positive
In my class, effusive, gabby, loquacious, talkative
But sweet natured children, take care of AC groove.
The next wonders are Milsi and Kanan, Gujju native,
Another prolix, chatty and gabby ones who grieve
With Dwij for class indiscipline; all sweethearts of
Sanket, caring, dormant, at times quarrelsome, at eve
Spend time contemplating on their studies. Above
All is Dweesha and Dwip, short tempered, proactive,
Loquacious, friend in enemy, reserved is ready give
Their 100 percent against me with conjurer's glove,
But close to my heart. The last but not least brave
Girl is Vidhi, a Jain, reputed, calm, cute, does have
Empathy for me and Krunal. A sweet girl, will leave
Never just, devoted, staunch behaviour, an octave
Of skills, trustworthy, allegiant, harmonious dove.
In a nutshell, all sixteen are big bucks, a brown clove.
All these eight wonders with Dev, Helik, Vasu move
Crumblesome elements out of my class - proactive.
Mithil, Harsh, Sarthak are above the salt persons. Five
More are wonders driving away my talent out of cave.
I thank again most reverent Kekul madam to pave
A voluble path of IX A with such obedient constructive
Students. Guidance of Sandeep and Sushil inductive;
I counted noses, am success with method inductive.
All dandies, make me a proud, ostentatious teacher alive.
Ramayana, a Hindu epic,
written by saint Valmiki, in Sanskrit
one of the two largest ancient epics,
the first ever poem ever created
many many centuries ago.
It depicts story of Lord Rama
as a kind, fair, brave, soft spoken,
handsome prince, who had
the kind benevolence of gods.
Himself an avatar of lord Vishnu
he was bestowed with divine,
powerful weapons of gods
to be used to fight evil forces.
He won over his consort, Sita,
daughter of King Janak,
in a 'swayamvar', a competition.
Keeping the tradition of honouring
a given word or promise at all costs,
a tradition of his sun god lineage
he went to forest for fourteen years
obeying his father, King Dashrath
and forsake the throne of Ayodhya
for his younger brother Bharata,
as demanded by Queen Kaikayi,
the mother of Bharatha.
He went to forests
with Sita and younger brother Lakshman.
There, he often killed many demons
who had terrorised and killed saints worshipping
peacefully in their holy monasteries,
on latter's requests.
In the 14th year of his banishment,
along with younger brother Lakshman,
with help from his follower Hanuman,
and, King of monkeys, Sugreev,
he fought with King of Lanka, Ravana
a demon King, who had kidnapped Sita
and had wanted to marry her.
After this victory of right over wrong,
and freeing Sita and killing Ravana
he returned to his kingdom Ayodhya
and became the king himself theteafter.
Ramayana, steeped in morality,
depicts duties of relationships,
portraying characters, ideal in nature,
like ideal son, ideal father, ideal servant,
ideal brother, ideal husband and ideal king.
Ramayana has greatly influenced
Hindu poetry, life and culture, thereafter.
Presenting teachings of ancient Hindu sages
in narrative allegory, it intermixes
philosophical and ethical elements.
The characters of Rama, Sita, Lakshman,
Hanuman, Ravana are still revered and worshipped,
in some of the culturally conscious
South and East Asian nations even today.
Two great Hindu festivals,
Dussehra and Deepawali
are celebrated to mark the victory of good over evil,
in India and elsewhere
with fervor and gaiety, every year.
8.6.2020
I should have been a Beat Poet
I should have been a Beat Poet
Like Ginsberg or Ferlinghetti
They were good but not that great
Oh, maybe I'm being petty.
I could have driven across the States
Like Cassady and Kerouac
But couldn’t bear weeks on end
Jammed in battered Cadillac
Living on beer and cigarettes
Sleeping under a hedge,
I really prefer a comfy bed
And I need my meat and veg.
I don’t smoke much or really drink
A lot of alcohol
And drugs, well I am worried
That they would take their toll.
So, although the idea of dropping out
Is one with real appeal,
Is all that existential angst
Essential to the deal?
I have a beard so that’s a start
And a denim shirt or two
A pair of worn out 501s
In that stylish, vintage blue.
But is it really necessary
To embrace the seamier side?
Couldn’t one write poetry
Having had an easier ride?
I’ve seen the films and read the books
Surely that’s enough
Research for a verse or two
It shouldn’t be that tough
I could have been a Bahai,
I listen to “Thought for the Day”
Or a Catholic, Jew or Vishnu,
Well what I’m trying to say
Is, that faith is now a lifestyle choice
Like a car or mobile phone;
A tribal badge to identify
You’re a yuppie, punk, or sloane
For as we strut Life's High Street
Consumed by rampant consumerism,
Is it a socialist lack of pies
Signifying nothing, a mere spoonerism,
Or a repressive Capitalist Plot;
A new opiate of the masses
To avoid the inevitable truth
That we're wading through molasses?
Now I didn’t have to blow my brain
With mind expanding drugs,
Or travel to a sink estate
And live among the thugs
To pose these twenty-first-century woes
Or postulate their cause;
I managed sitting home in comfort
It flowed without a pause.
But really I’m just kidding
This is pseudo psycho-babble
No more intellectual
Than a game of junior scrabble
So no, I couldn’t be a Beat Poet
Like Ginsberg or Ferlinghetti.
Even the very thought of it
Makes me feel all hot and sweaty.
I’ll stick to writing doggerel
From the comfort of my home
And you never know one day
It may form an amusing tome.
Sex, Death, and Regeneration, our Transformation
We cannot change the world, and we can't change another
We can only change ourselves and illuminate our endeavor
To see good or bad, as simply, the outcome of possibility
To know that our perceptions are only, 'our' perceptions entirely
Our purpose is to learn, grow, & evolve into oneness of individuality
Towards the inner, and greater conscience...and to love in simplicity...
True love would last forever, or so, I was led to believe
As left alone, unspoken, and surely deceived
Is this humanities way, my silenced thoughts conceived
Or is this another wish, my karmic soul persist, rendering grieved
Peace, love, & unity... the father, son, & the holy
'the ghostly trinity'...
Brahma, Vishnu, & Shiva, ancient mythology
'without great war, there cannot be great peace'
The suffering and the past, evolving spiritual release
Just some thoughts, as that's flickering through
As my mind wonders, proverbial quotes as they do
Um, the symbolistic trinity in the Veda, also the Trishul of Shiva...
Tattooed on my hand, a fulfillment of my favor
Sometimes I wonder if, and other times I don't know
Life's bright, yet dark. unknowingly we grow
The sweet, if we've never tasted bitter
The good if we've never had the lesser
Then there are moments of 'just is'... A trinity of kind
Frawley's law, that's ultimately refined
'can't have your cake, and also, eat it too...'
Yet the inner fool, always wanting to...
Truth, vision, and the abundance of our soul
Learned, tormented, and negligence grow old
The fire, our feelings, and the winter, passion as cold
Forgotten as inhibited, within conformity being told.
We endeavor for fulfillment, as within, our desired world,
The ultimate lesson, our satisfaction unfold
A transient nature, as lasting values lie cold
As fulfilling yourself, and in drawing wisdom learnt
The desires gained, our soul left empty, emotions burnt
Preoccupying for self-aggrandisement, as eventually
Our ends in setbacks, and our infelicity.
S
F
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Mindless our nature, lost is our contempory
Good News Trinities:
ReFold
Fold
UnFold
+1
(-)0
(-,-)binomial/double-binary 0
Positron, function of restorative reaction, informating
Neutron, function of bilateral mid-way action
Neutrino, function of result, exforming, intrinsic/implicate binomial
Trust
MisTrust
AntiTrust
Uracil
Adenine/Guanine midway balance
Cytosine
Brahman
God
Allah
Brahman, function of ReGeneration
Vishnu, function of ReStoring Primal Relationship
Shiva, anti-function of DeGeneration-Retribution-Loss-Jihad
Yagna, function of ecological relationship
Tapas, spiritual function of nature/spirit primal relationship
Dana, function of cooperative relationship--ego/eco positive health trends
Father, Creator/Way
HolySpirit, Humane-Divine Life of Relationship
Son, Patriarchal-Messianic TruthMentor-Teacher,
with Virgin Womb EarthMatriarchal Original Intent
Goodness of Natural Ethics
Truth of EquiValent Symmetry
Beauty of Nurturing Aesthetic Spirits
Happiness of Yang-Way function, external
Life of Healthy Balance
Liberty of Yin-Truth function, internal
Fraternity of Humane Nature
Equality of Nature/Nurturing Spirit
Liberty for Sacred Nurture
Ego, Left hemisphere, language
Id-entity Womb, Matriarchal/Patriarchal
Environmental Eco, Right hemisphere, function of SuperEgo
+ thru (-,-)
Body of YangEgo, patriotic
Spirit of Ego-Eco BiLateral Consciousness
Mind of Yin EcoLogos matriotic
Soil, function of Sacred MotherEarth-external
Soul, function of Ego/EcoLogical CoOperative Balance, Win-Win
Society, function of Brahman-internal restorative regeneration
Bad News Trinity:
Commodification of Goodness, myths and power and religion and nutrition...
Capitalization of Truth, merit, values, investments, aesthetics, attrition...
Secularization of Beauty, logos, ecologos, Earth, Eden, restoration,
health, reforesting, purpose, justice, vocation
relationship, synergy, gardening, reversion...
UnWeave
Weave
UnUnWeave
(Onam is Kerala’s state festival based on the belief of the annual visit of Mahabali, the legendary king of the land, now an occupant of the netherworld.)
I am Mahabali, the king who ruled the land of Kerala.
Now a Time Traveler from the netherworld.
I loved my land and my people as best as I could
With unstinted commitment and devotion,
I served my people and strived for their welfare.
They loved me in turn, never a protest was raised.
The state was in its glorious phase with peace and prosperity
Abounding all across the far reaches of my kingdom.
Every village and town, each nook and corner,
Rang with hearty cheers and songs of mirth.
Freedom and welfare were the hallmark of my reign.
With my fame escalating day by day, even gods grew jealous.
Never suspecting any fraudulence and not knowing,
It was Lord Vishnu who came to me as a Brahmin avatar,
And when asked for some land to do worship,
That could be measured in just three steps,
I granted the boy’s wish, being compassionate.
Soon he grew into mammoth proportions,
Covered the entire universe with his two steps!
I realized that the boy was Lord Vishnu in disguise.
Seeing that there was no more land left,
I bowed before the boy offering my head for the next step.
He pushed me to the netherworld, but with a boon,
To visit my land and my people every year.
I have been visiting my people all these years
But with each visit I have seen only decadence
My land, once the abode of peace and prosperity
Has now become one of disunity, corruption, war and violence
Sadly, I have resolved not to visit my land anymore.
This is my final visit with a warning to all my people;
“Learn from the past, and the endless tortures suffered
That instead of division, oppression and disharmony
You should find common ground to stand and thrive,
For in unity lies humanity’s joy and progress.
Leave behind greed and the mad lust for power.
Alter your course and heal the wounds of the earth.
Let love and peace guide you now and unto eternity.”
The meandering Universe or tightly packed with no edges at all
The Universe huge and pulsing enough to give seed to the life forms is packed rock into a ball
The Universe did it know all along about Love?
Hey what is life anyway? Some say they know from messages above, within— without
Some say they know by analysis, some philosophers, mystics, priests, all claim they have the key to the riddle-- What do they know?
I have voyaged with Plato, and Aristotle feeling the firm ground beneath me slipping away,
I mourned the Passion, I have kneeled for Allah, Vishnu, Shiva, Yahweh, RA, Amun-Ra, Odin, and I have imbibed the mystic, elevating into a fugue
Hawkins, Sagan, Einstein have wisely spoken, I speak their words, “Where did God hide those confounded data?”
I have visited the land where law of religions becomes the external garb of man, atoms flowing rapidly energetically all from cloth to flesh and back again--
In those black holes I have held hands with Sagan, De Grasse
In search of other worldly terrestrial beings, and have floated into eternity embracing Hawkings into beauteous things— with water at the center of it all…
Plunged into darkness, and never found those dice,
What can I say, I am only man.
We have tried for millenniums to answer the puzzling riddles, what is the ‘mystery of inequity’, perchance it is of no substance at all, or is split asunder in the vital soul of man himself some slippery essence waiting to ooze out into the atmosphere,
The riddles are great, and the universe holds them somewhere in the abyss, of man blackest recesses perchance— Maybe there is no mystery at all… “Philosophy is a smile on a dog”
Some say they know by analysis, some Philosophers, mystics, Scientists, all claim they have the key to the riddle…What do they know?
In the desperate search of God we have despised our ways, Men have become haters of Love. I saw the birth of the humanist once upon a page-- Petrarch my father
He held the keys jangling with a smirk and rage…
Man disappoints man…
Lord Vishnu once blasé of the same old scene,
Far too tame with His heavenly ease,
Felt for a change from ‘oh been there and seen’,
For one that exhilarates with fragrant breeze.
Arbudanchal My Lord, sage Narad said,
His constant devotee, seer versatile,
The hilly spot soothes any tired head,
And waiting ‘tis to welcome you with smile.
But how would I find this new paradise?
Look for a place bursting with spring flowers,
Naught whatso like it anywhere else lies,
Rich air wafts bliss from blossoming bowers.
No one can miss that golden yellow hue,
Aroma so rare on Earth’s floral world,
And a long spring’s about to be unfurled,
Once you reach there you'll need no other clue.
And ye can't miss those trees towering tall,
Glossy green leaves and ethereal fragrance,
Nor miss hills’ pyramid-like sloping wall,
Once there, enough is just one single glance.
…….
Yea, not long back it was, in fairer times
When earth nigh but rivalled the paradise,
Old Arbudanchal, what immortal climes!
Time when air was filled with life, man was wise.
Today the green is struggling to grow,
Hills bulldozed bare, brazen bald by progress,
Bare little’s left now old glory to show,
Save manicured greens garbed with tailored dress!
And still enough hints of the old glory,
Hope, it’d one day trace back times so hoary.
Alas, we’re left with only thinning hope,
How long would Nature give men longer rope?
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Arbudanchal: The present day hill station called Mt. Abu in Rajasthan. I was there for ten days in late April to explore once gain its beauty after a long time of thirty years. The difference I found was stark. This piece narrates how this place had been the envy even of ones like abode of Vishnu.
Reminiscing | 04.06.2008 | narrative