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Advaita’ is Sanskrit for non duality,
Where all of everything is unit of one,
living or non-living are false reality,
To non-living we pass when life is done
Ignorance is evident in what some seek,
God is not a pedlar for their needs,
Some seek him on a mountain peak,
Some barter gifts with their greed!
God is not entity that dwells outside,
God is you and me and all of universe,
Even In the tiniest of atom god resides
To seek God, deep in self one must immerse!
Safron robes or be it spotless white,
Some mystic lamp or ringing bell,
Musical hymns or other ritual rite,
Is not the way to him, Let me tell!
Those holy books you hold in hand,
read and quote through all your life,
Holy words most don’t understand,
Misuse it like a double edged knife!
Do not ask god to buy you a house,
Or favour you with an exam pass,
not a referee betwixt you and spouse,
Ask him not to adjudicate such cause!
On many a pilgrimage to holy lands,
Fasting and obedience of many kind,
Walk bare feet on sun baked sands,
Those who do are spiritually blind!
Spread goodness, share it around,
Reject greed and help all who need,
Good deeds are prayers sans sound,
blessings come from poor you feed!
God resides in many words of truth,
In the heart of innocence of a child,
And good lost to arrogance of youth,
In perfection of orbits, in forests wild!
Define not God with your weak soul,
sketch him not with your meek claws,
God is truth that embodies the whole,
Too resplendent for our eyes with flaws!
God lives in calmness of your mind,
In that inner glow of light that is life,
Focus deep within, and you will find,
In the goodness in you he is rife!
Feel the falling nightshade,
The decent of inferno's raid.
Coins in a dead mans eyes,
he needs to be paid...
Let lose the minions of Hel.
Locked in this deep dark well
Valhalla is in rage
Taste this malignant sage
In this twisted age
Like black notes of a
Symphony; infernal.
Eternal the lone wail of empty
Souls in dire masquerade
A waltz profane: the life hollow as
This forsaken campaign
Insane in creations final cascade.
Feel the falling nightshade
End of what is known
Beginning of what is dreamed
Deep dark and serene
We ponder our meaning in this scheme
We watch our foot falls in nightshade.
Valhalla in rage
The flash of eye
In a blurred memory
As everything of this is in white
In this darkest night.
The presents of wandering thought...
An echo of soul in this dire masquerade.
We all walk in kingdoms lost footfalls
Of this blackened land
Care not; ruined by what was man.
Nightshade and Mandrake
The sour taste of ours ages impure sage.
Only heavens knows heavens holy rage.
Deep in this gospel,
Lives as drops of rain, each complex, lost
In a vast well and the ferryman is paid.
Glint of light in the unassuming night
The presents of fear
Are you losing sleep my dear?
What do you hear; just falling nightshade
And HE’s waiting to be paid.
What mortal tear?
Traces this grand and ageless face.
What min and turn's of flesh?
Can inspire divinities of old
To lay waste to dreamscapes of
A mere weak soul.
Gracing the surface of dawn ‘
Dawn of light chases away...
The shadows of the past.
What mortal fear?
Could frame thy symmetry…
Flies in a lives encompassing race.
Tools of hand
Rules of ?esh
Deities taste of forbidden
dream's...lace.
Lands of mere walking apes
That claim the waste in a time of rape
That drink the wine
The immaculate Grapes of rancor
What mortal eye....?
In this age... '
Can see the island's wrapped in
An arcane god's apathy...
A province of unknown Seas's
What face is this to see?
Divinities own... mortal tear
frames thy fearful symmetry!
Her silence was her silent grieve,
A veil that few could ever perceive,
But deep within, a fire burned,
A fighter's spirit, undeterred and unturned.
She was no weak soul, as they thought,
A woman with courage, battle fought,
Resilient, bold, and strong at heart,
A woman king, who'd never depart.
In her soul, a fire burning bright,
She will rise from the ashes, take her rightful flight,
A woman of strength, of power, and grace,
In her journey, she will find her rightful place.
Though, darkness may assail,
She will stand tall and strong, her spirit shall prevail.
For she's a woman, a king deep within her core,
Unyielding, unbroken, forever she will soar.
What mortal tear?
Traces this grand and ageless face.
What twist and turn's of flesh?
Can inspire divinities of old
To lay waste to dreamscapes of
A mere weak soul.
Gracing the surface of dawn
New light chases away...
The shadows of the past.
What mortal fear?
Flies in a lives encompassing race.
Tools of hand
Rules of flesh
Deities taste of forbidden
dream's...lace.
Lands of mere walking apes
That claim the waste in a time of rape
That drink the wine
The immaculate Grapes of rancor
What mortal eye...?
In this age...
Can see the island's wrapped in
An arcane god's apathy...
A province of unknown Seas's
What face is this to see?
Divinities own...
A mortal tear.