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You Have Drastically Missed Your Philosopher's Stone

You’ve drastically missed your
Philosopher's Stone
Long time ago, 
At an ancient past

Since that time
Your face was 
Filled with some
Unbearable
Dark rays

Since that time
Your eyes were 
Craving for some
Vein alternates
To equate this
Ultimate loss 

Since that time
Your heart was
Transformed into
A lightless cave

Since that time
You devilishly swallowed 
Countless animals
That come about you
To fill your hunger

He and she
Everybody and everything
On this Universe
Are now engulfed 
By your Darkest Rays

.....
.....

Could you wake up,
At any point in time,
And completely erase your 
Black facial seams
To make your face
Bright and blissful?

Could you come out 
Of your dark and deep cave 
And sincerely seek the
Help of the sun
To search your P-stone?

And, 
By this faithful search
Could you find your 
Philosopher's stone,
At any point in time, 
To blissfully regain your
Golden life?

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You Are My Absolute Goal To Be Attained

A tiny glimpse of your face
Makes my soul 
Blossom 
From its roots 

A casual gaze of your eyes
On my face
Makes my heart
Expand infinitely

You’ve lifted me 
From the darkest pits 
Of this ill-fated journey
That's long been taken 
Falsely for life

At present
You've scanned
My entire being
To inversely transform it
To suit your 
Mystic motives

and

You've taken
Complete ownership of my 
Whole heart
With absolute authority

At present
You've fed my soul 
With your blessed nectar 
To merge it coherently 
With your 
Eternal heart

In this precious moment
An ultimate truth
Flashed into my conscience
Like a blissful lightening:

"All through my 
Tedious voyages
With uncountable
Sharks and whales

And

All through my 
Uncharted flights
With innumerable 
Storms and hurricanes

You’ve been 
My safeguarding angel 
And my only goal
To be attained 
To abruptly end this
Ultimate chaos
That's long been taken 
Falsely for life!"

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In Search of An Ecstatic and Blissful Wonder

I'm strongly feeling
Into the depths of my heart, 
That this present life 
Would be my 
Last and liberating birth...

This is my final show
Of this tragic drama
On this ill-fated vast stage 
Made up of
Time and space...

I was an actor
In this eternal drama
Since the ancient times,
But, at present,
I 'm entirely tired of 
This utter waste blah blah...

I've now become
Totally fed up 
With this incoherent drama
That was created long ago
By an ultimately foolish
Amateur director... 

And yet,
There are some rare moments 
Among this vein journey
Like a rare tasting fruit 
Which hides itself
In the thickest layers of
A top-most branch

Those moments
Are inevitably splashing 
A feeling of wonder 
That I wish to freeze it
Into the 
Deep depths of my
Heart and soul...

I'm constantly striving
To identify those rare moments
As they're
Surely capable of
Transforming this 
Poisonous drama  
Into an 
Ecstatic and
Blissful wonder!

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Jesus Has Already Born Again

Jesus's already born again
But there’s nobody 
To identify Him 
As a spiritual guide

He constantly calls 
All of you
Again and again

But
Nobody's there 
On the Earth's plane
To hear His 
Heart-felt voice

He never forces you
To arrive at His feet
In an arrogant voice

He most humbly
Whispers
In your 
Deaf ears
‘Please...come...to... me...’

Although
He could 
Liberate you
From 
All the clutches
Of your
Devastating life

He never declares Himself
That He is your Savior

He's already born again
Only to 
See your 
Ill-fated ventures
In the name of 
'Science' and 'progress'

He's already born again
Only to 
Shed tears constantly
For all of you

He's already born again
To scold himself 
On His inability
To protect you 

From the irreversible effect
That's arising out
From your
Blindfolded 
And
Satanic acts

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Just Become a Beautiful, Tiny Sparrow

Remove your screens and iron bars
In your subtle windows
To allow fresh air, to see the vastness
Of the Space, to see some tiny birds
Moving joyfully,enjoying their short life 
On this Painful Earth.

Do you think they are care-free souls?
No, they also lift their own loads of pains
At the deep core of their little hearts:
They need to collect food for their children,
They need to save them from their hunters,
And, they need to maintain their bush-homes...

Do you think you are the only being
With a tons and tons of worries and pains?
Just see, meditate, observe these tiny sparrows,
And, convince yourself, as you have got 
Things in plentitudes. And, be grateful to the Giver!

Just settle yourself down into the Vast Expanse
Of the Space that you've already got.
Just open the iron doors and screens 
Of your subtle windows in which
You've been dwelling so for
Like an insect, like a lizard,
In the deep darkness of your 
Closed and dusty home.

Just become a beautiful,tiny sparrow
And stretch your wings and fly blissfully
To experience this wonderful space
Which's nameless, formless,and limitless...

Make something magnificent
Out of this infinite vast space 
With your beautiful little wings
That are always craving to fly more and more
Towards new and newer horizons.

(Written on 13th July 2017,11-30 AM)

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The Graveyards Withstand Heavy Storms

A few days ago
A thunderous storm 
Attacked my city 
And reduced 
Trees and structures
To bits and pieces 

It has uprooted
Numerous homes and
Countless plants

It has destroyed
The lives of people
Who have lived under trees
And on platforms
Along with their
Simple dreams and hopes


While I observed 
The heavy ruins of 
This witchy strike,

My eyes fell upon 
A roadside graveyard 
With numerous tombs,
Big and small,
With extended slabs
Having engraved names

They were standing
Stiff and strong,
Clean and pure,
Reflecting the
Gold like sun rays
On their
Polished surfaces
  
At this split-moment
A rare secret was 
Revealed to me
From my heart's depth:

"Whatever happens
The graveyards are 
Always graveyards...
No life...no movement...
They're just
Sand and stones 
With dry bones inside..."

After a few moments
My heart's voice
Again whispered in my heart
In a secret tone:

"Don't be a graveyard...
Get up...
Move...
Fall down...
Crawl...
And then...
Finally...
Get up again
And rise like the sun!"

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The Monumental Secret of All Lives and All Creations

The moment I exert
My creative force on you,
You just start to exert
Your destructive power on me

The moment you apply
Your creative gaze on me
I simply start to exert
My destructive look on you

When I feed 
Poison into your soul
You just respond it 
With your 
Life-giving nectar

I just respond 
With my blissful love 
When you feed 
Hatred into my being

This enormous game 
Is played this way
All through the Eternity
And 
All through the lives of 
People and planets 

This mysterious play
Has been looped around
With an untold balance
In time and space

Could you strike a balance
With your
Poison and nectar
Character and arrogance
Chaos and peace?

Could you strike a 
Blissful balance
With all your
Positives, negatives
Good and bad things?
 
Could you understand 
Your thoughts and silence
In the light of this
Basic reality that's been
Created by an unknown force?
 
Could you attain 
This creative balance
In a single trail
Whoever you are 
And whatever you do?

Could you buy this
Ultimate secret
With all your wealth
And all your monies?

Or else,

Could you exhaust this
Monumental secret
To simply fix your
Existential issues?

(To my Beloved Babuji Maharaj)


Note:

This poem was created by me instantly after reading the following words of Babuji Maharaj, a Monumentally Great Indian Mystic and who was the Founder President of Shri Ram Chandra Mission in India. He was the spiritual guru of my previous spiritual guide Chariji Maharaj and my present spiritual guide, Daaji Maharaj, who are working relentlessly by delivering Heartfulness Relaxation and Heartfulness Meditation to entire humanity from the beginning of the 20th century.

"The powers of creation and destruction are both present in Nature. Wherever the power of creation exists, there also exists the power of destruction along with it." -Babuji Maharaj

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My Greatest Journey

For more than thirty years

I have wasted my time

Thinking myself that 

I'm an adventurer of 

All sorts of  'big things'


I used to write poems

And was appreciated

By a small literary circle



I used to tell stories

With a knack of suspense,

By which my friends circle 

Used to become ecstatic


I've instantly become a 

Superhuman being

Among my circle

And started to think 

I'm 'so great'


But one day at the dawn,

After a deep sleep,

I found myself 

As a big 'NOTHING'


Since that moment

I stopped writing poems,

Stopped telling stories, and 

Stopped all sorts of 'NONSENSE'

I've been doing so far


Then I closed my eyes

And started my inner journey 

In the depths of my heart

Seeking my beloved Atheetha


This journey

Towards my inner-most core

Might be the ONE

I've ever craved for

Since the dawn of the time


I strongly feel that

This's a kingly game

Of all sorts of silly games

Being played so far 

By Gods and humans

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The Alarming Voice of a Nameless Mystic

Dear ladies and gentlemen!
You're  born on this Earth
For leading your entire life
That could be defined 
Simply in a few words as
‘Merely childish’

You all have managed to learn
A kind of an artificial voice
That doesn’t connect you 
With your inner hearts: 
You’re all heartless toys!

You live with your ugly fashion
Wearing jeans with torn patches
Half-a feet high chappals
And all your artificial body scents:
The ultimate childishness
On all the planets and the suns!

You strictly follow your silliest ideas
About anything and everything
On all matters, on all things: 
They're aimed at a big 'BEGGING':
Begging for love, begging for money,
Begging for fame, begging for sex...
And what not?

Have you ever heard 
Your own inner voice?

Have you ever sought
The precious help of 
Your inner conscience?

Nay, 
You've knowingly avoided 
The voice of your heart
And hide it underneath
The dark corners 
Of your satanic mind


My dear ‘grown-up children’!

Get ready now
To suffer the consequences
Of this kind of ugly life
With all your artificialities
And all your wisdom-less
Superfluous notions and ideas

An exact judgment is 
Awaiting you, for sure,
With all its powerful 
Ways and means
To constantly beat you to death
Until you're awakened 
To a simple truth: 

"Listen to your 
Heart’s voice
Throwing away 
All your artificialities
You’ve indulged in 
For too long a time"

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Boarding On a City Bus To Reach My Destination

While I was standing here
To board on a city bus to my destination
The bus was stopped 'there'
In a distance from me

While I went 'there'
To somehow catch another bus,
That another bus was stopped
In the place where I previously stood!

With hectic pains in my leg
I start to run vigorously
Here and there
In an attempt to somehow catch a bus
At this very moment
The entire traffic on my route-
To my utter shock- 
Was abruptly stopped

Now I'm simply walking 
Towards my destination,
Accepting my destiny
On 'missed buses' and 'deserted routes'

I've learnt a lot,at this point in time,
That even the simple act of
Boarding and riding on a city bus
Is to be approved, beforehand,
By the invisible Divine Law
That's invisible but active
Forever and forever.