भगवती मां

 ना मैने कोई पुण्य किया।

ना पाप मेरे रुकते है।

मन का भी कहां अच्छा हूं?

पर मैं तो मां का बच्चा हूं। 

पूजा पाठ न मुझे आता है।

ना मुख कोई भजन गाता है।

वाणी का भी कहां सच्चा हूं?

पर मैं तो मां का बच्चा हूं। 

मठ मंदिर मैं नहीं जाता हूं।

सेवा भी नहीं कर पाता हूं।

व्यवहार में भी तो कच्चा हूं।

पर मैं तो मां का बच्चा हूं। 

मन तो मेरा अति लोभी है।

सोते जगते कुछ चाहता है।

काम क्रोध से सींचा हूं।

पर मैं तो मां का बच्चा हूं। 

तीर्थ में मैं नहीं नहाता हूं।

दान भी तो नहीं दे पाता हूं।

अच्छा भी मैं कहां सोचा हूं?

पर मैं तो मां का बच्चा हूं। 

...बस मैं तो भगवती मां का बच्चा हूं। 

🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Natural ruins

(Scribbled something yesterday, wanting to improvise later... no mood to do so anymore, so publishing it raw... including some made up title.)

When the ocean yells at us to talk
We prefer the beach for a walk
While the moon sends the tide,
We bother only to stand aside

The sun shines to show the care
Yet we have so much protection to wear
We've moved from eras of shades from tree
And into one where we fell them as we're free

Without the rains we'd have no water to drink
Taking them for granted we overflow the sink
There's no respect for nature around us
But for a little comfort, we make a huge fuss

We claim the animals too as domesticated
Only for opportune moments have we waited
Worse than viruses do we feed
On everything carelessly like weed

And oh, how we deny greater intelligence!
We surely didn't come along perchance
However selfish be the selfish gene
We humans will remain meanest of the mean.

शक्तिपात अष्टांग ||

हरि: ॐ ||



नको ते यम
शक्य ते नियम
लागेल तो आसन (/ बंध / मुद्रा)
होईल ते प्राणायाम 
सुटेल ते प्रत्याहार
दिसेल ती धारणा
चढेल ते ध्यान
मीच ती समाधी 


श्रीगुरुपादुकार्पणमस्तु ||

O tamaH!

॥ ॐ॥

O tamaH, Thou Are Rudra Himself,

Who puts me to deep sleep.

Fooling me back into ignorance,

For my love of Thy dark form.

In that blissful embrace of Thine,

The desires still remain as seed.

Losing Thy grace on waking up,

My desires play the destroying dance.

The powerful presence of Thee,

Pervades the Tripura not only sleep.

With Thy Trident, destroy that seed,

That brings me this wakeful dream.

Its but a play of the most beautiful, Maya,

Thy consort in the abode of Kailasa.

॥ श्रीगुरुपादुकार्पणमस्तु॥

Being

|| हरि ॐ ||

What am I, but dead matter,

Without Thy presence in me?

Not knowing That

I've distanced myself from Thee!

Would I ever Know

That's to wait and see

Longing that Union,

For now, I'll just be.

|| श्रीगुरुपादुकार्पणमस्तु ||

This too shall pass

With a heavy heart I write
That all life is a fight
For some, this fact is a known one
While others figure when all is done
But each moment can be a pleasure
And then we learn how to treasure
Time, good or bad, will never return again#
So we do have the best bargain 



#This line maybe inspired by the following incident: Akbar asked Birbal to write something that when said to a happy person will make him sad and when told to a sad person will make him happy. Birbal wrote: "This too shall pass."
_

Grim hope

Life of grim hope
Hanging on a thin rope
Any change has no scope
So let it be and cope

Life full of shame
Wild passion to tame
Any change seems lame
So everyone gets the blame

Life hidden in the dark
Without a bit of spark
Any change leaves a mark
So go on with your lark

Life guided only by fate
No matter if you walk straight
Any change is third rate
So continue your only trait

Life dances around death
Even with best of health
Any change affects stealth
So we live on illusive wealth

A blast from the past

Today, while sorting old things to do away with, in order to make space for new things, I found a bunch of memories! These memories were stored in scribbled papers, entrance exam booklets, fee receipts hiding in books, technical and training manuals, practice journals, webpage printouts, chat scripts, random quotes and notes, product literature, salary slips, resumes, visiting cards, etc... the list is almost endless. And as is the case with memories, some are good, some are bad. This time around, however, I cared not much for the bad ones, I've walked over almost all of them however rotten! Among the good ones, I found some paintings and sketches that I'd drawn as a 13-14 year old kid which I want to scan and then, clutter up my blog with them. :) Just a caveat here, almost all of them were copied from cartoon books such as Tintin, Asterix, newspapers, etc, other than a lot of imitations from R.K. Laxman's sketches.


Here's a wonderful poem that I came across scribbled on a piece of paper... I don't recall where I copied it from, possibly a newspaper of a website when there weren't many printers around:

Shattered dreams --by Lisa Richardson
The waters of life
Cascade like shattered dreams
Into rivers of crystal
My emotions take flight
As my soul soars towards the heavens
Carrying pain and regret
Far from their mortal existence
Hopes and dreams
No longer like a beacon before me
They scatter to the winds
Blowing furiously around me
I look towards the future
As I leave behind the past
Only to discover
A mirror image of
Shattered dreams

Another day

Either side of the bed you get up from
Its another day, and another fray

Trying to separate right from wrong?
Sometimes there are shades of grey

Things don't always go as planned
It doesn't matter how much you pray

However grave the issue you see
As days pass, you'll wither away

Another day, another fray
Life goes on so till death parts away

Freedom

(originally written on 15 Aug 2007 thinking some nonsense over Independence Day and later left unfinished, lost in drafts!)

to think, speak and act.
to meditate, silence and undo.
to start, revert and end.
to nothing, something and everything.
to dependence, inter-dependence and independence.
to remain, be and exist.
to peace, peace and peace.

Unlearning

While closing the earlier weblog on missing school, I scribbled some nonsense that seemed to get a little spiritual for me. So here it is as an entry separate from the earlier one. :)

Why learn now, when there's no need?
There's a want and that needs a feed.
When there are no riddles for one to solve
And the one unsolved riddle of life puzzles all
Why not cook up things of various notions?
Trying to break them open with more solutions?
Everyone else has unknowingly been around fooling
Why not knowingly fool yourself and go back to schooling?

Hideout

I don't hide my feelings
I let them out
I don't talk of things
I don't know about
I don't know much
I keep silent as such
Not many like me so
Far away I'd rather go

Phasing out

The year's new
Options are few
Aging every day
Got nothing to say
Dreaming till death
Having lost faith
Life of bout
Off 'n phasing out

Silence

Silence removes the cloud
From which rain words so loud
And through that I'm nearly done
With the harsh overture of creation
But do they ever let you be silent?
Or instead see your life as their vent?
You have no choice but to avoid
To live on with the blissful void!

Lost life

Life's worth a dime
Death is still a crime
Wasted enough time
Hasted through the rhyme
Sing along to be fine
None can see a loner shine
Pointless is that path
Causing useless wrath
Patience comes at a cost
Many a life is lost
... many a life is lost

Through the nights

(cracking up in my insomnia... :)

Through the nights
Even without lights
Sleepless is the mind
Having nothing to find

Growing lazy every day
Nights too have no say
Only the thought "I'm the light"
Is that of sheer delight and might

Jump away

Jump, jump when you can
Don't postpone it, man!
You too are meant to go over
Its no time to be slower
Pace is called for now
Ain't a question of how
Else you have to scale the ridge
And then build a bridge
To avoid the jump in old age
Regretting the past with rage
Even if they don't agree
Its surely not a decree
You're born in freedom
Don't you die in boredom
Write the slavery off
It isn't that tough

Every other day

Wait another day
And you'll see
Whether the mind binds
Or sets ya free

If its binding
Its still a great finding
You know the effort was less
Leading ya back to the mess

Else It hath freed
The mind's greed
Be in the effortless then
There's nothing (more) to attain

I remain

In thoughtless thinking
Uttering speechless words
Doing actionless deed
In crowded space
Among still winds
And soothing fire
Drenched in dry waters
Floating on earth
In confusing clarity
Of zeroth infinity
Immersed in deep sleep
Wakefully dreaming
In that noisy silence
Tied by complete freedom
I blissfully remain!

Fooled again?

Life is the biggest thief
Dropping like an autumn leaf
It steals away all your years
Leaving behind dried tears
It fools you, letting loose
While its faking a truce
The battle is still on
You're being tramped upon
An escape run is behind pleasures
Without knowing how it measures
Illusive is the happiness that seems
Its nothing like the bliss that beams
Its the one that doesn't exist
But yet, endlessly, so you insist
You keep enjoying the day of birth
Knowing not its hardly a mirth
The truth is that you die
Each moment you live such a lie
Every time a shock comes your way
Making you grow wise, you say
But its the same trick played on you
Why else would you repeat what you always do?
You damn fool! There are no wise men
Not even one among many a ten
If they exist, its not for you to see
But only a good story to tell and glee
Else, wouldn't you follow them instead?
Trying not to lay still on a cosy bed
Having known the pain out here
Yelling every now and then, O dear!
Relishing the picture instead of the place
Sit and watch, against being in the race!
Now that you chose to stay back
Bless you your own lost track
Then happily look back at memories
And those nonsensical poetic diaries!