Money

The want for money forces men to leave their homelands; their spiritual abodes, in search of newer territories where they find only vanity, wrath and misery. You never know when money has cast its mysterious spell on you. Before you know it, you are entangled in its mesh made of desire, welded with greed and coated with envy. True, you need money to live a life. But where do you draw the line?..


Money, money, money,
drives you crazy honey.
It makes you want more,
only to turn life sore.

Money is the wheel of life,
keep it turning tells your wife.
Your wants make an endless list,
surely! money should fill your fist.

The sight of which makes you smile,
senses turn blind for a while.
It can make a beggar sing,
"Ruler of the world, behold! the King".

Money should be earned by work,
greed makes you an unhappy jerk.
Be willing to give away in alms,
to the needy with outstretched arms.

Money is a wonderful tool,
spend it wisely, be not a fool.
It can make your dreams come true,
when money is the slave and its master you.

Pearls of wisdom

Silence is the most effective weapon in a war of words.


Silence is the sword for a knight of wisdom.


Fools are they who fear an argument. Even foolish are those who engage in one.


Humility is the key to unlock the treasure of knowledge.


True wisdom has dawned upon a man who understands the purpose behind everything.


All talks of changing the world are but sure signs of fanaticism.


A broad mind finds a place for everything. A narrow mind finds everything misplaced.


The world will go on...with or without you.


A compassionate heart bleeds for every ailing soul.


Service to humanity is the highest goal of life.


God is the Doer. We are but instruments in His hand.


Science begins with imperfections in nature. Religion begins with imperfections in the mind.


Thou art the ocean, not the waves thy eyes behold.


Like every seed has the potentiality of a tree, every man has the potentiality of god within. Just that it requires the water of love, the sunlight of knowledge, the air of contemplation and the soil of renunciation to grow.

A new world

Far from the clutches of this world we live in, I see a beautiful world, a paradise. A land where the rising sun greets me with a smile. A sight that truly arouses in me a divine experience.

Awakened by the light so soft that kisses my eyes,
I see a whole new world that has so much to offer.

Lush green is everyplace that makes me ponder,
whether it is the colour of envy or of nature's wonder.
The freshness in the air stirs my inner being, blowing
a wind of change in my life.

The fragrance of the flowers captivates my senses,
and bringeth unto me the knowledge of that one conscious.
The rustling leaves, the whining wind,
the gurgling water and the chirping birds,
create a symphony to entertain a cosmic dance.

Here is a world not sustained by reason, name or fame. A world where
time appears to stand still, making misery and sorrow a thing of the past.



Every element here is a messenger of love,
a messenger of peace and harmony that man has doth not found.
Here I stand amidst bliss eternal, never hoping to return.

God Personified

Divine is that soul,
who gave birth to me.
Cuddling and caressing in her arms,
a goddess of love , she may be.

The day I opened my eyes to see,
thy cheerful face greeted me.
A stranger in this world so to say,
thy glowing eyes showed me the way.

From that day on, I was bonded to you,
by a relationship so strong, seen far and few.
Like a creeper that clings on tight to a tree,
I depended on you till you set me free.

This life appears to be an obscure trail,
confused and afraid of being frail,
I look up to thee to show me the light,
to confront any situation with all my might.

Indebted to you, shall I remain forever,
for all the love and care you've showered.
Thy selfless sacrifices and sufferings knew no bound,
thy benevolence to mankind O' mother is profound.

Karma

How is it that sometimes in our life, we feel that we have already had an experience similar to what we are presently encountered with. Dejavu, may be. But sometimes the experience may not have been in this life. Yes! It must have happened in one of our earlier lives. Skeptics will question, what earlier life? Our life starts with birth and ends in the grave. Right ? No! Your karma (residual impressions: prarabdha, in Sanskrit) is the reason you are born again in this world. To work it out according to your dharma (chosen path) is your duty. If it was not for your karma of past lives, then how would you justify your faculty of memory revealing something to you which you have not even experienced in this life. This proves that the subtle mind lives on even after the death of the gross physical body.

Take the example of Shri Adi Shankaracharya who spearheaded the revival of Hinduism in India. It is a known fact that the great Shankara had already finished writing all his commentaries (upanishads) on the Vedas (the eternal truth) before the age of 16. We, in kaliyuga (the age of KAali, the Universal Mother) find it hard to believe because forget about a 16 year old now, writing spiritual treatises, he wouldn't even be sure that God existed in the first place. It was possible for the great Advaitin (monist) either because he was an avatar (divine incarnation) born solely to aid in the salvation of his fellow beings, out of infinite compassion for them or it was a result of the vast knowledge gained in his previous lives doing tapasya (penance, deep meditation) on the Brahman (Absolute Universal Soul, of the nature of Satchidananda : Sat - existence absolute, Chit - knowledge absolute, Ananda - bliss absolute).

An humble attempt dwelling into the karmic cycle of man and the way out of it. I call it - A saffronist's song.


Man is born a slave,
led by the deeds of his past engrave.
He leads a hapless life chasing a personal goal,
blissfully ignorant of what lies ahead, a bottomless hole.

He makes his mark from the infant stage,
from whereon begins his life in a cage.
He demands everything in this material world,
unheard of the adage: Everything that glitters is not gold!

He then passes on to the juvenile stage,
where fun and frolic alone engage his mind.
The world is but a playground to him,
where everything is served, topped with cream.

Time drags him on to the adolescent plane,
suddenly the world to him, appears insane.
Here the seeds of confusion are sown,
unravelling the mysteries of the unknown.

Mature does he eventually become,
as adulthood forces him to succumb.
Unchangeable are the rules of nature,
which man deluded, tries to alter.

Old age enlightens his mind like a sage,
the history of man concludes with this page.
His own body becomes a burden to him,
as he seeks support from his kith and kin.

Death beckons, as life grinds by,
inevitable despite any prayer or cry.
Freed is the soul from the body that binds,
infinite in nature, unbound by any clamps.

The soul is but omnipotent and pure,
covered by a veil of the mind, so impure.
He, who has sunk deep in the sea of desire,
can never free the soul of this dark attire.

Give up, give up O' man of lust, greed and gold,
sacrifice the puny self identity you have mould.
Realise that you and me and him are but one,
that the soul is one and differences none.

Happiness and sorrow are like ebb and tide,
one follows the other, that one must confide.
Free yourself from the bondage of these chains,
to realise thy true nature, devoid of pains.

Work, work O' man to uplift mankind,
selfless you must be, service in your mind.
Do not be idle, enact your role,
show every man, he's made of the infinite Soul.

Mindscape

Ever wondered where all our thoughts arise. Yes, you got it ! The mind. Its strange sometimes how our mind can take us for a ride into uncharted territories and leave us there all alone. The experience can be sometimes pleasant and at other times your worst nightmare taking shape! Here's an attempt to break the code....




The mind is so transient,
denying to be patient.
It wants to wander,
to the very limits of conception and yonder.

It is a ticket less time machine,
a journey into the past, present and future serene.
Everything does it try to capture,
putting the state of calm in rapture.

Thoughts that speed at the rate of knots,
enabling one to call the shots .
Numerous are the moods at display,
bringing people closer or keeping them at bay.

Deep in the trenches of the mind,
are rooted experiences of mankind.
Fatal minefields and hidden traps,
think before you leap in this maze without maps.

When the mind is steady and things are stable,
even the impossible looks very possible.
But when it sinks to its lowest ebb,
inevitably you are caught in a gripping web.

Let thoughts flow in a single channel,
to see tasks accomplished without a hassle.
Walls to face and hurdles to cross,
a rolling stone gathers no moss.

Unexplored depths make the mind; a mystery,
allow it to drift and you are history.
Controlling the mind is a great virtue,
to meet thy destiny in a dejavu.

N@w to Blogging

As my first blog, I did like to post a poem written during one of those inspired moments that come and go in every person's life. Those moments have to be treasured. I feel penning them down is one of the most effective ways of recalling them at times when you are feeling a bit low or let down. Strangely, when I sit down to write, the pen refuses to travel to storyland. Instead it takes a detour to the magical land of poetry. So my first sojourn is in the realm of love. Wish me beginners' luck.


I call it, 'In the twilight of love'. Here it goes....



Everyday at night, when my eyes I close,
blooming out of wilderness is a face, as beautiful as a rose.
The harder I try to capture her image,
my mind gets perplexed by this mystic mirage.

Tender is her touch that I yearn to feel,
skin as smooth as an apple's peel.
Eyes so dark that could pierce the brightest light,
her one gaze intoxicates me all night.

Her hairs are like strands of gold,
drooping down her shoulders without a single fold.
Lips as red as the crimson sun,
the warmth of her words make my heart burn.

When the first rays of the sun awaken me,
thy picture in my mind, I search for thee.
Hoping against hope to find you in a land so large,
faith in my heart, that you will upsurge.

Destiny may deny us a chance to meet,
but my search for you will be a relentless feat.
Separated by time and distance we may be,
united is our soul, that the eternal one can see.