Tuesday, December 31, 2013

KARMA















On forlorn shores I stood staring
Remembering the memories of bygone days
The bewildering gaze,
The triumphant ways…

Where have they escaped to?
I wonder, sometimes…
In fact, a lot of times!
These years have rolled on seamlessly

Times you looked at the sky, times you stared at the fruits
Times when every little leaf was a delight for your eyes
Picking up unimportant strands of strangest things from the road,
A reason to walk with a song on toward!

Now the stranger lurks beneath the garb
Watchful of every…His and hisses
Looking at life with distaste
He casts a shadow along the pathway of waste.

The bewilderment is still at large
It paints a picture loud, but stark
With arrows that pierce the heart
The simple humming of a sky Lark

Notwithstanding these are shadow talks
Little they add to enjoy the walks…
And, somewhere a voice still balks
Of stares filled with raging mocks

Coiled up in the cocooned shell
A crab falls and then gets up well
His only continuous moves
Are to be ahead of his grooves

With claws intact, it swirled the pave
A thin crust of bread it craved
Alas, the bread was stolen straight
By the mighty Eagle out to slay

The Eagle missed the crab by choice
It sought for something in turquoise
The bread crumb was covered in it
The residues of Potassium Permaganit

It gobbled it in one single gulp
Straight through its piped pulp
The potent mix took its turn
The Eagle had the pain borne

Dropped dead from far above
Straight to the crab’s love
He thought the treat will be good
Every nibble will be best understood

And nature played its game quite well
That shouldn't surprise, nature’s known to swell
With mighty leaps and subtle moves
Time travels in caressed grooves

Karma – She’s a double edged sword
Never will she let anyone be forgot
Her reach reaches in to realms unknown
The cosmos churns from her ethereal curls. 

Saturday, December 14, 2013

A goalless life





















Some of them may shudder at its very mention
Some others may cringe but apathetically agree
Some may blatantly follow it, without any thought given
And, then few will seek this very blissful heaven

They say a life has to have goals,
Oh! Yeah, did you have one when you entered it?
Did you have one when you breathed in it?
Did you have one when you cursed in it?
And, now you need to have one, because you want to belong in it?

Shame on you, you blatant wannabe…
You ignorant prick of the crappiest order
You twist and turn words as it may suit you
You rely on manipulation more than yourself

Your corporate demeanor is all but a farce…
Dropped at the first sign of threat,
Your innuendos are bigoted ideas
Slouching from beyond your graves
You kick-start the day with a curse in your heart…
And expect the day to all but be scarred
Every time you stoop low to disgust
But still believe in the emotion called trust!

I pity you and your little goals
Which you think you stole from nature’s soul
Your ignorant life is nothing but a rant…
With insipid moments filled with disgusting wants.

The goal you set has set one for you…
Before you meet her, the prison will free few
And once you have reached her…
She will turn you back to stare…

Into the anvils of nothing-dom. 

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Random Musings


















When did the nearer one desert you?
Of when you were clambering down the road
Too psyched to know the reality of the real
Too funked to see the future of feel

Effervescence in the air
A benign serendipity…
When did the world stoop at your feet?
Did you spoon out the only source of heat?

A chance meeting of karmic love
A sequenced out paradigm puff
A method actor convoluting over sophomoric rituals
The only realization - A masked violinist

Below the sea of doubt
Lies the enigma of bout
Shining pixels from the stars
Running scared, kids on the stairs

The unison of ‘nothing’ with ‘ness’
Breathing fire is the mighty ‘Loch’ ‘ness’
Drinking valour from the cup of brute
Inside the insomniacs comforting suite!

The animal caged to the cage of age
Smoldering through narrow arrows of rage
A seeker, Ordinary in thought
Arrogant only in what he brought

Packs of the finest hallucinogenic ‘Cream’
Joints seasoned through years of craft
Lost in the small big world of memories
Spending days on musings…

But, he trudged to find the seer beings! Oh…   

Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Great Aghori






















Oh! Seer of sharpened intellect…
Accept this humble Worldly Bow! 
Through years of deepened perseverance
Oh! Great possessor of ethereal beings
Your manifestation is beyond the seeming living

You swim in the realms of the ephemeral
Through the paths followed by persevering few
You command the ego to your behest
The Great Kundalini encompassed abreast

Years of perilous turmoil…You lived through
Destroying the demons who lived through you
Conquering realms beyond the realms
Oh great Shiva bhakht, you know your self.

In thoughts you left your undying words
In moments you created fascinating worlds
Your Dhuni breathes its tales of unconditional bliss
Your children sheltered comfortably beneath its cove

Truly, your mentors were teachers of gold
Never letting their wisdom grow old
And, whence you scorched the earth for her
She lay comfortably in your store…

The mysterious bondage of Karmic debt
You bore knowing the dreadful net
So willing, so loving, you lived the poem of Aghora
The immensity of which is ever Suhana

Oh! Master, Guru and Friendly dove
Your story is right above
Oh! Simple worshiper of love.

Accept this humble Worldly Bow! 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Idea - How original is it?




So many debates have taken place discussing on the very concept of idea and how original it is.


Technically speaking, you as being a human on this planet, it is impossible to come up with an idea which can be called original, as whatever you think are limited to your human experiences and hence your thought as unique as it might be would have already been thought or will be thought by someone else for surely. So an idea becomes really an offshoot of an idea of an idea of an idea.

So then is it really possible for an idea to originate which can be unique – Yes. The answer is simple, if an extra-terrestrial/ alien (Not to be confused with ET) with an intelligence level which is at par or exceeding humans, visits us and thinks of an idea…Then that can be technically called as being original. 

Monday, April 15, 2013

The Secret





With baited breadth I waited,
Clasping a fist under the cloak
Here and there were warnings coated…
In a whimsical voice of a hardened joke

What is the price of lasting consciousness?
Is it Myrrh or a jukebox from the eighties?
So often it is a mirage of frivolous thoughts
Bound together by rhythmic bouts

Beaten and blown by the wind,
Never really gave it a fleeting wish
Unbecoming with legitimate sources
Stroked by figurative curses

Legions have fought for energies
Laid down scores of melodies
In an attempt to fool the petty conformities
Pity, they didn’t know about soliloquy.

Created to destroy,
Alas, only the emancipation of joy
A profound figurine pouting lust,
In the arms of Earth’s crust!

These days cry for mercy
Not to be excused, but to be bleached
In an ocean of metaphysical blasphemy
 Thou shan’t, undo the power lying within the journey…!