The poet in me lives,
waiting to get inspired,
a spark for which it strives,
a spark waiting to get fired!
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
On The Da Vinci Code
The Da Vinci I read and knew Langdon’s deed
Encrypting and decoding reality; Brown’s a genius indeed!
The Rose line I walked on and fathomed Neveu’s alacrity,
Cherishing Sauniere’s intelligence along with Fache’s tenacity!
Encrypting and decoding reality; Brown’s a genius indeed!
The Rose line I walked on and fathomed Neveu’s alacrity,
Cherishing Sauniere’s intelligence along with Fache’s tenacity!
Saturday, July 16, 2005
Mind Speak
Getting nostalgic over the years,
For the achievements obtained in the past,
Struggling over the impediments & fears,
To meet life's challenges in a future so vast!
I never knew who I am or who I was,
I was only a speck, in this God's cause,
Now it does not matter; I have begun to explore,
The true nature of my work; that I knew not before
I have begun again where I had left,
Trying to bridge across, this apparent cleft,
Dying to uncover the secrets of my soul,
Shall bring me closer to God, making me whole!
For the achievements obtained in the past,
Struggling over the impediments & fears,
To meet life's challenges in a future so vast!
I never knew who I am or who I was,
I was only a speck, in this God's cause,
Now it does not matter; I have begun to explore,
The true nature of my work; that I knew not before
I have begun again where I had left,
Trying to bridge across, this apparent cleft,
Dying to uncover the secrets of my soul,
Shall bring me closer to God, making me whole!
Mystic Memories
How shall I inherit, the knowledge in my genes?
Understanding its nature; the power that it gleans.
Helping me further; getting over this quest,
Courage, brain and me; all are put to test
The journey I trace in an enquiry to reveal,
Mystic codes to live; presenting directions to unveil.
A need has grown in a cause so weird,
An enquiry to answer, from memories so smeared.
Memories are inconspicuous, they all seem nebulous,
But memories are treasured; let’s get out of this fuss.
What we have lived; is from where we derive,
Solutions to enquiries; to bliss – now I arrive
Memories are distant; now they are prominent,
They finally are clear now; I feel so exultant.
So joyous I feel, that the memories are identified,
The quest to my genes has left me gratified.
Understanding its nature; the power that it gleans.
Helping me further; getting over this quest,
Courage, brain and me; all are put to test
The journey I trace in an enquiry to reveal,
Mystic codes to live; presenting directions to unveil.
A need has grown in a cause so weird,
An enquiry to answer, from memories so smeared.
Memories are inconspicuous, they all seem nebulous,
But memories are treasured; let’s get out of this fuss.
What we have lived; is from where we derive,
Solutions to enquiries; to bliss – now I arrive
Memories are distant; now they are prominent,
They finally are clear now; I feel so exultant.
So joyous I feel, that the memories are identified,
The quest to my genes has left me gratified.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Pondering with nature!
Nature has its beauty, which I cannot fathom,
Dancing around gracefully, in its cosmic rhythm.
Understand the nature, realize its serenity,
Life is still larger, filled with vivacity.
Life goes on, as it never ends,
This is the truth, the nature portends.
Nature is mysterious; Nature has its rage,
Creating and destroying; breaking the karmic cage
Nature has its power, which it manifests,
To test our fortitude, it puts up tests.
How shall I, a little human, demystify?
Nature’s eternal beatitude, need I testify?
Nature is subtle; Nature has its grace,
Gently evolving us – the human race.
Divine I felt coz divine I was,
When I saw angel holding the Holy Cross!
I implored the angel, “Show me the way!”
“Look inside you”, said Angel happy and gay.
“What is Darkness, it only feigns,
Perceive the light, for it truly reigns.”
“Oh! What matter, the emptiness contains?”
“Life is omnipresent.” the angel maintains.
“Oh Lord! How shall I learn?”
“Learning is a myth, now learn to unlearn.”
“Learning to die and dying to learn,
Die to escape; to learn, let your fingers burn.”
“Learning to die or am I dying to learn?”
“Are you still perplexed?” asked angel with concern
“Should I just relax or should I meditate?”
“The answer is within you, just let it precipitate.”
“Its really helpful, the job that you do.”
“Thanks”, said angel, “there’s still so much to do.”
“You need to be happy; together you should stay,
Pray you should; growth is God will pay.”
Dancing around gracefully, in its cosmic rhythm.
Understand the nature, realize its serenity,
Life is still larger, filled with vivacity.
Life goes on, as it never ends,
This is the truth, the nature portends.
Nature is mysterious; Nature has its rage,
Creating and destroying; breaking the karmic cage
Nature has its power, which it manifests,
To test our fortitude, it puts up tests.
How shall I, a little human, demystify?
Nature’s eternal beatitude, need I testify?
Nature is subtle; Nature has its grace,
Gently evolving us – the human race.
Divine I felt coz divine I was,
When I saw angel holding the Holy Cross!
I implored the angel, “Show me the way!”
“Look inside you”, said Angel happy and gay.
“What is Darkness, it only feigns,
Perceive the light, for it truly reigns.”
“Oh! What matter, the emptiness contains?”
“Life is omnipresent.” the angel maintains.
“Oh Lord! How shall I learn?”
“Learning is a myth, now learn to unlearn.”
“Learning to die and dying to learn,
Die to escape; to learn, let your fingers burn.”
“Learning to die or am I dying to learn?”
“Are you still perplexed?” asked angel with concern
“Should I just relax or should I meditate?”
“The answer is within you, just let it precipitate.”
“Its really helpful, the job that you do.”
“Thanks”, said angel, “there’s still so much to do.”
“You need to be happy; together you should stay,
Pray you should; growth is God will pay.”
The Discovery
How should I comprehend, the oblivion I am in?
The unfathomable mind; the limitless void within.
The restless mind; trying to settle,
Trying to assuage; finding its true mettle.
The higher you go its vastness you encounter,
An untapped iota; an intangible splinter.
Forever it takes, the journey inward,
Elevating your mind, pushing you forward.
The clearer you become, the faster you transcend,
This material world; spiritually you ascend.
The unfathomable mind; the limitless void within.
The restless mind; trying to settle,
Trying to assuage; finding its true mettle.
The higher you go its vastness you encounter,
An untapped iota; an intangible splinter.
Forever it takes, the journey inward,
Elevating your mind, pushing you forward.
The clearer you become, the faster you transcend,
This material world; spiritually you ascend.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
As BIG as it gets!
While travelling in bus in Pune, I encountered a very old man standing in front of me. I could feel his breath. Yes, we were that close!
His expressions, his aged body and his innocent eyes compelled me to remember him. Thus, I began a search that would make him immortal in my memory. I tried to observe some unique feature, some strange expressions, some sense in his attire, something that would make him eternal in my memory!
Then, somehow, I noticed that element. It was His glasses. Something was remarkably strange about them. “It was their size”, I observed. I could see my entire face in it. They were so humungous! Those glasses covered 75% of his wrinkled face. The wrinkled face that had seen many monsoons pass by. The legs, so used to travelling and boarding buses, his hands so thin but still strong enough to hold him in his position, yet he overlooked the pain that they were suffering from.
His struggle, so evident in his whitish grey hair, in his every effort; the struggle from now and then, here and there, near and far! The struggle that had made him proud of what he was.
Behind his old and big glasses, were trained eyes, old enough, to foretell the arrival of a stop even without looking at the earlier one!
The noticeable blood vessels on his neck that had narrated to countless people they had spoken to, commanded, pleaded over, the blessings that they had given and had screamed with joy!
His respect was growing continually in my mind!
He was someone who was possessed. Possessed by his own self. Possessed by the indomitable spirit that had carved him into existence.
This was as BIG as it could have got. Life was there in front of me. Screaming with delight, screaming with hope!
His description transcended all known words. It was something that clearly explained the purpose of life, which was Life itself!
It was to reach somewhere. Somewhere beyond purpose, somewhere beyond sky, where HE lies! “I want to reach till Him,” he said. “Because there lies the genesis of all purposes and meaning of every ones’ life!”
But to understand that, you are sent to earth.I was already getting overwhelmed by this experience.
Life was telling me to live! And How? It was through someone like this old man. He had taught me to live. He is an eternal, by all means, even before I wanted to categorize him.
Death is only a beginning, it is rightly said. There are people who die every moment thinking about death and there are those who believe that there’s something more to life than death!
“It just keeps getting better and better!,” I admired and admitted.
His expressions, his aged body and his innocent eyes compelled me to remember him. Thus, I began a search that would make him immortal in my memory. I tried to observe some unique feature, some strange expressions, some sense in his attire, something that would make him eternal in my memory!
Then, somehow, I noticed that element. It was His glasses. Something was remarkably strange about them. “It was their size”, I observed. I could see my entire face in it. They were so humungous! Those glasses covered 75% of his wrinkled face. The wrinkled face that had seen many monsoons pass by. The legs, so used to travelling and boarding buses, his hands so thin but still strong enough to hold him in his position, yet he overlooked the pain that they were suffering from.
His struggle, so evident in his whitish grey hair, in his every effort; the struggle from now and then, here and there, near and far! The struggle that had made him proud of what he was.
Behind his old and big glasses, were trained eyes, old enough, to foretell the arrival of a stop even without looking at the earlier one!
The noticeable blood vessels on his neck that had narrated to countless people they had spoken to, commanded, pleaded over, the blessings that they had given and had screamed with joy!
His respect was growing continually in my mind!
He was someone who was possessed. Possessed by his own self. Possessed by the indomitable spirit that had carved him into existence.
This was as BIG as it could have got. Life was there in front of me. Screaming with delight, screaming with hope!
His description transcended all known words. It was something that clearly explained the purpose of life, which was Life itself!
It was to reach somewhere. Somewhere beyond purpose, somewhere beyond sky, where HE lies! “I want to reach till Him,” he said. “Because there lies the genesis of all purposes and meaning of every ones’ life!”
But to understand that, you are sent to earth.I was already getting overwhelmed by this experience.
Life was telling me to live! And How? It was through someone like this old man. He had taught me to live. He is an eternal, by all means, even before I wanted to categorize him.
Death is only a beginning, it is rightly said. There are people who die every moment thinking about death and there are those who believe that there’s something more to life than death!
“It just keeps getting better and better!,” I admired and admitted.
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