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The ambience around me changes, so does my response
They whom I trust changes, so do they whom I disbelieve
The friends of today change, so do the foes of yesterday
Yet I seek that which changes not
The intensity of struggle to live changes, so does my zeal to live
The moments of happiness change, so do the states of gloom
That which pains me changes, so does that which enthuses me
That which awes me changes, so does that which repulses me
Yet I long for that which changes not
My certainty of the true changes, so does my incertitude of the false
My possessions change, so does what I desire
My moments of hope change, so does the times of despair
Yet I strive to seek that which changes not
My perceptions change, so do my conceptions
My intentions change, so do the motivations
My understanding changes, so does my worldview
My beliefs change, so does what defines me
Yet I crave that which changes not
That which changes not is the mind rooted in equanimity
Observing dispassionately all that which changes
Of the mind we say, stands without props
So does the body claim and the same
for the spirit, the Aatmaa.
The multitudes of the transitory states
Beneath all stays the same.
What power do the stream of thoughts hold
That it shakes us deep within, fissures it creates
Whilst there are none, duality it seeks
Leading astray from the hard-earned equanimity,
Oh! the irony, it itself persevered to attain.
Of what use is thinking when its
only intention is to instigate duality
For the tranquility is not a minute’s work
But the work of a dexterous craftsman
Who toils and toils for just a fresh breath.
Of what differences do we talk
When the same Sameness permeates all
The mind plots and it does it so well
Differences it desires whilst there exists none
For everything is merged in Shiva.
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– Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the Purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
I have sought refuge in you every moment
When the perception of life and living thrives in me
I have put in you my “self” every instant
Till the feeling of consciousness resides in me
I have defended you every second
When marauders of the world tried to ravage you
I have lifted you to the highest pedestal every minute
Whenever a clash between hope and doubt ensued
I pieced together every bit of you into a formidable force
Whenever they crushed you down to a pile of pieces
I kept you above every other doubt that sprung up
When they spread slanders about you
(to be continued)
It’s better to strive to seek the Absolute
Than to fancy the gifts of afterlife
It’s better to meditate on the virtues of rationality
Than being devoured by the monsters of irrationality
It’s better to live in the dreams of tomorrow
Than be surrounded by them who won’t let us dream
It’s better to bask in the fantasy of tomorrow
Than living in the reality of today
It’s better to realize after all we are fallible
Than setting about proving the otherwise
It’s better to create a revolution within
Than seeking to transform the without
Never seek those pearls
They always remained unclaimed
Many trod upon them but
None cared to take cognizance of
Those pearls; the gems of love
Of truth, of nobleness.
So queer it’s; qualities don’t qualify
To be regarded, to be adopted.
And those pearls beholding the Divine
Lay downtrodden.
Never behold those pearls
B’coz they would make humans humane;
The brightness emanating would
Eradicate all their abnormalities
Their perverted world, where
Sins are cultivated in gardens, where
Destruction is pleasurable but
Bonding, a forbidden act.
Where in the world of hypocrisy, genuineness wins.
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That appearances can be deceptive,
Just as dark clouds do not guarantee rain.
That smiling faces conceal lots of anguish within,
Just as sparkling diamonds are just carbon within.
That pain is the synonym of pleasure,
Just as peace and war are synonyms in the contemporary world.
That advancement of technology simply means more killing
Just as security clears the path for more insecurity.
That sadness and happiness are
Just as internodes and nodes of a cane.
That clouds rain and eyes shed tears
Just to alleviate their afflictive burden.
That the conscience of a noble and an ignoble man is the same,
Just they pay heed to it differently.
That the leaders of today are merely pleaders
Just because people are becoming less gullible.
That to live requires diplomacy
Not just simplicity and probity.
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Hi readers, I am working on this particular theme. I shall post it soon.
Hi friends, I am back with this particular novel theme of mine. Chums, I would like to shed a beam of similarity on these two apparently differing guys : pain and pleasure. I firmly believe in the reality of the inseparable and closely-knitted association between the contrasting duo. See friends, let me elaborate on this with a simple example to prove my stand. Visualise yourself at an amusement park (in Indian scenario), you do naturally fall for a camel or a horse ride, don’t you? We are filled with exhilaration during the ride while the camel is subjected to an excruciating experience. This event compels me to ask you to cite me an instance where moments of pain and pleasure donot coexist concurrently. The most conspicuous thing is – “In pain, we seek pleasure and in pleasure, we seek pain”. It is a truth none can deny.
The fact which poses to be gigantically inscrutable to me is the infallible propensity of human beings to be sadistic; which is more of a innate virtue than a propensity as I previously stated. They take pleasure in inflicting pain. They hurt others, they kill others, they oppress others and whatever not. Those devilish virtues – how could they become humans??
I am still working on it, friends.
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