Another Republic Day gone by...

Sixty one years have gone by since India as an independent republic chartered its own Constitution. Yet, what have we got to show for ourselves, besides the endless political tirades and the tyranny of a corrupt regime pretending to be an honourable system pertaining to the need of the masses.

Over the years, so many people including myself have become tired of the circus parade held on this very day, simply because so many crucial issues lie unnoticed and hidden to the public eye, and so the Government’s efforts to sideline these by putting up a massive show to entertain one of the largest democracies in the world is nothing short of an insult to the people’s intelligence. One of the things I abhor the most is the blatant display of the nation’s defence prowess in the various parades held, which clearly show us in detail of the level of expenditure involved in maintaining the several wings. This expenditure is needed more for improving the social wellbeing of India’s children, not in a capitalistic or business oriented manner, but in helping at the grass-root level and bringing ourselves to a stage of self-reliance; definitely, buying more guns and developing bombs and shells is not the approach to building a stable society.

Why is it that we choose to ignore the glorious past of India, for if we were aware of her phenomenal history we would understand that the civilizations that bred and evolved here had a strong basis of peace and harmony, simply through tolerance and acceptance. For thousands of years we persevered against the continual attacks from outside, from various battle hungry empires that chose to plunder us and plague us with their inane ideas, but did we ever give up surviving? Never have we gone on the offensive and attacked another for the sake of profits. Yes, we did fight when the attacks got severe, but never ever did we have an organized approach to defend ourselves, simply for the fact that we knew that in the end peace would prevail no matter what. We gave into the ideas and attributes of others, we included their beliefs and embraced their theologies as our own, but we never stooped so low as to delineate our children on the basis of geography or elitism. Regardless of the differences, we considered ourselves and our ‘guests’ to be one in spirit, and this is the attitude that got us so far. We never showed off, we never proclaimed superiority and we never ever considered ourselves different from anybody or any place on earth, because of which the children of the Indus Valley always pioneered in every aspect of the pure life; we were trailblazers in social living, ploughing ahead in any adversity and laying the road for others to follow. All this without even the slightest shadow of egotism. Why are we then so far removed from our original attributes today?

Firstly, because we are still slaves and we might remain that way forever. We are maybe under the illusion that the Empire was driven off in ’47 and that we are free in our own land, but this so far from the truth. When the West left us, they carefully engineered a system which they had skilfully developed over the centuries of Industrial Revolution and the Age of Reason, a system so deviant in thought and application to corrupt every pure human being into thinking that his or her purpose in life is nothing more fundamental than base enjoyment. The system which abrogates the motto of Indian living which is ‘Existence through High Thinking and Plain Living’ and replaces all our social theories and evolutionary paradigms with the darkest designs of materialism. The system that I refer to is the capitalistic regime that we are all slaves of today.

Capitalism is the new Empire. That which has taken over from the Queen’s rule and has silently been guiding India and her children into the worst nightmare that humanity has faced in its evolutionary journey. Competition, an artificial sense of security and paranoia of being deceived are all derivatives of capitalism, and we are foolish enough to preach and educate the same to our children in the system of education that exists today. According to Maslow, human beings evolve through levels of needs, the basic being our pychophysical needs like food, water, clothing and shelter to higher levels like security, belongingness, esteem and the highest level being self-actualization where a human being tries to understand who he or she really is and what is their true potential. What capitalism does is fix our attention on esteem-based needs and here we are living in a social setup of show and tell. Neighbours’ envy, owners pride, live life kingsize, just do it and for everything else there is mastercard, these are the commandments that kids grow up listening to today. No wonder then that we have to spend ridiculous amounts on protecting our ridiculous way of life. This is definitely not what the children of Indus Valley had in mind, for their inscribed and inherited knowledge is much more profound and advanced than the shit that we learn today. As the Zeitgeist Movement puts it, THE SHIT HAS GOT TO GO!!!

Secondly, because no matter what we do, we have to face these issues. This is our evolutionary journey, to deal with the issues that Nature throws along our way and see if we can pick our way through the maze. We have enough evidence corroborating the fact that Nature and human consciousness is interconnected at all levels of the gross, subtle and causal reality. We create the world as we know it, and so the problems that confront us are not external entities, but reflections of our mental maladies. The world is facing a grave identity crisis, for no one really knows today who they are and why they were born into such a phenomenal reality. As children, we are asked not to question but to accept the fate of the world as it is. This is probably the worst advice ever given and if we do not change our perspective, we may end up as fossils of an extinct species like the dinosaurs. True awareness of our mistakes, our limitations and our negativities are what is needed to correct the deviation from our original path, and kids need to be told about all of this. There is no hiding from them, for sooner or later the more inquisitive ones will come to realize what we have done, and so it is our responsibility to increase awareness and also our potential to become what we are truly meant to be.

This 26th is not a Republic Day or a day when rules were formulated; today is a day of awareness that we are not silly people who once fought for freedom, we are not Kashmiris or Keralites or Indians or Non-Indians, we are not rich, or poor, the down-trodden, urban-rural-metro-cosmo dwellers, the gold-diggers and shit-pickers, the elite, literate, upper-caste or scheduled tribes, south, north, east or west; we are human beings, just like the rest of them on this planet, we are alive and that too for a reason, we have certain innate talents and powers, skills and knowledge not to make a better world, but to better ourselves. Nature is perfect as she is, and she will provide plentiful to the one who cares for her, loves one another and propagates the warmth of life everywhere and in everything. Love is the currency that we seek, not money; love is abundant and there is more than enough for everyone, but only if we give up our bloodthirstiness and profit mongering, our capitalistic strategies and our ideas of war.

The 26th of January 2011 is not different from any other day, and so let us make everyday worthwhile in our transient lives. We don’t need parades and political tirades, what we need are unity in love, in any place and among any people regardless of what differences or diversities may exist. It is these differences which make the canvas of our world brilliant, and the painting that we paint every day, a masterpiece!

Hopelessly in Thought

“What have we learned when we were told that instinctively draws them irresistible, such as the extravagant idea that they can dominate without realizing it, and whatever they do to get rid of it, that their thoughts come and go, mingle, mingle with uncontrollable rapidity, they see objects, hear noises, voices that exist, as is commonly said that in their imagination? ... We do not see, of course, that area of things we cannot penetrate further, probing the causes, the sequence of mental abnormalities which we speak. Is not none of the acts of the intellect, affections, especially as the sensations it is impossible to know and judge other than yourself? To get an idea of any pain, it must have felt, to know how crazy nonsense, there must be nonsense yourself, but be unreasonable without losing consciousness of our delirium, without stopping to judge the changes occurred in our mental faculties.”

- By Jacques-Joseph Moreau (de Tours)

In Hashish and Mental Alienation, 1845

To experience, is the essence of all life! To experience the vagaries and variances, the divinities and depths of utter realization, and be lost in the sea of life, where we drink in the strong and hard of possibilities, all the while drowning slower and slower as the waves of time rush by. To experience, is to transcend existence into non-existence.

We live through each day knowing fully that it is but a pattern we follow, and yet we believe in a reason for this fallacy, that this is meant to be. To live as though nothing matters and to live with the conviction that everything does, comprehending the significance of every small detail, are two entirely different experiences. One need not be a prerequisite to the other, even though the intricacies of their interactions are far subtler than what meets the general eye. Why must one think of either when wallowing in the mud of existence, all that keeps the simple mind occupied is the primal urge to be satisfied? In various ways and forms, through the infinite network of means and ends we live a very determinate life, forever entangled in the links of cause and effect. To live in such fashion without ever taking a look at the finer mechanisms of thought bringing forth existence and how the world continuously regenerates thought is akin to the meaningless drudgery of slaves. ‘Why’ and ‘what for’ are a luxury of questions never meant for slaves!

To deny the right to question, to evict from ourselves the finer aspects of being a human, such as the study of designs and patterns without ever conceding to the idea of coincidence, and bringing thought to the level of transparent contemplation of itself to reveal its nothingness, without these explorations life is nothing but a swamp of incoherent happenings, where every struggle to escape results in deeper entrenchment. As we are immersed in thought from waking moment to moment, we do not understand how it is from thought that our world is framed and being born into this ignorance is not a justification for continuing in the same pattern. Evolution is not just a betterment of our physical attributes according to the strength of the surrounding environment, but more importantly an awakening of our psychophysical capabilities and thereby adapting to our own changing thought process, understanding its mechanism and ultimately controlling its sycophancies.

Where has this inherent capacity to question disappeared in the neo-human? Questioning does exist in our social system, but in an imposed, standardized and bastardized format that serves no purpose other than to exhort the enquirer to conform to these social phenomena, subjugating free will and freedom of thought to the so called higher pathways of society building and maintenance of harmony. The irony is that all the reasons for structuring the complex interactions of our species into a well-defined mechanism of social progress have devolved into excuses and silly justifications for the widespread disharmony and degeneration we see around us in the world today. What this means is that we must rethink our objectives for all the social experiments, review our current position with respect to the various attitudes we incorporate into our daily lives and eventually have the guts to accept where we went wrong, instead of putting in stop-gap measures to hide the consequences of our early mistakes and continuing with this destructive agenda formulated by our forefathers day after day, year after year and generation after generation.

To think, defines our very essence of being human and is the foundation of what we have made and where we have reached so far. Thought as an entity, is the single most revolutionary device that isolates us as the highest evolved system in the universe today, until such counter-evidence can be brought to light proving the existence of another system anywhere else. It pains me then, to see so many of my own species going through life as an automated system does, programmed with so many ideas and methodologies to deal with issues; these issues being created by the very social machine that programmed them in the first place. Because of this tyrannical process of programming, these auto-beings living and struggling in my world have forsaken the power of thought and cognitive analysis, crudely replaced with following dictums and demented social ideologies simply for the pursuit of base pleasures and for the avoidance of silly illusory pains. Do they deserve to be called human beings, I do not know; it is not in my infinite wisdom gained through lifetimes of experience and error to classify and judge another. All I can reveal is that if humanity does not reassign its priorities as soon as possible, we are all headed towards a major catastrophe in terms of our journey of evolution and there is no saying what the consequences of our actions would be, for at that point of time no stop-gap measures would exist to save us from our follies.

My meanderings in thought would seem inconsequential to most of my fellow human beings, and to many these may reflect the insanity of a mind unoccupied by what they deem is important to daily life survival; nevertheless, I agree this is insanity, but it is the insanity of an evolving mind which has torn itself away from the mechanisms of social compulsions and which is trying to see the bigger picture. This mind may not function as per the whims and fancies of the society and will not obey the rules and constructs governing its workings, but because it is removed from this stage, it observes unbiased and understands where the errors lie. By placing thought at the summit of our personal endeavours towards sustaining linearity in our path of evolution and by revoking all attempts of society to condition us and program our activities and thereby branching away from our sole purpose which is to become the epitome of intelligent design, we can address our current issues in a succinct manner and become who we really are. I must reinforce this idea again and again; that what we are today is not the real entity that lies hidden within us but only a pale shadow of the glorious self that we shall eventually become. This is the gist of our evolutionary framework, and all our efforts lie in the realm of thought and mental expansion, which is the next stage of progress and metamorphosis.

We have already passed the stage of animal evolution, of physical fitness and adaptation to natural challenges and checkpoints, of redefining our environment to better assist in the succeeding stages of innovation of thought and intelligence. We are almost at the brink of completing the social evolution stage, where civilization and systems of interaction have been perfected to such a degree that the world seems a lot smaller and lot more connected than what it was a thousand years ago, all of which happened in the last hundred or so years. But somewhere along the way we dissipated our efforts into many ineffective strategies that a paradox exists – technologically and scientifically we are way ahead of our times, but in social principle we are degenerates, never assuming responsibility for the development of our social mechanisms and worsening the situation by reacting to the issues in a haphazard fashion. Either we pull the plug now and discover alternative methods of adaptation, or it is clear that the point of no return will present us with a situation where all existing systems will crash and a new framework will emerge. But the latter will come at a cost, so hard to bear but bear we shall for we have no choice when it comes to evolution; as Darwin so beautifully put it, ‘only the fittest shall survive.’

So to summarize, we live a life which is a continuity of experiences, from birth to death, nothing more and nothing less. It is these experiences which guide us from lower to higher stages of our own evolution, and to forget this is tantamount to forgetting ourselves. Which in theory, and almost in all practical applications of society is what we end up doing; forgetting who we are, why we are and the significance of this journey called life. Simply because the family we were born into, the people we interact with to build the various networks and the systems that keep our daily processes going, all of them keep us from realizing these simple truths. Why? Because for their survival, we must forget all about ours – this is the way of our world! And in order to keep us from realizing this, prolific systems are in place to engage our thought, our most powerful evolutionary tool in mundane trivialities of daily living. Is it possible for us to be aware of this deceit and escape the trap we were born into? Maybe, and then again maybe not – only time can tell!

In conclusion, it is only fitting to quote Nietzsche, one of our foremost thinkers who was way ahead of his time, and who was persecuted by the very society he tried to redefine: The only seeing we have is seeing from a perspective; the only knowledge we have is knowledge from a perspective. The more emotional affects we allow to be expressed in words concerning something, the more eyes, different eyes, we know how to train on the same thing, the more complete our "idea" of this thing, our "objectivity," will be. But to eliminate the will in general, to suspend all our emotions without exception—even if we were capable of that—what would that be? Wouldn't we call that castrating the intellect?

Hopelessly in thought, this is how I would define my transient life!

If Only For A Moment...

Why do you cry, my Love?

He sat there cross-legged and facing Her, realizing by the passing moment how drunk on life She was. The music played and the night danced on, eagerly awaiting the conversations that were to follow. The beat carried their thoughts to some point far far away from time, a mystical point which stands beyond the pleasures and the pain that remains subsided in the surrounding world.

Why do you cry? - He asked, wholly knowing why though. For He has seen the pain before.

She glanced at him, an askew smile hinting at a return from her island of sorrow - What reasons could there be, besides the ones that haunt us all? I wish though, really wish I knew why I cry.. He kept staring at Her, softly, out of pity and piety. The tears rolled down without refrain, but all He could do was stare.

She spoke then, about the only thing that was alive at that moment. Between death and darkness lies a lifetime of missed chances and myriad experiences, but all that was needed was someone who understood, who saw the world as you did.

Do you want to know the reason for my pain?

It is this mind, that keeps feeding on thoughts and keeping me tied to this reality!

The mind that seeks and desires for all that it thinks it lacks.

He knew there was no turning back now, a floodgate had been opened and the only thing left to do was to listen and be aware - to absorb the relevance of what was being created or revealed!

He asked Her to define what the mind is.

It is the faith in the illusion. It is the warmth that one craves during a cold winter night. It is the truth that is believed to set one free. It is the trees, the birds, the sky and the moon at night, the waters that flow without rest, it is the grand story of our past and it is the future that holds great promise. The mind is all that we see, feel and trust in.

He was in a trance, the music was far away and the night had begun to sway, so He closed His eyes and let the words flow all over.

You may not agree with me - She threw it like a spear that struck right at the heart of all His inhibitions, His trust in Her.

He took His time, and when the words came - My silence is in agreement with all that you say. If I question you, it is only a questioning of my own beliefs. - She smiled, there was nothing more She could've wanted.

But all that is, is not only the mind. For there is something beyond, and when the mind is not there, it is this which acts and makes the world what it is. You can choose to think and act, and feel like being in control. Or you can choose to be, without resorting to the mind, and let that which is, flow through you. Whatever is said or done then, is not of the mind but the significant Other!

He sat still, there was no doubt in Him that this was an important moment, one without a parallel. He stared into Her eyes, glazed like pools in the summer without a breeze, and the sorrow that was filled to the brim, strangely made Him smile. He wondered about this.

Do you realize what you're doing to me?

She smiled, her drunkenness had made the air around thick and sluggish, almost as if time was slowing down and the world had reached the edge of reality's precipice, without the slightest view of the bottom below. She was asking without asking, for Him to take the plunge.

Because of you, I exist in two realities, one where everybody creates a set of rules for me to abide by, and another, the significant Other where you show me that rules were meant to be broken for the pure life.

She looked at Him, and then looked at Her through Him.

Because of you, I am now caught in my mind, with all its terrible faces. Now, suspicion breeds a confidence that never feels right. Every emotion is intensified a thousandfold, without respite am I to keeping searching for you, when you are already here.

She knew Him well, for theirs is a bond that spans lifetimes and more. It was Her time to smile at the tears that He cried inside. They both new the game well. Time had entirely ceased to whisper its secrets in this sacred dream-of-dreams, time stood by and so did death, in reverence of all that unfolded between Her and Him.

I am limited, my vision and my passion, life and everything is limited, when will I become One with Everything, When will this change WHEN WHEN WHEN??? - She looked and looked, searching, craving, plaintively yearning for a release, THE RELEASE hoping against hope that He would satisfy Her needs. But He didn't move, he didn't show a tremor of a thought. He sat still, smiling His pity and abject patience.

It is true that they knew this game, they had played it for so long.

She cried - If I think, I shall die. If I do not think, and just be, then the world shall kill me.

He was surprised - How can that be when being immortal there is no death unto you, nor unto me, neither is there time nor space, nor the thoughts that seemingly keep you afraid, nor the desires that keep me tamed? - and His concern was genuine, so much that She adored Him more than anything else.

Your tears have dried, and what you've been waiting for has certainly arrived. So why is it that you still cry, know so that I live to remove your limitations and to let you see for yourself what you really are. You are beyond limitations and little ways of knowledge, for the whole of Creation bows to you, as you are the Sole Cause for the mind and its fluctuations, without you the trees would not sway and the moon would not shine, the waters would never reveal their wisdom as how they do to you. This world lives with you, lives for you and because of you. Why do you cry then?

She gazed at Him, for a long time only their eyes touched and played, with the Love that knows no bounds. It was the gaze that asked the question of the night.

How do you know, my Love, how can you be so sure? How can you have the faith, that you have in me?

He looked on, what He saw neither Time nor Death could comprehend. They shuddered at His coldness, the total lack of the mind and all that springs forth from an unrestrained one.

I know because I am meant to know, for I am knowledge itself. I feel because I am meant to feel, for I am feeling itself. I am pure Awareness, that which can lend meaning to an illusion, depth to dreams and the very same which can wipe away all that exists and is thought to exist, in pure wrath. I am the Secret of Creation and you are the Energy, the progenitrix through whom my knowledge becomes manifest. I am Consciousness of the Cause, the Reason for Existence and Bliss Eternal and Immortal. And you are the Finality of all of this, for without you there is no me. I am here to reveal yourself to you, to set you free and thereby release this world from its self-created tortures. I am the Mind, and you are the Significant Other. Together we are One, only One and no more.

The light that dawned between them continued to fuel the brightness in their eyes. Even if for a moment in time, a break was made in the fabric of reality, through which the truth beyond truths was perceived. They sat gazing like that, He was lost in Her evanescent beauty and She was submerged in the depths of His intensity, for how long no one knows.

Some say that Time left these immortal children alone, and Death chose to forget them, for theirs was a Love that knew no bounds.

The Meaning of Darkness

Dark is the shadow impinging upon my mind
Going through the arid wastelands of thoughts
Passions and dire consequences, these curses
They route the awakenings of life, in its course
In its various meanderings, there lies a design

Dark is the shade of truth in this pitiful world
Storms of emotions erase all the trodden paths
I do not know my way, or the direction to take
For I have none, and I know so, so very clearly
Here is the way of love that guides me forward

Dark is the vision of sorrow, for it shapes fate
Cutting through in a straight line, without a haze
There is no fear, for there is nothing to forsake
And there is no anger at the losses so assumed
If I keep my mind on the dare, I outlive sorrow

Dark is the fire that consumes the man in rage
But when the will subsides, does the fire burn
Till the smoldering ashes reveal the only truth
My nothingness is my only possession in life
Everything else is a reflection in muddy water

Dark is the shadow thrown by the will of man
Leaving him to the tyranny of his wild senses
With everything to lose and nothing to gain
Does fate lead him into the traps of knowledge
Till finally he becomes the reality he ever was

Aum Sivoham

Shiva has opened his eyes
Shiva sees the divide
For long was he in peace
And now he sees the pain
His eyes betray his misery
But he can close them no more
Shiva has opened his eyes
Shiva sees the divide
But he can close them no more
Till the "Pain is Over!!"

A Vision

I only need the vision of truth
To guide my ways in this world
How many times have I fallen?
To keep coming back to life
How many deaths do I die?
To redeem my place
Reclaim my existence
I am alone and unafraid
Without a second thought
This is not something I chose
Nor some dream to forsake
Every bit is as real as it gets
And yet, the choices hurt
Even if there are no choices
In the life I was offered
What is sanity, who is insane?
What differences are stated?
Everything is relative here
When my truth is your lie
How can I be you, or you me?
This mind is what imprisons
Impinges upon the soul
To take reality for what it is
Never to know the truth
Nor the light that shines on
In this life, for all the games
Every situation enacted
I only need the vision of truth

The Burden of Thoughts

It's heavy, these thoughts that I carry
Some of them lasting for all of eternity
Never exhibiting their hidden presence
Drudging along this pathetic existence
Oblivious to them, wallowing in pain
Without ever knowing that they remain
In some deep dark corner of my heart
Buried under all the scars of the past
Patiently awaiting an opportune time
To wreak mayhem in this life of mine

I take upon the burden of cleansing
All the devious methods of scheming
Empty this vessel of all the lies, filth
Scrub and scrub did I, dirty it is still
To what ends of sacrifice should I go
What designs of piety ought I to show
Thoughts steal the strength of resolve
A weak will, the mind shall dissolve
Remnants of the Source, guide me on
When the burden is heavy and forlorn

Trapped I feel, I crave to be set free
From the binding shackles of destiny
Every time a chain falls, another locks
Drowning quick and chained to rocks
These thoughts are weighing me down
Insanity beckons, I’m losing ground
Every step I take towards the Source
And I keep knocking on closed doors
Nobody hears because nobody wants
Alone am I, so this burden I renounce

The Last Act

Stillness seeps into the deep corners of my heart
Letting my thoughts subside into a lifeless throb
Whilst all the world keeps turning around daily
I have found the sentient peace that eludes us all
After putting all my desires and dues to its death
I am a long way from home, tired of traversing
The trajectories of fate, the twisted turns of life
Where does this reality end; and the truth begins
To uncover all the hidden agendas of this game
From one consequence to another, a circle of pain
Enlightenment is only a concept at the very end
For this game is to be played, without forfeiting
Any chances of learning all the lessons taught
Somehow the feeling lingers, the end is nearing
All that needs to be said and done, shall happen
In the same way all things in life fall into place
With this realization would I become estranged
To the turns of chance that we all were born into
I long to see the final play of that divine soul
The last act of salvation and the illusion fades
Curtain calls and a life lived well, purposefully
Once the laughter dies and the tears have dried
Without much ado, shall I bid you all farewell…

Of Deliverance From All Dues..

Beyond the secret whispers creating a din within the mind
Fanciful images and cast away desires come back to haunt
From one horror to another, in search of an artful gesture
So long as the vicious delay in comprehension keeps hidden
Selections of the unmanifest something, a painful revelation
Of what has been lived and died is of a deceitful introspection
I see destiny unwrap its many ways to another paradise lost
Lost to all the faculties that bring in a semblance of truth
And no truth shall see the light of reason, head to head
Save the Truth that shall keep all lower ones subdued
Bring forth the glory that escapes the superficial eye
In transit is the thought of salvation, but of what kind
Never to attain, never to deliver all that needs deliverance
Burned in the foundry of nothingness, is all that is perceived
Commonality is a curse, chasing the quick moment of death
A voice of inner tranquility decides, and so the path is bared
Difference of perspective and similarities of change cross
Keeping all that is held sacred at the junction, for trial
I the observer and I the overseer of the complete canvas
The paint drips wet from the brush strokes freshly laid
Who shall question the darkest shades, when light beckons
A mystery of the afterthought, a passionate secret buried
Thousand sunsets fail to mask the beauty of a life
One hundred revelations, one million concepts of religion
Endless lives lived and decreed a system of paradoxes
Favorably making the dusty path entwined in filth
Dirty is the communion of the mind and its minstrels
Long durations of savagery sophisticated as intelligence
Used for a specific entreaty to the Higher for freedom
Nevertheless unaware of a deeper realm beneath the lies
Come into the sunshine, and stare into the blue yonder
Taste the benevolence that every experience has to offer
Cannot the sleeping child rest in peace while the wind blows
All across the regions of tentative designs, abject fatality
There is always a backdoor to every built house
Around the stones and mortar fixed, lies an escape
Dwell on this musing for long as the belief of bondage
Never fails to keep the head above the water of ignorance
Ride free into unwashed shores, drying in the gold
A breath of pure joy, of independence absolute passes over
Days of gloom, and nights of storm clear away in the distance
The horizon is defined, but not within the mind at all
Make me a new beginning, from where the hereafter ends
I shall not want and I have no pursuits remaining, ever
Dreams are not what the real life resemble, not even close
It is an aura of eventuality slowly coursing over this being
To be open to this change, to be the death that life offers
And walk away from all the safe and sanctified affections
Into a bright shiny world of wisdom, of love
Of pregnant solitude, brimming with power
Angels darting as serene colors, playing around
Days so beautiful that the human nature shies away
The end is so near, that all dues have been cleared
A reunion of sorts, a dance of the divine mystic
I am High, and at peace, for I am Peace

A Kite Set Free

Higher and higher I am destined to soar
In freedom, a flight of fancy so beautiful
To touch the limits of infinity, kiss divinity
Far away, past blue skies and empty minds
Where winds of change will push me further
What lies on the earth below doesn't matter
Nor does the past that kept me tied bother
A longing to break free has finally killed me
No more strings of sorrow, I remain purely
It is the flight of freedom that truly reveals
Of what lies ahead, or how it shall all end
Are only dead reasons for a weighted mind
Desiring ascension, or sinking in a mud hole
Shall never surprise the kite that is in flight
Where the wind blows, there the kite goes
Forever in bliss, which no other kite knows

Reality Is Only An Opinion

I choose to leave all questions unanswered
To find the lost way, out of all definitions
My words may offend you in every possible way
But what is real is all that matters to me
So I know that reality is only an opinion
Thoughts constituting the valid experiences
Presented to us on silver platters constantly
Then why should I trust these or any other
When all that seems to be is so beyond me
The mind that reforms and regulates deceives
I restrict and the reaction is more dangerous
And when left to its vices, resuscitates me
What is me is not the real me, do you see
Am I speaking nonsense, or do you believe
When everything is said and done, your opinion
Is more yours than of any use to me, because
I really know that reality is only an opinion
Which each of us is entitled to set free
But under the burden of the past preferences
Our experiences kept under lock and key
Without any lessons learnt, but crying
For a better tomorrow, even if today is all
That we have to make a definite change
Life's purpose forgotten beneath tradition
And all that is left is the dust of time
To be wiped off the soul's doormat forever
Sense and senselessness coexist, in the realm
Of Being, something that keeps us alive
But nothing changes, as we still cling on to
Our shackles and chains of pitiful bondage
To break these and set our destiny free is
When we know that reality is only an opinion

What is a Problem?

A problem is usually defined as an inconvenience caused to a person or persons. But the inconvenience is a parameter of the mind, which is in turn relative to the predisposition of the personal character and spiritual maturity of the person affected. So in an ideal scenario, where the mind is calm and emotionally dead, or at least to the lower base emotions but active to the higher circuits of joy and bliss, the effective recognition of a situation as a problem does not occur. In such cases, what is deemed to be a problem is only an event or a learning experience from which the greater significance of human life is clearly understood.

Only those people who are of a narrow outlook towards all that they perceive, are quick to proffer an opinion and try to force their views onto others. This is but an engagement of their ego and not the revealing of their true nature; their true nature is buried under layers and layers of social conditioning and moral garbage that they are virtually incapable of seeing the significance in all life experiences. Such people find only problems constituting their daily excursions and more often than not, these are the very same ones who end up being a problem to others.

To the man who has died to the petty indifference of the world and opened his real nature to all of existence, there is no such thing as a problem nor an event that causes him perverse pleasure or inconvenience. For such a soul all of life is a learning experience, and being dead to all the base emotions that crowd the mind of man the animal, this entity becomes larger than life and rises to new heights in our evolution.

A State of Ecstatic Serendipity

In a state of constant ecstatic serendipity do I choose my words carefully, for what goes in black and white cannot be taken back, and eventually what goes around definitely comes around. I don’t really know whether this is a fable or fact of life that I choose to write, because sadly I am not in a situation to differentiate between dream and reality. This music that plays around me offers a symposium for the many I’s that reside within me, they can coalesce into a single entity for the sake of clarity or they could remain their individual selves and fight out the truth of what is being delivered here. Whatever maybe the case, that which is being created today within these pages, is but a singular recollection of all that has passed through the screen of life’s varied years, of perception and preponderance of emotions.

As the music starts to play does the gods of wisdom bring upon us the unique gift of aftersight, into the realm of tomorrow meeting the ghosts of the unforgotten past, also called the Fourth Realm. In such an instance of reality, did the demigod Nevar descend upon the mortal coil of my mind, guiding me through the pathways of sublime thought and contemplation. The music seemed to reveal a higher agenda through words that escaped those divine lips in a symphony of memories, strangely resembling those of mine. I was quite sure that the pathways were different from dreams, because I know what dreams feel like; these were definitely different and moreover, surreal. Nevar spoke of joy being the absolute basis for all things existing, and that which were to come forth from the Source.

I could not but resist asking what the Source was, for in that state of ecstatic serendipity the Source seemed to be the highest point I could aspire for. This was amusingly not far from the truth.

Nevar said that the Source brought us all into existence and the Source shall call us back home when we are done with our play of life.

The light and shadows of fortune and misery danced to the reverberations of thought and music while I was guided along the pathways, endless in comparison to the roads I walked among lonely nights, hoping to reach the moon and become one with the purity of white there. Desperation drove me once to the edge of reason, and while tiptoeing on the precipice did the cosmic powers ask of my need for salvation. The only answer I could bring forth was my own helplessness. Somehow that worked with them.

Nevar showed me how to skip across the thoughtwaves that didn’t belong to the point of ascension we were chasing. There are seemingly innumerable thoughtwaves in the Fourth Realm, and it is possible for an unguided one to get lost among them, which is what usually happens to ordinary life travellers. But to fortunate ones such as myself, the cosmic powers can send forth one of their own to guide and assist with the ascension.

I remember asking Nevar during our early days of what is meant by the ascension and how would I feel during the process. Nevar laughed, in the beautiful way in which he always laughs. Like how Nature opens her bosom of secrets to reveal the magical beauty that suddenly becomes apparent to the eyes of a mere mortal, spellbound as we stand. That laugh of his can change my perspective without even my realizing the importance I had associated to the questions asked. Because all of a sudden, that laugh can make everything else seem insignificant, and life stands still in all its magnificence.

The echoes rang forth, and the music was reaching an interval of disappearance. I knew it was near the point of ascension, for that is how it always felt like. Do not ask me what the echoes said, for there is no language that can explain their words, nor the feeling associated. But I remember how when the sunlight fell on my skin on a summer evening and the cool breeze under the shade of a fig tree would wipe away the perspiration and induce me to await a violet sunset. The echoes felt the same.

Like every other ascension Nevar asked me to close my mind, and if I hadn’t been on countless such divine trips, I just might have asked how. With a tightening of thoughts, into a collapse of all phenomena in that realm, whatever that made me and my surroundings, the music and the waves, everything fell into a rhythm undifferentiated. I was no more, for I was ever more. The placidity of all that had existed till then became clear, when compared to the frequency of existence in the world into which I had ascended.

Who is Nevar? Who am I?

If there was a need for questions, the answers would have been clearer and prominent for study; but ascension shows the impossibility of doubts, of the need for knowledge. Ascension is deliverance.

And that is how the whole thing came to pass.

Wanderlust

Bespoken highways gathering dust, o'er the noontide
Sunbeams dreaming forth a fury of the wilder realm
I have long known the end of this road being walked
Yet what sense can calm the mind's furious preying
Dirty by lanes retreating from the core of confusion
Seeking that which never was lost, always obscure
Recover the covert light and cleanse the dark past
Of frustrations and feelings of contempt, also pain
What was written as a stray case of claustrophobia
Is nothing but the relentless pursuit of singularity
The oneness of all being and the truth behind all lies
Mystical proportions attributed to our simple lives
That Gods of war and the Demons of change rule
An impending doom for the species of an ignorance
Every step into the strange terrains of existence
Taken with the sole initiative to uncover purpose
Strides of glory are these that shall never falter
Raising the mist of glorious years trailing together
Vengeance is the way of life for the fools surviving
The onslaught of Time's pitiless foray into destiny
Each day just lived an died on a whim of pleasure
And so that life of wanton ills and bloody thrills
Have I forsook for the final journey of deliverance
My soul has resorted to the life of an adventurer
No intentions ever, to stop till the Heart is found
Till then this wayfarer shall know no rest, respite
Nor the roads of men choosing to live in ignorance
Roam till the ends of the mindspere, finding reality
Such are the musings of the sufferer of wanderlust

The Manifesto of a Philosopher

I am tired and I am wasted by the world telling me how to run my life according to a set of dictates designed by the senseless faction of the human populace, never to think different nor try to search for the remnants of truth left over from the war of the egos. The people around me delight in the fact that they can rule over another human being, be it in thought speech or action and by resorting to dirty games of political thievery, emotional prostitution and outright derogation. I have suffered various atrocities of the soul just by listening to the propagandists of materialism sell their pseudo knowledge, in fact forcing it upon innocent bystanders drudging along the journey of life.

I feel it is time I stood up to the blame games of society, and retaliate in my own individualistic ways against this tyranny enforced upon our feeble minds that are yet to comprehend the truth behind the mirage played day after day in the lives we lead. I cannot stand this misery of knowing that there is something wrong with the structural valuation of everything that I see and feel, to the extent of not even believing these senses that perceive the so called reality I am placed in. I know I am bound by the forces that contribute to my being a human for as long as this body survives, yet the lingering experience of a deeper meaning and an unknown presence, so much different from these senses or the body, is continually gaining strength and cannot be ignored now. This world can go on playing its games but I will no longer be part of them, for I have tasted the alternative and the thirst for truth remains ever unquenched.

If there is a presence within me, then there must undeniably be the same in others, for I do not believe in the existence of differential multiples such as you and I, but in the common persistence of a singularity irrespective of the shapes and forms that make each one of us feel estranged from the other. That one entity is the sole existence, the sum total of all relative variations in thought and experience that make up our living dimension. A singular intelligence acting through all living things to make the synchronized appearance of the universe we inhabit. And if I am able to sense and experience this innate oneness, then by the very same logic others must be able to reach the same state. Maybe it is a question of time for everyone to reach this logical state in their evolutionary journey, but then time is also a factor created by the mind. To elevate our selves from this realm of the mind is only possible by an initial period of total sensory deprivation, thereby allowing all mental processes to subside and allowing the immanent power behind them to surface.

Somehow the urge of leading a social life is quietly dying off within me, and is being replaced by a more primitive warcry of freedom from the known and habituated relics of life as we know it. The societal dictates of family and fortunes, ethical and behavioral prejudices, and a linear mode of evolution is being succinctly transformed into a raw pursuit of that which is real. Every awakening is shown to be another reason for changing the age old views that we subscribed to, about who we are and what we are here for, about why everything happens as it is now and why not differently. Such questioning may not help existing relationships, but newer more meaningful ones are brought into creation and without a rigid mindset, these can be welcomed without losing sight of the aim.

I do not fear the new, nor shall I forsake the old. It is only a matter of freeing my self from all bondages and constraints, which either blind me from approaching the unknown or keep me tied down to the known. Every pathway that is walked upon is but an acceptance of the reality without resorting to making up false worlds that are comforting to the mind, incarcerating our selves in the process. Instead every corner bravely turned in our journey is a revelation, where the mind is but only an instrument of study and the field of experimentation is our lives.

In this way I have chased fear into the hidden recesses with its tail tucked between its legs, for no more shall the tortures of the mind affect the clarity of my sacred vision. Come and face the new day, a new age of exploration into the psyche as men of freedom pick their trails into the land of the unknown. My only goal is to pursue the singularity of creation, to seek the truth behind all truths and to know that entity immanent in us all. To this endeavor, shall I surrender my life, here and hereafter.

MoJo

The wind that blew through my past
Of one man and his words so true
Made his way through thick and thin
The victim of a social love
How I grew to the tune of change
Strange how he made me believe
With the world singing along
The power of what you trust in
And the sense to stick to it
Come together, over me
I have no despair for him
For I have seen him suffer
The tyranny of his trade
Hard core and soft lore
Absence of childhood, prelude
Disturbing dreams of deliverance
We all need to face this creed
Of lost freedom, and alienation
He suffered for the true cause
He sang for us all, in the end
He died in the name of change
For him I say, Amen!

From the Abyss of Time

We swim and dive into the dark abyss of time
In pursuit of happiness supreme, cosmic bliss
Unavenged is our quest for the starting point
Beyond which persuasion of thoughts does lie
The temptations of the human mind to devour
All that is shown across this screen pulled taut
Some shall interpret a loathing for the esoteric
But the very core of all existence is but found
In the highest aspiration for the solvable myth
Man shall weep no more, and shall bite misery
Between the horns of cornucopia and sacrilege
Religion shall hail the falling of all false science
Decreed is the revelation of a profounder mind
Know that by which everything else is known
Given to the tremors of destiny shall this pass
And then washed up ashore the golden islands
Of knowledge and relevance, of trust and faith
The abyss of time, as seen within the heartcave
Is of a depth beyond measure, beyond mastery
Only shall the light of reason tread such waters
That never ceases to flood the third dimension
Cast aside all blind infatuations, desires' frenzy
Release all passions binding forth our freedom
And plunge up through the currents to surface
The lungs shall choke and the limbs shall pain
Yet we shall break the waters, into a new life
Where the sweet breathe of liberation awaits

Ekalavya’s Quest

He walked away with the heart of a wanderer
Into the depths of the teeming forest of thoughts
To conquer the limits of the mind, and its passions
Whichever way fell before his glowing eyes deceived
Yet never did he falter, for Ekalavya’s quest was strong

They claimed he shall not learn, never see the truth
Said that all his life was spent as a tirade of ignorance
Nothing good shall ever come of him, a lost cause was he
And so every footprint and fixture of life opposed this boy
Though the storm raged on, so Ekalavya’s quest was strong

Condemned and sent away by the all knowing
Decreed an outcast by all the formal institutions
With the hunger for truth never subsiding within him
His own teacher stood helpless against the law of the land
Without a view of right or wrong, Ekalavya’s quest was strong

The rise of consciousness in his simple life
Without a care or concern, for all that came today
The trees of the past trembled as he cut through them
And the visions of tomorrow were chased into the wild
As all desires disappeared, so Ekalavya’s quest was strong

He chose the unhesitating trail, of wild dreams
And wicked fortunes to forge his blade of wisdom
Questioned about his lineage and leverage, his calm
And countenance would answer the mockery of destiny
With a soul of supreme bliss Ekalavya’s quest was strong

To risk his life, or even forsake his thumb
His master’s word against his better opinion
All can be renounced for that glory inexplicable
This world shall know of his wonderful innocence
Living the life divine, so Ekalavya’s quest was strong

The Age of Evolution

Everyday we march forward into our destiny, realizing so rarely
That which is the inherent plan of this journey undertaken by us
Some have the clarity of mind and belief to understand minutely
And some wade through the inexplicable, seemingly indifferent

Always in the states defined for the ego to subsist, unknowingly
Consciousness of these states leads to their instant disappearance
But so long as the ignorance of the mind keeps the truth hidden
These states shall forever remain shackles, impeding evolution

Beyond doubt is the purpose of our birth, to know the supreme
This highest of all wisdom, the cornerstone of our bliss edifice
Mere stones shall we be, if we choose to forsake the knowledge
The vibrations of cosmic energy will unite on its identification

Nothing but deceit packed into the folds of life’s pretty pattern
Fine thread and the close interlocking, concealing the disgust
What state is being played, the ego shall know but not divulge
To rise above this menagerie of states is to finally see the light

Derangement is what society thrives on for its self fulfillment
Keeping the individual minds fed on lies and crass deception
Open our eyes to these horizons of heaven far beyond society
The revelations of those who’ve crossed shall help us evolve

Let us not give in to the greed, the hunger for singular power
To seek the light which lies within us, share the glory with all
Let the soul rise above the limits we set for ourselves pitifully
A world of freedom then awaits us, of light and love so strong

This was the heaven that was promised at the start of creation
For when man fell from grace and repented his actions forever
The kingdom of light that lies within, said the ancient keepers
They who tasted the nectar of immortality, leading us through

The time has come finally, for the sins accumulated overflows
Whatever time has elapsed, we have but faced the tests sincere
Learning and losing, a battle of wits against that of evolution
And at the threshold of remembrance we find ourselves now

Not to lose the lessons learnt, or the meanings sought in torture
Every whiplash is providence, standing at the gates of paradise
We shall forsake all that we desire with the cunning of mind
To take the first step of breathless independence, of pure joy

The age of evolution is upon us, steadfast shall be our victory

Celebration of Freedom from the Known

On the 20th of January 2009, I celebrate the first anniversary of my attaining complete freedom from the so called “civilized societal structure.” It has been an adventurous journey with its fair share of perils and ponderings, but then real learning of the highest truths required such discomfitures. I now do not belong to what the world terms as the ‘realm of normalcy,’ for my thoughts or what can be said as the lack of thoughts enables my perceiving reality as it really is. And the aforementioned freedom is really a state of the mind where there are no shackles of the contractual give-or-take nature with any living or dead entity of this world. After a long period of trial and error with all the known principles and ideas of sustained life, where every facet of survival and all the ethical, controversial and sometimes plainly insane ideologies contributed by people who have walked the earth before me have been tested sincerely, I can positively reject each and every one of them as pseudo truths. There cannot be a conclusion about life simply for the fact that even a conclusion is another definitive feature of the mind, the truth being that when everything that has been said, written and contemplated has been renounced, what remains and what cannot be defined is the purest of truths. The only prerequisite for this is to become free of all mental faculties.

The journey which was started a year back was initiated by an urge to discredit everything known up till that point. This was due to the feeling of lack of completeness in life, and the mere usage of the world ‘feeling’ understates the emotion. It was not something of the mind as felt till that moment, but from somewhere deeper in the being, a cry of anguish from the depths of the consciousness for every attempt or opportunity of revelation of reality wasted and squandered away in the pursuit of trivialities like the desires of the flesh and the replacement of the cognitive functions with false perceptions obtained from substance abuse. Of course I’m indebted to each and every one of these experiences, because without the knowledge gained from them I wouldn’t have understood the common element of illusion being the substratum of them all. Once the clarity of mind was achieved, the range of perception broadened to the point of infinity and all that was apparent before me faded away into nothingness. This life and its myriad avenues of thought dispersal and diffusion of energy into whirlpools of seemingly related realities stood naked before me with all the cracks and crevices of untruths that permeate our every day existence. It was a wonder as to how I could translate all these years of living into unsubstantial nonsense, meaningless numbers in an equation that had all the beauty of a mathematical conundrum. But at that moment in time, no matter what the mysteries were, it was the result of freedom that shone in all glory.

Today I realize that all this was meant to be, that every experience and exquisite weave of the fabric of my existence was as per the original design. And just like me, every other entity that is nothing but another expression of the consciousness that forms the substance of what I really am will also attempt such experiences, survive through the downfalls and reach a peak in its evolutionary ascent, whereby the game is carried to the next level. Here the story does not end for just like all endings are but only a prelude to other beginnings, I and similarly others, fellow travelers on this journey of freedom will start experiencing new truths, different agendas of destiny and ultimately reach the source of all this illusion, the entry-point of time and theory, when at last we shall know for real what forms the constitution of Absolute Consciousness.