A Hard Life... Lived In Vain

She keeps reckoning, through and through
That life, the life she knew was hard
She saw many days of misery
Days when the sun would stay hidden
Dark clouds threatening to break
Yet the rain never came
Nor light to ease her pain

She saw through her ways, her weakness
The children have grown up now
With families of their own
There were days when she shared
The laughter of her children
Her tears have dried up
For today there is no one to wipe them

She used to cook and clean endlessly
Happiness stayed in her kitchen
All the blessings of youth and health
All the parties and the people
Painted her as a queen
Old age came as a curse
And the throne was taken away

She has no words of wisdom left in her
A dried leaf blowing in the wind
There are no smiles left
No one to care if she does
Her children find her troublesome
Her husband wants her dead
And all she has is regret

She knows her life was never perfect
Faults everyone chooses to forget
Today she is reminded
Everything catches up someday
In loneliness she realizes
Born alone into a world of many
Dying alone is her fate

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!

Serve, Seek and Survive

By serving you I shall seek wisdom
By seeking wisdom I shall survive life
By surviving life I shall serve you
By serving you I shall survive life
By surviving life I shall seek wisdom
By seeking wisdom I shall serve you

By serving wisdom I shall seek you
By seeking you I shall survive life
By surviving life I shall serve wisdom
By serving wisdom I shall survive life
By surviving life I shall seek you
By seeking you I shall serve wisdom

By serving life I shall seek wisdom
By seeking wisdom I shall survive you
By surviving you I shall serve life
By serving life I shall survive you
By surviving you I shall seek wisdom
By seeking wisdom I shall serve life

By serving you I shall seek life
By seeking life I shall survive wisdom
By surviving wisdom I shall serve you
By serving you I shall survive wisdom
By surviving wisdom I shall seek life
By seeking life I shall serve you

Awaken Understand Merge

Everything that has a beginning, has a middle and an end
All that we know, and believe to understand in this world
Is a formation of the highest essence of thought and idea
Beyond this there is no other, as the world ceases to exist

The beginning is the idea of separateness, love and desire
Bound to the illusion of knowing that there is one another
Unaware of the original One, pledging belief in many other
While fate guides the ignorant to the experience of unity

The middle path reveals the highest truth, not so in words
Not even in the extremes of action and inertia is it found
For what is born must necessarily face death, such is life
And so the golden median guides the will to reclaim itself

The end is where all things manifest and not, goes beyond
Limits of ordinary knowledge, and lifetimes of experience
When the primal debt is paid and the source awakens one
To the pure realization of the One, encompassing all other

Everything that has a beginning, has a middle and an end
All that we need is the awareness to seek, and not to hide
Whatever life serves us, has this secret placed in the open
Like children we play, but playthings are we in this Game

What is Love?

What is love, for do I know its meaning
Do I realize what it is to love
And to be loved?
What definitions can be set
And what reasons can be ascertained
For these feelings I harbour?
Truth is, I do not know.
Is giving myself completely
To that which I believe in
A form of love?
Or is the expectation
Of release from loneliness
My way of love?
What if I love for love alone
Regardless of what is gained or lost
Have I really loved then?
What if love is the purpose
Of a life meant to be free?
What if love is the essence
Of all things beautiful and serene?
And if life is a mystery to be unravelled
Then love is the key to the riddle
It is hard to know love
Harder to fathom the right way
And hardest to realize
When the love that sets me free
Is lost in the labyrinths of doubt
Whom do I question, what do I believe in
When the love that sets me free
Is caught in the agony of thought?
With a heavy heart I ask
To all whom I have loved
Did I do you wrong?
In loving you this way
In not holding you down
Never asking you to give back what I gave
What did I give, when there is nothing I possess?
How did I make my love felt then?
I am a fool, I may not know the ways
I am a child of the world, trying to walk
Amidst all the pain of existence
I am a beggar too, begging for love
But I do not know the ways
And what I get, I can only give back
Such is my torment, when you ask me
If have I really loved
If I know what love is
Do I know what it is to love
And be loved?
Truth is, I do not know
I do not know

O Goddess...

What an act you put on, O Goddess?
Shimmering like a golden ray of light
Catching us mere mortals, unawares
Life’s every mystic scene You unfold
Holds us in rapture, brings us to bliss
We have lost all sanity in adoring You
Like lost lambs, we graze in a reverie
Lost in the wilderness of Your illusion
How do You control us unbeknownst
Not even a flutter of suspicion arising
Never among Your plays of delirium
Yet without the Play, there is no joy
There is no purpose, there is no life
Without You, there is no existence
What is knowledge, if not madness
The madness in not knowing of You
Groping in the dark, hoping for You
Wishing for Your curious glance to
Fall upon the plight that we’re all in
O Enchantress, You can only smile
Beseeching us children to play on
Loving us and yet leaving us to fate
Do our tears ever make You stop?
Because in crying You see our Love
And You know, we’ve none but You
No one else to care for us but You
A thousand sunsets have we seen
Missing You each and every time
A thousand more shall pass us by
Yet our longing for You shan’t die
O Goddess...

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.

Love

I know I can never have you, Love
Because there never was a difference
Yes, we did go our separate ways
Why we did, only destiny can explain
But it pains to know that we forgot
No, nothing can piece it together...

It’s these pangs I feel for you, Love
They hurt so badly, but they are to be
Kills me, and yet makes me feel alive
What am I to you and you to me
For this bond to never break free
No, nothing can make this easy...

What difference does it make, Love
Whether you exist only in my dreams
It’s the Experience of You that I seek
That keeps provoking me for more
I chose this mystery that you are
And no, nothing can ever stop me...

Love.

The Eternal Child

Dancing wild flames hold the gaze
The eyes go wild, seething with rage
Waiting for an opportune moment
To unleash its fury of all that is held
In check by the Cosmic Void by will
The eyes reveal the plaintive misery
A Child trapped in the timeless jail
Never to see the sunlight of Wisdom
Blinded by the dark glory of The Urge
The Urge is reckoning all to the end
When the eyes pinpoint the madness
These insane delusions of The Urge
Then the world stands revealed to us
In all its magnificence and the marvel
But the mystery ceases not to sustain
The mind wanders from itself again
The eyes are the gateways to Time
Time resides in matrimony to Space
Life as we know it is born from them
From the fire of their conjugal bliss
Kill the Father, set the Mother free
And the imprisoned Child shall fly
To realms far beyond logical reason
When the eternal Child is at peace
Existence is transcended in the eyes
Reality is a shroud to clothe the babe
When the mind is free from The Urge
And the gateways stand unguarded
The Light of Truth disrobes the babe
So the Child of Freedom stands nude
For what envy could the touch claim
When boundaries disappear into dust
When the Spirit remains untouched
Cleansed of ignorance and all duality
In the gardens of the Highest Love
The Child runs among flowers of joy
Eyes that seethed with the rage once
Feast now on the innocence of play
Running wild, and chasing the wind
The Child knows nothing, only aware
That the play must go on till the End

Longing

Silent recollections of an age gone by
Like the blows of the hammer strong
Do the thoughts in my mind run wild
The passions of one midsummer noon
Burn the flesh, pricks of ice cold fire
Light up the memories of your touch
And every inch of my skin is aflame
Yearning for one more remembrance
Of all that did trespass between us
The communion of our souls in bliss
Enchanting the rhythm of our love
When I kissed the softness of your lips
And the heat of your body engulfed
My existence totally into your own
I knew what it felt like to lose oneself
Within the realms of sexual ecstasy
The dance of desire awakens within
A primitive lust, so long forgotten
We were but two streams meandering
Along the sands of destiny, joyous
In our fated embrace, we became one
Time spied on our entangled limbs
Afraid of breaking the divine trance
Where was the music that we heard
Or was it the symphony of our ardor
And so, in my musings of my love
The warmth I felt when you held me
Reminds me of how much I miss you
How much I want to yield to you
Once more, and forever more…

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

Gratitude

What would i have done -
without all the people in my life?

They are the reflections of my inner soul
Playing and weeping, fools in a frenzy
Their string of follies is the garland of life

Showing me the unending delight -
that life has so much to offer
What prompts me to sit back -
to relax and enjoy the show?
How am i beyond these curfews -
that we ourselves take so much pain to create?

Standing atop a mountain of pain, and then one day
Without warning and fair decree starts the descent
Hurtling down, with no course or control...

Do i really love -
or is it all a controlled illusion?

The measure of kindness, the barrier of skin
If everything adds up to the sovereign state
If everything is true, then so are the lies too

Why do my thoughts still linger -
on lies, and such lesser affairs?

This circle of life, this passion of existence
Unbounded freedom, without the curse of time
Isn’t this the totality of all our silly games?

It is true and I’ve felt so –
what goes around shall come around
So it’s only a matter of time –
before the show shall start again
Forget all the truths and untruths –
all the lies and deception

Beneath the rife and the reason lies a mystery
It is that which keeps us all, and takes us all
That which knows no other, not even itself

What would I have done –
without life to teach me what to do?

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 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.

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.

Tainted Love

Of love that seems distant still
These people that care for us will
Keep our fears awake while we live
Why is it so hard for us to believe
What goes around will come around
To the haunted past are we bound

This love that finds us, binds us
And strangles us, unconscious

The tale of confusion never clears
Drowning in our steadfast tears
Distorted reflections what we see
And we fool ourselves being happy
Slipping from our grasp is our life
Dealing with all the war and strife

This love that finds us, binds us
And strangles us, unconscious

Are we so blind to overlook truth
In favor of the ecstasy of youth
For crying out loud, it is insane
Living the curse, the damn urbane
I'd rather try the age of stone
Or maybe walk from here on alone

This love that finds us, binds us
And strangles us, unconscious

Crowded into my shell, this love
Inhibits me. Help me O God above
This time around I need my space
I'm not running to win this race
Lest I forget myself, and despair
I have to keep constantly aware

This love that finds us, binds us
And strangles us, unconscious

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!

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

Music of the Soul

Silence borne out of the lapse of desire
The freedom cry and the anguish of life
Within these limits we set for ourselves
Is found the awakening of the unlimited
For long has this burden been salvaged
Arising from the forgetful nature of man
These tears run dry, yet we keep crying
When everything and everybody hurts
Is there a need for this suffering to last?
By which we can ignore the higher Voice
Of reason, commonsense and pure love
The darkness keeps the divinity hidden
Until mere slaves, we refuse to live as
Shackled to every whim, fancy and fear
That the world throws in our tired faces
Awake from this slumber of the intellect
The time has come to open our dreams
Live a life, free and fulfilling, of our own
Yea, the Silence can be heard definitely
For it will be the sweet music of the Soul

Absolute Love

Sometimes life is so strange that you never know the reasons behind all that happens. Sometimes the places you go to and people you love make no sense in what they speak or do. This world can be a very lonely place sometimes, scary and wild... but what keeps us alive during all these persecutions is the knowledge that life goes on, no matter what. It is this courage that makes one laugh through their tears, walk even in pain and forget what haunts them most. Because only a human being has the capability of all this... ever wondered why? The answer is love! Love in its purest, unmixed and unconditioned form can withstand all suffering and pain. Rigidity of actions and rudeness of words can never affect true love. Distances of separation and differences in opinion can never limit the force of pure love. Because there is no power greater than this most treasured valuable of all creation.

Why do people love? Because people are nothing but individualised centers of consciousness, existing in a world of duality where everything seems to be separate and distant. I am what you are, for I cannot be anything otherwise. Ultimately if we look beyond the reflection of duality, gaze into the depths of truth we can perceive the real nature of all that exists. The real nature is singularity and we need to experience that there is no you and an I, for there is only love that exists. Till the time we realize this, the love that we see around and the expression of it would only be a varying degree of the Absolute Love. With this varying degree would come feelings of hatred, depression, passivity and misunderstandings. Why do these contradictions exist? So that we are offered a chance to realize and understand the temporal nature, the transience of this varying degree and truly experience that Absolute Love.

The feeling of unity that accompanies Absolute Love is such a divine experience that no other object or creature can withhold itself from it. You just keep coming back for more because therein lies the secret substratum of all creation and the cosmos. Nothing or no one can be excluded from that feeling. Open your heart to everything around you and let that natural fervour take hold of your total being. Discard all negativity from within and from the people around you, and dive into the bliss of love that surrounds us all. Notice that all will be beautiful, all emotions will slide into the purity of thought. And the only thought that will remain is peace.