Neo-Human

I love by letting go

Therefore I am free

I believe with conviction

Therefore I do not judge

I accept without conditions

Therefore I have patience

I experience without questions

Therefore I am able to learn

I live from moment to moment

Therefore I know eternity

I seek the essence of life

Therefore I feel sentient

I am what I really am

I am the neo-human

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!

Ziggy

Ziggy has a room
With blue and green curtains
Dalmatians on the wall
And Jesus nailed to a cross

I know you're sad, Ziggy
The world may have gone bad
Life's strange in many ways
Yet you and I're here to stay

Ziggy got no kitchen
But he says it don't matter
Pizza's on the way
And beer stacked in a corner

I know you're old, Ziggy
People have gone cold on you
Life's strange in many ways
Yet you and I're here to stay

Ziggy says its okay
Like a toy copter he had once
Propeller's gone bust
And life's not the same again

I know you're dead, Ziggy
Buried peacefully in my head
Life's strange in many ways
Yet you and I're here to stay

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

Mister Richard Andrews

Tell me, Mister Richard Andrews
Man, What’s the fucking bad news?
You know, We maybe in this together
Don’t know tho if its gonna be forever
Dude, This work is bloody killin’ me
Which I know for sure, you can see
But I know you’re in over your head
They ain’t stoppin’ till you’re dead
So tell me, man, what do you say
Should we bail, or should we stay
Tell me, Mister Richard Andrews
What’s the fucking bad news?

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.

Waiting to Start

The time is near, for I can hear
The chiming bells, incessant yells
Of an approach to the very end
A faded stream, a distant dream
Despite the tears and the fears
Everything crumbles along way
Choose fortune, hell or heaven
Each one kills, for its own thrills
Till nothing is ever lost or gained
Give me a smile, or thoughts vile
I shall take all, a total overhaul
Judge I shall not, what I’ve seen
Forget the past, let’s get grassed
It’s begun now, I don’t know how
It is not late, but it will not wait
This can no longer remain untold

The Vegetable Market

It is a cold day, clouds overcast with a gloom benign
Stepping out from a reality of degenerate logic
Of politics and pitiful people
The games of choice and command
Deadlines, looming deathlines catch up
All for the sake of money, fucking money
This is corporate life as we humans made it

We created it, fucked it, analysed it, fucked it and reported it
Fucked it, screwed it, delay-delay- delayed, and reported it again
For want of something better to do, yet without a fucking clue
We still keep on creating and fucking, delaying till we all die

The mind revolts, waiting to throw up this insanity
But the circle is vicious, feeds on itself and keeps on
Kicking us where it bloody well hurts us most
To let go off this labyrinth of lies, to live
And not dredge along the dirt and deceit
Where people don’t mind you being crazy for a while
And that is how the time to toke arrives upon us

We scored it, crushed it, cleaned it, rolled it and licked it
Fired it, smoked it, puff-puff-passed, and smoked it again
For want of nothing better to do, yet no longer feeling blue
We still keep on toking and smoking, tripping till we’re high

We have a world we call our own. Here
The floor is paved and the steps cool to touch
The vegetables speak a language of sense
And the smoke flies along the designs of thought
Words flow freely, music reveals the sanctity of the soul
It is here we engage in the love we forsook
In the world of pain we abandoned for want of a trip

The vegetable market accepts us as its own
The people call us The Ganja Club
And we know... we know...
It is here we find our peace
In a plain and pathetic world

Where is the Irony?

Where is the irony in enjoying a sin?
When all that comes is a reflection
Twisting and turning in the throes of time
Till a day arrives when everything said and done
Remains forsaken to the wisdom of life
It is a definitive paradox, definitely is
Sometimes vengeance stands orphaned
And all we seek is a calm tranquillity
This will not do – this aggression nude
We have no more time for consequences
Sometimes the poison will heal
And the pleasure can certainly kill
A random choice, fated to serve time
Or a mysterious knowledge primal
Existing beyond existence
And divining all that is beyond knowledge
This pain is burning from within
Consuming all that thought created
A power emerges, unknown and unnamed
That which can heal, with the same hand kill
A power without birth or death
It is here, and it is now
Tell me, where is the irony?

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

Is Corporate Responsibility Self Sustained or Slave Trade?

In every business organization, there are fault-lines beneath the impeccable structures of work ethics and corporate responsibility enforced by policies and procedures. Most often it’s these very fault-lines that reflect the total employee dedication levels and satisfaction quotient. And these fault-lines are simply overlooked or ignored, buried under the tremendous pressure to increase revenues through the compulsive standardization and forced process mapping of human creative endeavors.

Organizations are to keep in mind the basic value propositions that initiated the coming together of a group of people who had compatible dreams, and who wanted these dreams to become a reality. Nearly all the time this basic value proposition is either a product or service, or a concept that needs grounding in terms of financial investment, creative development and sustenance. Then why is it that these very people forget the importance of developing the basic value proposition, and place more significance on the policies that govern this process of development?

It is logically understood that for sustainable development, we definitely need a structured approach and a systematic way of proceeding with the various phases of exploration, planning, implementation, testing and innovation. However, logic is not to be confused with an obsession with systemization and control of all the working elements. One of the hazards of systemization is the tendency to overdo it. Time-frames and deadlines are meant to be only tools, a means to an end and not an end in itself. Every element in this created system, and I mean each and every one of them, has certain probabilities of degradation and failure already built into them. These probabilities are interrelated, simply for the fact that the elements themselves are interrelated and inter-affected, and hence the created inter-dependencies form the fault-lines of any organization.

Now, it is very easy to take a narrow proclivity to the decision making process in an organization, by viewing every element as an isolated and independent agent, without considering the inter-dependencies. By focusing only on the tip and taking action, we ignore the hidden iceberg and the inherent dangers posed. Managers should make it a point to see the bigger picture, to understand that every element in the system is an inter-dependent agent of change, and lastly to never lose focus on the cornerstone of the business – the basic value proposition. In fact, by preserving and protecting these inter-dependencies, it has been clearly observed over a period of time, that the probability of failure for each element is significantly reduced, which in turn addresses the fault-lines of the organization automatically.

A typical example of this disconnect is the way human resource management (HRM) is conducted in the organizations of today. Most of them believe in a policy enforcement methodology rather than inculcation of responsibilities and values through the freedom of creativity and individuality. We must never forget, not even when blinded by corporate ignorance and ruthlessness, that the employees who work for us are no less human than us, with their share of conditioning and life patterns. People can, and definitely will, change as and when the respective situations in life call for the change; but to force the change for measuring quantifiable results is demeaning to the human spirit, the same that exists be it in employee as well as employer.

Policies and procedures were created to streamline the developmental process, and these are not binding in any way. The developmental process is the paramount aspect to any business, the central objective and task, around which all other efforts and engagements take place. It is the primary responsibility of all these support engagements to adapt to and find workarounds for any issues that might impede this developmental process. However, in many organizations, especially startups and those without a clear idea of workforce management, the rigidity of human resource management (HRM) policies proves to be otherwise by actually impeding the developmental process. Where is the adaptation that is much required to handle the potential of the workforce in an effective and efficient manner?

Human beings are by nature, individualists and freedom seekers who need this environment of independence to evolve into their finest potential, manifesting their true capabilities. With the world as their playground and life as their instrument of application, there is no limit to the grandiosity of human endeavors. But, to stifle this basic requisite of freedom is to curb the powers of imagination and creation that helped mankind make the world as we know it today. Man is not to be tied down and made to work on his creativity, as oxen are made to plough the fields. Any attempt to do so will only result in grave consequences and frequent delays to whole projects.

Any project working on developing an idea or a concept, a product or a service will definitely involve creative elements that require unconditional leniency to pursue their individual techniques. A creative element most always goes through a three phase cycle of learning, incubation and visualization, and each phase has its own distinctive modus operandi, which is very much related to the psychological profile of the creative element. To ignore this relation, to suppress or ‘discipline’ this profile to prevalent stereotypes in society, is tantamount to ripping the very creative power off the element.

Human resource management (HRM), as well as all other functions supporting the developmental process of any organization, should therefore, drop all rigidities and attempts to form regulations without considering all the inter-dependencies between the various elements, as well as the creative freedom of those involved in key design areas of a project. Take examples from major innovators like Apple and Google, where creative excellence is given the highest regard and hence their work culture is also suitably adapted to keeping this flow of creativity going. It is no wonder then that these companies are the leaders in their respective fields, and will continue to flourish as long as that spirit of human freedom and exploration of experience is kept alive.

The Passing Night

The light dawns on a new day, without any sense of misery
A gentle warmth shall cause the night spirits to fade away
When the wind beckons the breath to life, the thoughts ask
To be in a state of constant reprieve, to be alone and afraid
Beyond the dreams that spread wings at night, in the mind
In realms far away, worlds of many hue and beautiful too
Not just to the sight and the sound and the touch, yet more
We are here and also in every other time and place at once
Tracing the journey of a million lifetimes along the choices
All made to satisfy the curiosity of where this road leads us

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

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?

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 Essence of Life

Death is an affirmation of life that we all have to accept. Without any doubt or questioning on our part, we have to face the reality of our death, which may happen this very moment or in many years to come. So instead of procrastinating to this acceptance for later on, why not surrender to death this moment while alive? To answer this question, we need to understand what ‘being alive’ really means. What is life and what sustains it, would be the appropriate questions to define the epistemic comprehension of ‘being alive.’ I would place the answer to this form of questioning, the direction of this dialectic, as the simple propagation of thought. Because the continuity of our thinking, right from the age when we started thinking (which surprisingly, the vast majority of us would never remember) till this very moment is the basis of our unflinching belief and our knowledge of our ‘being alive’ and ‘feeling of life.’ Something deep within and unknown to our defining capability, some sort of energy or power is felt, that brings forth this belief and gives us this knowledge.

Maybe, according to my primitive approach to this line of questioning, the first cause we had for thinking was hunger. Why was hunger so necessary, and so important in being the origin of thought? Because hunger was our first reaction, the body’s reaction, towards sustenance; and so we cried and displayed thereby our first emotion. The body instinctively knew that without food it would perish. Which means death, and the ending of the feeling of ‘being alive.’ From there, the satisfaction of being fed coupled with the warmth of the feeding breast gave the first feeling of pleasure, and thereby the thoughts of attachment and happiness. Slowly the defining capacity of the mind models and labels our world with all its people, things and situations. The years roll on with all this labeling of the information gathered, the memories stored and habits cultivated, and these take its toll on the intelligence aspect of the mind. To make it falsely believe in its dependence on people, things and situations, or rather the world that we live in and equate it with the belief and feeling of ‘being alive.’ That deeper something within us is wholly forgotten, only to be replaced by a system of thoughts and concepts, like religion, tradition, customs and superstition. Such a fragile system is it, that even the smallest misgivings and trials of error can bring down its stability drastically. Alternating with these are moments of euphoria from desires and sensory pursuits, which confound the ignorance of truth and conceal it well.

I have a dog that is taken care off, given food and groomed well, and given regular sessions of affection. The dog will not leave my company in search of freedom, nor attack me because it has found security and a feeling of safety, which is the same as ‘being alive’ for it. The same dog if harmed or provoked to a great extent might bite me, yet it will stay because of its attunement to a sense of security and safety, which in its ignorance it is afraid it will never get elsewhere. Observe our usual living situations in any society, and the same behavior described above is clearly seen. Maybe we feed instead of being fed, and still the it is the feeling of responsibility or an attachment built on habit that replaces that original feeling of hunger and sustenance of one’s own life. We lead lives no more different than that of the dogs, and yet we are somehow different. I am aware of this difference, while a dog is not, and so I write. Show me one dog that has said otherwise.

In such a case what is stopping me from exposing this ignorance and living a life of freedom? If we attempt an explanation by bringing in the concept of love as the cohesive force behind relationships and attachments, then it is a very vain attempt. For love is not affection or attachment, but the very same as the feeling of ‘being alive’ and it is all-inclusive, with absolutely no conditions applied. So long as we do not mistake love for the desire for company and companionship that all started with the pleasure arising from the warmth of the feeding breast pushed into our mouth to satisfy our hunger, and the reason for our first thought. The moment of consciousness of this ignorance, we become conscious of the something within, the something that makes us believe we are alive, that which tries to sustain this belief through our bodily reactions, like hunger.

This is what leads us to the knowledge of reality, knowledge of our built up system of thought and thereby the modeled world, with its people, things and situations, all the passions, irritations and intuitions. By ‘being alive’ and accepting death, we bring about an end to this ignorance and all associated agitations of the mind, the very cessation of thought itself. In speaking thus, we comprehend the utter insignificance of attachments and relations, of our trying to force and condition other individuals and the foolish attempts to change our world while still blanketed in ignorance, finally forsaking our freedom and thereby curtailing others’.

Having come to this conclusion, which is only possible by utilizing the intelligence aspect of the mind and not by leading a thought-propagated, habitually and conditionally ignorant life, similar to that of my dog’s, we realize the essence and meaning of life itself. Absolute freedom, pure existence and evolution of consciousness are definitive concepts that an intelligent entity can ascribe to the essence of life. But when truer realization occurs, in that minutest instant, we become aware of that something deep within, something pure and powerful, beyond words and definitions. Something that nullifies all our fears and ends all conflict, the very source of infinite peace and timeless wisdom. That something is the essence, that which invokes within us the feeling of ‘being alive.’

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