WHEN THE HOPE BURNS

When the hope burns
The day dawns

When dreams runs
The tear turns

When eyes don't look back
The mind is back on track

When the Sun shreds the cloud
The heart beats and my eyes speak aloud

When you know the only reason for living
The mind solely indulges in reaping

When the hope burns
The day dawns

Window Sill

The window sill
The courage unknown
I reach out
Stretch my hands
All the colors of the rainbow
Is all I want
The want was always a part or me
Never something other than me
Am I beyond my own reach
Am I beyond the colors of the rainbow
That I see
Beyond my window sill

What is That I Can't Do For Money.

I'm All For Sale,
If You Have Some Money.

Only For Money,
I Can Love You,
Let You Love Me,
Before And After Death
I Can,
For Some Money.

I Learnt It By Heart,
The Anthem For Some Money,
I Fake My Feelings ,
If I get Some Money.

Sell My Life For A Pot Of Gold,
My Half Brother Was Always Money.

The Strength Of Money Is True,
The Inner Voice,
Calls To Employ The Mind,
Only For Some Money.

The Human Need To Know,
How Much Is In Store,
I Worship,
I Pray,
For Some Money.

You Must Be Sleeping,
You Must Be Dreaming,
You Must Be Dead,
If You Aren't Worried About Money.

Feeding The Creatures On The Borders,
In The Name Of My Land,
Feeding The Creatures In My Domain,
In The Name Of My Security,
I Fear The Loss Of My Money,
My Sleep For Sale,
If You Give Me Some Money.

The Gateway To All Soul,
Is Bought By Money,
I'm All For Sale,
If You Have Some Money.

Death Won't Help,
The Burial Ground And My Ceremony
Would Need Some Money.

Till I'm Living,
What is That I Can't Do For Money.

The Highest Interpreter

The speech halted midway

The vision stuck in wonder

The breath choking itself

Turned me in to one big question mark

The void was - was lucid

It took some time for the senses to come back

I needed words to describe it

Call it a mystery

Or a starless night

The knowledge of earth seemed undone

The thoughts endless

Shouting was my brain

Was the abyss bright

Pure crystal or light

The existence was the bond

That held me to the question yet unborn

How rich can unfathomable space be

As if every atom in universe was a game

I laughed

I knew nothing

Bonded was I by time and space

Presence could never be comprehended

Were the rules of this heavenly game

May be existence made me

The highest interpreter

That is all that far I could go in this game.

Devoted to life

Smile let in itself

Life let in

The dying heart

Devoted to yesterdays

Laughed death a goodbye

It had fought hard

Held on to all dead

In rare times living too

Smile from heaven

Let life in life

I stood back and still

Eyes welcoming life

Calling on my heart

To feel it beat

To feel devoted

Devoted to life.

And how the smile had let itself in.

The wet sands of time.

The feet sunk deep in to the wet sands,
Every step forward held a promise of eternity,
Leaving no traces behind them,
They could see what was there,
I saw only what I wanted to see,
They knew
What I had still to know,
They already had
What I had still to search,
They were already walking,
As I was still thinking,
Thinking not about
What was there,
Thinking about
What I wanted to think.
But those were the wet sands of time.

The Storm

The clouds gathered

At the edge of the rocks by the sea

They desired to change

Change to a storm

Life was plain

Plain floating across the land mountains oceans

Changing their mind so often

From certainty to uncertainty

Today by the ridges

Wishing to be gone

In to the something after death

As they gathered

At the edge of the rocks by the sea.

Pain

Shut tight
Are you tonight
Open up
I need to see you
You my eyes
You saw the pain
And it was clear
You want me dead
Here forever
Anger in memory
Is always living
Nothing can tear it apart
So open up
You my eyes
Yes
I need you tonight
Even if You would
Set Ablaze
This I of mine.

Without a split

The cell split
Had it a choice
It would still split
It is in love
It does crazy things for love
Loves growth
Loves life
It splits for growth
It splits for life
Its THE movement of LIfe
I want to grow too
I love life too
I fear split
I fear to loose
I don't want it
I dream to grow
Without splitting
I'm no stupid cell
I invent faith
I invent hope
I invent Heaven
I invent the sham theories
To grow
To live
Without a split

The Cobra

The Threat Was Imminent They Thought,

They Were All Over The Field,

Swords And Sticks To Cull The Cobra,

And Its Entire Family,

Who Would Have Threatened

To take A Single Life Out Of Fear Maybe

Fear Of Humans.

They Risked Their Entire Crop And Chose To Kill For An Idea.

Why Did The Man Fear?

Why Did The Man Kill?

Kill The One Who Saved His Crops.

When Black Is Out of Sight

I See Black

And Reflections Of Black

Cause I Want To be White

Not A Reflection Of White

I have To find It

I Can't Find It

In Despair I Cry

It Exists

As I See Its Opposite

Keep Seeing

I Assure Myself

Till Absurdity

Takes Me Out Of Sight

What Would Happen To White

When Black Is Out of Sight

LIFE IS

All that the life can and wants to do is

To live

All that the entity wants to do is

How to live

All is the you

The dreams are you

The dances are you

The questions are the you

The answers are you

Are we you, you ask

Are we dreaming, you ask

The whispers are you

Its all that life wanted

To whisper you

Life IS

THANK YOU

withered stone

Stunning and dark are
The lines the curves and the pits of my withered stone
Across the mountain river beds that it has travelled
Thrashed and brutalised it was
How could life treat it so well
Cloaking the hits and bloodsheds with perfume of wise
The mystifying song has a lot of grief
Cutting and sledging is all it has known
Stunning and dark are
The lines the curves and the pits of my withered stone

Yet and yet and yet and yet

The truth flowed as it is

Just as the head rolled

There was no soul

No centre

No psyche

The relation

What was I told

What was it that I was sold

I had to believe

I had to hallucinate

I asked

Answers were the same

I asked

Yet and yet and yet and yet

Till the head rolled

And it was only then

The truth flowed

Built In Intent

So somehow this built in intent to keep learning invites the so called blocks/problems in my life, and they in turn actually help me grow, and I still have the choice to let go of that intent at any given point of my life.
I can choose to stop breathing, and that does not help anything atall.

Ego.

The ego can never be denied, as the reality of world cannot be denied.

The EGO AS IT IS and the reality of the WORLD AS IT IS, is something that there is no need to understand and that there is nothing to understand.

Accepting both is not the word, its that you can't do anything with both of them.

The question is are they a problem so enormous for you to deal with that you have to search the truth behind it.

What if people who led you in to a belief that the primary need of a human is to deal with his ego and in doing so can get in to terms with the reality of the world, WERE OFF THE MARK BIG TIME.

What do you do, where do you go from there?

Isn't the sense of goodness directly proportional to the true view of life?

how simple

The breathing says it all.

When in action you breathe in a rhythm.

When in contemplation you breathe shallow.

All His Heart-Beats

The Adolescent Walked Into Adulthood

Carrying With Him His Memories

Set Out To Trade

All His Memories.

Thought He

That They Could Make Him A Fortune

Well ....

It Was All His Heart-Beats

Woven In Some Fine Colors.

What Did he Know Of Fortune

He Asked Himself Many A Times

A Love That His heart Can't Contain

Or A Vision Richly Inspired

And Now He

Trusted The Universe Could Quench His Thirst

As He Knew

The Heart- Beats Were His Limitations.

"RAISE THE BAR, JUST RAISE IT"

What is this thing about consciousness that wants you to experience it, how can one be conscious about consciousness and then measure it.

Well I can't physically go back in to childhood and say why I liked a particular flavor in an ice cream and what different did it offer me then the rest of the flavors.

Nor can I study a child and speculate how would his consciousness behave fifteen or twenty years from now.

Things are constantly changing, our understanding of space matter and time have newer definitions and they too are being challenged.

So what is about consciousness that wants you to take drugs , or meditate or do yoga or a tai-chi or set out on a journey to find it, become a mystic and go inwards or study different philosophies made available by minds before us.

Honestly no one knows a thing about it, claimants are plenty and they have their own brands, operating them like a strip joint where they sell their brand of consciousness.

The more you bring in the brain the more you talk of chemicals and networking and the only conclusion that comes about is that the brain may be always acting in response to a stimulus, and never on its own.

So brain is out but yet forms a big part of a study into consciousness.

Experience too wants us to look in to the consciousness every time we think this was something new, the minute you say new , you bring in the memory too in to play.

The five senses provide us with a lot of data, and sometimes one or two senses get entwined too, making us taste something that we touch or see.

I have dust allergy and if I see dust and am in a air tight room and dust happens to be outside that room I still start sneezing as if I did inhale it.

I ask aren't I conscious of the fact that I was in an another room and there was no way that any dust could enter my nose.

The mind the brain and the five senses working in tandem and our availability of a language to communicate gives birth to a word called consciousness , and if that is true where did the thousand suns came from or the light visuals that come from intake of LSD, or the loss of body consciousness due to high blood pressure come from. Maybe the drugs, meditation, yoga, and all other techniques offered by medical people(ANTI-ANXIETY PILLS), religious people, a disney land, or a strip joint or people from creative arts just alter the levels of blood pressure and make that different levels of consciousness a thing to be explored again and again.

Its a great feeling to experience a different level all the time.

As they say "RAISE THE BAR, JUST RAISE IT"

Frustations.

If It Was Not For Frustrations,

I Couldn't Have Had Any Imaginations.

The Dark Long Corridors Of Frustrations,

Lead To Creations Of All Arts Forms.

Whatever That I Landed Myself In,
Was Because Of That.

It Is Living,
It Is Dynamic,
It Destroys To Create.

The Memory Took Away The "I".

Word By Word

As The Awareness Grew

The Memory Took Away The "I".

What I Know Now

The Way I Act Now

Depends A Lot On That Now

The Conflict To Bring It Back

Was Lost Long Back

Can The Memory Let The "I"

Express Itself

Can I Express

learning begins

where memory ends

SETTLED?

How can I ever allow myself to settle?

No, never.

ulcers

ulcers are absolutely fine, nothing wrong in having them, whats wrong is when they start bleeding.
you don't want them to bleed ever, it hurts bad.

the pain that makes you feel at home...

You send invitations for a party, you end up being the only one invited, scary, funny, NO, frustrating.

The first morning of your relationship with someone special that made you feel great before that morning, now makes you question your happiness, her happiness.

You start sending feelers out, make adjustments, try to understand and so does your partner, so it's like both try to throw a party at different places the same night at same time and both invite each other, but you can be at only place at one time.

Yeah, well...

If love is the pain in the pit of the stomach, a constant pain, that pain makes you feel at home.

So is it the companion that you seek for some meaningful discussion that you can share and have a great time or the pain that makes you feel at home?

rhetorical question

it was always a rhetorical question:

who am i?

IN ALL WAYS

THE MORNING AFTER

What happened next

There always have to be a next, right

Well now

Even the PROMISE of a

Healthy Life

Better Life

Amazing Life

Life Here & Now

Blissful Life

Religious Life

It Doesn't Matter Too Much Life

Transformed Life

Ecstatic Life

NATURAL LIFE

Silent Life

THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS " WIFE" LIFE

One Life

The Last Life

Transcendental Life

AFTER LIFE

makes me want to puke all life, rest of my life.

yeah you read right, PUKE.

Tears

And you were touched where no one touched you before
Wasn't a feeling
No it weren't the words too
Night like last
Comes once a million years
You never saw it coming
And it was better that way.
There is no song to sing,
Can't show your loneliness,
Yet the Eyes confessed,
you were touched where no one touched you before .

The Third Dimension

Existence undermines the very foundation of all human thoughts.

Leave the eyes alone and they can't see the roundness of a tree, all they see from any given frame is flat.

Automation

So what if you become very ACTIVE. It's not that
You step on the gas, however you come in automation. There is No way to know that it is the YOU.

The good bad and ugly

The only thing I knew was the GOOD of my image, you see I was taught to think positive. So I was forced to look at only the GOOD of my image. The image when destroyed takes the good bad and ugly with it.
The question is do you want to loose everything you have?

Fusion Through Combustion

In The Mind Of Hyper Space
I Hear Noises Far And Near
How Come Breathing Almost Shuts
The Depths Have No Emotions
The Stillness Just Before
You feel
Currents Heavy
Data Recording Is Lost Somewhere
As If
Millions Of Years
Have Gone By
Did Someone Say
Its A Single Cell
Where
Fusion Through Combustion
Takes Place.

oh my god ....

Oh Doctor! I want you to play GOD, tell me whats wrong with me. The mirror lies but your instruments tell the truth.

Confessing to you is much easier than in the church, your image creates more faith in me than that thing there.

I don't have the right questions, but believe that you have all the right answers, tell me WHY first the questions don't end.

I have tremendous confidence in you to give me the answers although most of the times I don't follow.

I want comfort and the belief fortifies me as the faith in your answer helps me learn, more the faith better the health, if the problem continues it is because of ME and not you OH MY GOD.

Please give me ice packs, comfort me, I come to you to experience my self again and again.

Oh my god.

So what's my point?

Whoever it was, who was trying to capture the highest breath in an conscious state is never there.
A dream cherished is shattered & just when it started to become a reality ... it was over. I never wanted the dream to get over perhaps. Whatever it is I will always remain what I am even in the next few hundred years doing the same thing, making the same mistakes.

What's the worst that can happen now?
I learnt that I can do away or stay with the answers. Attachment to your available answers do not need to be changed.

So what's my point?
What is out is selectivity and censorship.
What can the rain drops do when the storm is in its fullest.

A Short Story

The story continued and so did the hope. One would end the other was born through faith.

The Eyes shut in the night when thoughts succeed in continuing itself through some filthy fantasy.

Getting up needs some sermons or some pathetic painful yoga lesions or the neighboring parks sick laughter club.

The TV feeds you kellogs and soya so you can dream more and continue your " I - YOU - WORLD" story.

The FM channels manages to let you through your daily grind.
You froth and fume,tax your health without any force or will,
earn well and sometimes a lot to make the Doctors Lawyers rich.
It's a wild party and indulgence helps the story continue .
I simply Love it or say I'm simply loving it with a mouthful of a cheeky burger.
"Whatever" is the sms on the brand new E- Series, yeah whatever.

Many A Stars On Fire

The Eyes Could Hear The Burning Flames ,
The Natural Gifts Are All A Crime.
Shouting Was I In The Deaf Ears,
Sting Me To Heaven Was My Cry.
The Fate Lost All Its Tears,
Extinct In Both, Made Me Walk.
I Can Be Alone,
And I Need No Sunshines,
This Is My Strength,
As It Set Many A Stars On Fire.

The Shadow

The Shadow Hung From The Tree,
More In Sorrow
Than In Still.
The Birds Feared,
And Also Lost Their Hearts.
Fear It Not,Oh My Child,
The Shadow Never Hangs Long.

Confusions

Confusion Loves To Play God,
Always Makes You Give Up Things Easily.
Why Should It Hypnotize You,
And Choose A Life For You.
You Are Blind Not To See It,
You Claim You Don't Know,
That The Clouds Still Hang On To You.

The Sniper

Awake Was I Now
Awake While I Slept Too
Senses Functioning
As If They Were To Die
The Very Next Moment
Alert Like A Sniper Was I
Nothing Is
AMiss Now.

Neurosis

The head split last night ,
Head in red hung over the blue,
Frame sagging my torso as water washed away my humility,
The chill of the water shrinking my nudity,
Nudging me to stretch my hands and snap out.
Mirror weeped
Reflecting a mazed face,
As the red overpowered the blue.

AND......

And You Stopped

And You Saw I Shrugged

And You Whistled When I Whistled

And That was All You Had To Do

And That Was Simple

And You Did

And Now

And Now Would You Walk

And Dance

And For Me

And Let Me Burn In Your Arms

And Let Me Live Through My Death

And Let The Understanding Seep Through

And That There Was No Need To Understand

And That There Is Nothing To Understand

Respond

A Star UP There Responding
To The Movement Of
A Speck OF Dust On Earth.


The Deep Slow Breath Responding
To The Movement Of
The Dew ON The Grass Blade.

The Fingers ON The Strings OF A Guitar Responding
To The Movement Of
The Waves OF An Ocean Lashing The Rocks.

Colors Splash IN The Mind Responding
To The Movement Of
The Dawning OF A Living.

NO CAUSE
NO EFFECT
The Movement Of Breath
The Cycle Of Universe.

CROOK

Time Is Always Plenty

To Much Time To Do

All That I Do

I'm Not A Politician

Not In The Making

I'm No Saint

Not In The Making

I'm No Police Man

Not In The making

I'm No Philosopher

Not In The Making

I'm Just Your Friendly Neighborhood Crook

Yeah A Crook

And Simple In My Making

Nothing To Hide

Nothing To Cover Up

Time Is Always Plenty
To Much Time To Do
All That I Do

So Naturally

I Loved
Loved To Ridicule
To Kill
To kill All
I Learnt It The Easy Way
It Was Simple
All I Did
And So Naturally
To Lay Down
The Rules Of Conduct
For YOU.

The Rich Man

Money Poured In
The Rich Man Got Rich
How

I Imagined
Imaginations Taught Me
Subtle Was The Way
To Steal

I Got To Be Rich
I Got To Be A Thief

I Don't Need Money
All I Want Is To Steal

Thieving Is A High
The Dawning of Skills
Higher

And How The Rich Man Got Rich.

Time Travel

The brain by itself cannot comprehend time or the flow of time.

That is Physical time and there is no such thing as metaphysical, subjective and psychological time or timelessness.

It is the mind that invents time and all other forms of time. The thought loves to indulge in time travel and also loves to stay in a particular time frame, even if the incident specially a tragic incident has long been passed away.

The thought is so much in love for time travel that it invented astrology, past life regression and visionary men.

I find myself in great distress or pain when the thought travels in time, backward or forward, all it does is create anxieties and depression, makes me want to reach out and take help of astrology, meditation and all other techniques that slow down this time travel.

I'm in touch with a past life regression healer who is not ready to accept that indulging in time travel cannot help stop time travel of the thinking mechanism.

I also found out that people who talk of "HERE NOW" are also not free from this indulgence of thought for they have a vision to free people from pain and misery.

It is purely indulgence in thought and you are bored and the thought chokes you. You take drugs , meditate, work, have sex and so many other techniques to force you in to stopping these thoughts to travel in time.

Standing Still

The incoming breath brings in the awareness of existence outside of me, the outgoing breath reveals the awareness of existence inside of me. It is the breath which splits the awareness of outside from inside putting me on a merry- go-round all my life in trying to integrate the ourside with the inside. This integration is just not possible till I keep breathing, I have to as choking never helps. I'm stuck with it & the only option now available is to stand still.Awareness of breath cannot help integrate the outside with inside.

Toil

Fingers Deep In The sand
Knees Sink Through The Sand
Under The Blazing Sun
I Find Enjoyment
Is It The Work Of The Earth
Or Heaven Above
A Tear Drops
And One More
Till Eyes Empties Them All
Changing The Color Of The Sand
Nourishing The Earth
Nourishing Me
And All That Lies
Till Heaven Above

Reflecting My Own Light

Did I Leave The Self Behind

Oh! What A Question

That's How I Could Look Forward

I Ran Down

Like Rain Water From A Mountain-Ridge Runs Down

Me In Millions

Torn Away from The Source

Tell me

What Happens After Reaching Death

To The Self

Does It Have Its own Light

Or Does It Reflect Light

So I Had No Choice

But To Leave The Self behind

And I Was In Millions

Reflecting My Own Light.

A Hero's Life

Arrow Pierced Through Your Chest
Wrists Behind Handcuffed
Gets Your Chest To Arch
You Are Forced To Breathe
You Are Ordered
To Fight
You Are Told
There Was Never An Easy Way Out
With An Arrow Planted In Your Chest
You Are made To Live
What They Call
Life Of - A Hero.

The Born Unborn

The child in the womb

Rests there as the lord of the past and the future

Guarded by the mother this being the size of the thumb

Same today and Same tomorrow

No Sun Shines there

No moon there

And yet

When the being shines

All that with it shines.

Action At A Distance

Radiation is happening all the time, something that we can't do anything about it.

That's where the assumptions come in to play and we want to know what is that we affect when radiation hits our being, i.e the third law of Newton wants us to think about it.

We need a point or a test field from where we can start to measure. That point or test field cannot help us understand interactions of radiation and gravitation.

The fundamental instrument here being used is intellect, and the intellect becomes redundant because the brain functions or always travels backwards in time and physical perceptions functions or always travels forward in time.

Condense

Transformation can happen this very second. That's what the nature of water is.
The question is - why am I stopping it?

Delaying transformation can never help - it only delays.

It has to occur and it will occur.

When it does - everything is destroyed, this may be the reason why I’m trying to stop this.
Hey I’m a squatter there & all I end up doing is delaying.