Wednesday, 27 November 2019
Flower: "Wisdom: The Power of Negapos Thinking"
Sunday, 25 August 2019
Of Eternal Teaching and Learning
No CC TV to monitor, yet works sincerely
Loves, cares ever all, yet seeks rest never,
Oh my Sun, take me your son.
No guides to guide, no bible to follow,
Takes no selfie, likes no likes.
Yet lives to love, runs to give itself.
Oh rivers, make me yours.
Neither beautiful, nor ugly,
Yet kisses all that is beautiful and ugly.
Neither your enemy, nor your friend,
Yet remains the life of all and says to love all.
Claims no passport, yet goes everywhere,
Proclaims “the whole earth and sky is ours”
No locks of laws to lock, no chains of marriage to chain,
No teachers to teach freedom. Binds all, yet free from all.
Oh wind, mind me and find me to wind me.
Having no home to stay, yet the home of all to stay.
Not easy for anyone to carry, yet busy for everyone to carry.
Restless run for all, who run restlessly for all.
Longing for no one to care, yet feeds, cares and loves so long.
Conceived by none, yet the womb of all alive and dead.
Oh Mother Earth, the open university of all,
With compassion, patiently teach me patience.
Saturday, 17 August 2019
Poetry: Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Poet: Nobody
The pot is elegant .
The art in the pot is amazing !
The design is more aesthetic!
Material, worth a king’s ransom!
But what makes the pot I got useful is
The emptiness inside!
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Eliot’s The Waste Land is bottomless,
The five flowers in this waste land, with fragrance of the most mysterious soul.
Each line, the immersion of a universal spirit,
Each word in the verse, diverse.
But what measures the lyric a treasure is
Not the pieces of the masterpiece of the Master,
But that which is
Between the cantos,
Between the lines,
Between the words,
Between the letters.
With its absence, the presence of all be absent.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Tell me Why I don’t speak
Between the two words I speak…
Watch why birds don’t sing
Between the two notes they sing…
All things will commit suicide
If ‘nothing’ between them dies.
The mortals of human race will turn into one GIANT,
If the gap lapses.
Oh Emptiness , the source of all resources, thou art so beautiful!
You are in, so I can come in.
You are out, so I can walk out.
You give way to all, to move and play the life within you.
You are omnipresent, why can’t you be God for me?
You came before all came to start the game of Universe.
You will be more when all will be no more.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Ah Seventh Sense , When you stay back from the mad race of the race,
You go ahead as the head.
Be attached, you are one with one.
Be detached, you are one with all.
Stop searching to find what you search.
Forget it to remember what you always forget to remember.
Die of past and future to be born here and now.
Be empty to be full.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!
Wednesday, 22 May 2019
My Verse for the Makers of the Universe
Poet : Nobody
I’m mischievous.
I decided to try the mystic art,
the Black Magic I learnt from an ancient book.
With tremendous power attained in Deep Meditation,
I deleted, with little playfulness, all Atoms in the universe.
I silently watched, before me,
The whole universe disappearing.
Like a villain, I roared with laughter,
Danced in ecstasy, cried in pride – “I’m the Savior”
My earth, The Waste Land is gone,
With all its heartless hearts, idiot scholars,
Drowning drunkards, Hypocrite politicians, ugly inhuman humans.
Big Bosses, now not even small pieces.
I watched silently …
Billionaires, with trillions being dragged into Emptiness.
All Presidents and Heads being pulled into null.
The space, also sucking me, with all my worries,
And unfulfilled desires, relieving me from eternal slavery,
Became Clean,
Empty,
Dark,
Silent.


