Wanton Need
12/20/2020

the rich and the poor,
forever striving for more,
one, slave of greed,
the other, wanton need

My Muse
08 - 10 (2019)


elusive self, that leaves me wandering,
my companion, 'tis deserted me so,
hollow are thoughts, devoid of coherence,
in thy absence, the mind frustrated,
all a forest of words and floating alphabets,
lacking compilation of a meaningful sentence.

if thy shall not visit me, as before,
diminished mind and thought, for sure,
then rest my quill forever, I must,
lost are excitement, thrills of creation,
partake I must, of your nectar, your elixir,
one last sip, to quench the final thirst.o

Untitled- XXI

08/07/2019



.....and so I silently let the tears roll down,

for now they are my only companion.....

FORCES OF CREATION

Structure



.......continued - 2



Existence: is energy/matter,(Prakriti), the Observable. Particles for all existence are already in existence. None can be added, and none can ever be lost. While form and function may change, totality never changes.


to be continued......

A living scarecrow

05/23/2019

I am here
Where shall I park
Park yourself
In the fields

I find a spot
And tie myself to the cross
(bless me father,
for I sinned...
...cut it out
no hilarity,
this is work)
Early dawn
So glad I got my coat on

I see the sun rising
What an exhilarating scene
Sky exuding
Pastel yellow, orange and blue

Here comes the conspiracy
Or is it murders
I must Google how to
Differentiate between ravens and crows

They perch themselves
Firmly on me
To briefly rest
And steal from the field

This goes on for hours
As they also dutifully
Do their duty
On me

What the hell
With their talons
Digging into
My flesh

They can't tell
I'm real
So they go about
Happily

I'm more scared of them
Rather they of me
Well we all got to
Make do somehow

Today
I was a scarecrow
Who knows, what
Will I be tomorrow

Untitled - VII
05/04/2019

To truly admire nature in all its beauty
Or the one artists laid down on canvas
Step back, increase your field of vision
Symphony of images your mind shall see

A ballet
07/13/2019

At the break of dawn, light
nudges her slumbering lover.
The cast of light and shadow,
pirouette onto the earthly stage,
and with every passing moment,
a new poise is shaped in place.

Now, the drama being played out,
that stretches all through to dusk,
the fluid movement of the artists,
mesmerizing objects in their wake.

It starts off with the shadow,
being nudged to life by light,
and the slow movement draws,
two lovers into each other's fold,
so by noon you see only one.

But like all the sad tales, this too,
by the beginning of the dusk,
see the lovers, part ways.
For light by Sun is no more,
and only the lonely shadow,
now covers the earthly stage.

Realization


Realization, is the first step

Self Realization is the path to achievement."

Untitled - IV
04/06/2019


This story has many tentacles
Fervently awaiting "The End"

Untitled - IX
05/07/2019

It's not the vice, it's the indulgence
Moderation

Deep Space

12/20/2019



Look up to the Heavens

and the Wings of Imagination

is all one'll needs to soar

Fool I am....
08/01/2019

Fool I am, by age old
Still searching, for *** of gold
Over the horizon, I am told
Directional map, I am sold

Fool I am, by age old
Early morn, my bones are cold
Tools, I can no longer hold
Not in body, only mind is bold

Fool I am, by age old
In damp caves, map I unfold
Inhale pores, of the mold
In bed, after being scold

Fool I ain't, by age old
Imprinted on mind, vein of gold
Back I'll go, when no longer cold
In my hands, riches to hold

Untitled- XXIII
08/15/2019

Wishes are for fools
Hopes are for gullibles

Well here I am -
a gullible fool

Radicalism
05/25/2019(R)


To defy the establishment
And freedom to express
To shake the firmament
Is the reason I confess

No thought or idea
Is born of a committee
Against all odds
It's to voice ones individuality

There's no question that
At the root of all knowledge
There stood a lonely thought
Not born of school or college

The masses that flock
As the believers of the word
So freely they mock
Differing views when heard

They call one on the outside
An heretic and a radical
That is only true, if the
Intent is forced ecumenical  

No thought is too wild
No idea too abhorrent
Once it gains acceptance
It all becomes coherent

Masses may find no relief
Radicalizing ones individuality
Not realizing that their beliefs
Were born of same mentality

Black n White
10/26/2019

black on black
white on white
precious thoughts
out of sight

black on white
words or art
brings to light
artists craft




diversity is the spice of life

Emissary
02/11/2019

Tormenting Mind's vicious demons
Won't allow soothing sounds, or
Outstretched arm to touch its soul
Meanwhile knowing the pain and feeling it
You can't help but reach out, hoping,
Hoping for a sliver of crack in the demons armor.
!
-
?
But, what does one do, when the demon is HIS emissary
Will HE relent, if I don't consent

Recounting
01/28/2021

The soul that once did harbor me
Arret, for just another moment
Before thy venture to don anew
Ghostly, listen to what is spoken

Remembered I am, in what manner
Are them words, exposed from heart
Hopefully, laden with joy and laughter
Less, recounting regret infused shards

Untitled- XXV
08/26/2019

naked,
stripped
of my aura, my soul

Could, Would n Should
12/22/2020

Contemplating  on 'could' and 'would'
Ends up wasting the precious moments of 'should'

Unraveling.......
2015 - 2019



While no logical conclusion, yet emerged
All plausible definitions, lack certainty
A void, in our understanding
Leaving us, as lost souls

While the purpose, is still elusive
And its origin, at best unknown
It's existence, is paramount
For continuance

While many accept, what's preached
Uninterested, how 'twas reached
I'm still prodding n probing
In search of that illusive

What we inherit, when birth'd
A pit-stop, on its journey
Answerable, to none
Its presence eternal

So here's my conclusion
It outlines, all living ghosts
Changing hues, while absorbing
The karma, of its intended hosts

It preceded, the individual
With certainty, survive it as well
For all intent, it's non-destructible
Only to be absorbed, in its bigger self

It's visibly, invisible, a cloak
Encapsulating, forever a companion
While influenced, yet never the influencer
Our only lineage, through many incarnations

The answer to life's triad mysteries
Answerable for our deeds, is incarnations
The purpose for our being, yet remain illusive
Finally, the nature of the everlasting soul, is - aura

Untitled - XLIV

06/23/2021



intelligences failure

inability to extricate stupidity

A republic, if you can keep it
02/14/2021


A republic, if you can keep it
No truer responsive wit
Giving power of democracy
To individuals, a constitutional gift

Words, laboriously crafted
Differences unfathomable
Multitudes of thoughts drafted
Before goals became achievable

Common aims took precedence
Appeasement, norm of the day
Marrying unholy alliances
Compromise, the ultimate way

Appeasement, compromise,
Essences to achieving final goals
Not born out of convenience  
Necessitating moderate control

In the Now political environment
Extremism infused, herd mentality
Bowing to the presence of Lies
Trampling Truth, devoid of causality

FORCES OF CREATION



Structure



......continued - 3



Observer: (soul, Atma, Purush),

gives credence to Existence.

This non-entity entity,

devoid of form, of conscious only,

the observer, the Perceiver

affords essence to all, including space,

time and energy/matter, the Observed,

and as such, its presence is paramount.

In the absence of the perceiver, all looses relevance.

It's definition remains inexplicable,

yet understanding it is crucial,

as our very own justification

depends on it:



  to be continued......

Time
11-12/2021


is all I have

teases me with freebies
yet costs me dearly

is heartless towards my pain
offers me no relief

is my nemesis
playing me like a fool

neither a borrower
nor a lender, you ever be

pretending to be motionless
there’s no escaping you

I know you well
too much of time together, you and I

witness to all my deeds
you’ll release me when good n ready

Serenity
06/24/2019


Serenity, how shall I recount thee

By the silent breeze, that kissed my cheek
By the gentle waves, that lapped my feet
By the song of birds, if you please
By the flowers fragrance, Opps! I sneezed

By the yawning, of the dawning day
By those white clouds, floating by
By the veiling, of the setting sun
By the full moons night, so cool and dry

By the rolling fields, of golden wheat
By the autumn colors, of the leaves
By the vibrancy, of the poppy fields
By the majesty, of the redwood trees

By the ballet, of thousands in flight
By the dance, of a mating call
By the honeycomb, the bees create
By the rippling waters, of a meandering stream

By the coral reef, rich in colorful wonder
By the Northern Lights, awe and splendor
By the million ways, nature presents itself
By the younglings, innocence still intact

Keeping Hope Alive
01/12/2021



2020 had been a trying year
jolting us into reality
Gripping humanity in a vice of fear
Testing our mentality

Deep fissures exposed
Questioning unbridled insanity
Make haste, those that opposed
Voices of intellect n sanity

Will need those voices of reason
To aid the cause of humanity
To subvert the acts of treason
And overcome all adversity

New vistas, keeping hope alive
In 2021, leaving behind incredulity
Yet we may still survive
On the strength of our versatility

Legacy
06/17/2020


One is a compilation of all things past
And the moment one ceases to exist
That's what's perceived as ones legacy
As such, forever it shall persist

Hill
06/20/2019

...at the end of Underhill Road


This wild forest, covered the Hill
At end of a short road, was that hill
Underhill Lane, sits my house, still
Off of a road, Brits named Underhill

Loved escaping into that forrest at will
That wild Forrest, which covered the hill
Drawn, for fresh tamarind, have my fill
To get at right pod, had many a spill

Early morn, in that forest, quite a chill
Birds chirping, picking fruit in their bill
As children, surely a thrill was that hill
At end of a road, Brits named Underhill

FORCES OF CREATION

Structure

continued ....5

Individual: unencumbered by the existing,
free of the social norms
and open to all knowledge,
respectively reigns supreme,
is truly liberated
and earnestly enlightened.


Self-realization: realizing for SELF
is cardinal, essential,
acceptance through thorough understanding


Desire: is the root cause,
that initiated motion into existence
and the very nature of birth urges one to act.


Imagination: the purview of intelligence only,
a great motivator of creative evolvement

As born.....
06/27/2020

Having being judged, naked

my soul is stripped of its aura
my mind is stripped of its knowledge
my heart is stripped of all desire
my being is stripped of its identity

I journey to Purgatory

Palpitations
02/14/2019

Uncontrollable Emotions  Strange Pulsations
       Together  Alone
               Elation  Anxious
               Love Smiling  Hate Frowning

Inequities - I
07/19/2021

The inequities imposed by a clan of humanity
Have reached such unparalleled obscenity
They absconded, the whole human race
Portraying themselves, as its only face

At the very beginning, the ruse was laid
Unincumbered by pain to procreate
Formulated laws for mastery
Using religion, claiming only themselves free

It is shocking to see even today
Their control, over all, at display
The male of the human species
Must dethrone or disposed as feces

Hail! Democracy
02/02/2021

Corruption is now the currency,
of the mind, body and soul.

A somber voice
A mourner declared,
look, my child
there goes democracy,
on the shoulders of extremists,
to be cremated, for certain.
No, no Phoenix
this time, it's ashes to ashes
never to rise again.

I stood solemnly,
watching the funeral procession
The pallbearers, all looked familiar
They were the enablers,
the pacifiers of evil.
There were no tears,
no sadness in their eyes

Entrenched,
moral compass skewed
Self, only self survival,
now paramount
Whether ruling, or in contention,
disruption, the final objective
Yet all the subjects heard

Hail! Democracy

What became evident
They were all Brutus's

Emotions
12/05/2021


In silence you exist
In screams, a prerequisite
You are my spirit
By you, I’m conscript

You are my essence
You are my defense
Every fiber of my action
By you, I’m fashioned

Invoke II
02/04/2016


If beholden to a higher power indeed
Invoke the Almighty in your hour of need
Let us make only two wishes, that
If granted, be those of knowledge and death

The former, while we must live
Be constructive, and of ourselves give
The latter, the departure of our soul
At its earliest, join the almighty fold

Maybe if
06/29/2019

'maybe if'
a road seldom travelled

'only if'
a road never travelled

'if'
an infinite distance
between
actions

Untitled - II
04/29/2017

between light and darkness
only darkness it eternal

Turbulence
03/06/2021

Inconsequential, in this sea of humanity
The purpose of existence alludes me
For whom, this charade being played
Lifetime of pursuing, aimlessly wandering

Perform, content, equanimous in demeanor
Profound understanding, meditation afforded
The torrent of knowledge, itself tormenting
Direction still oblivious, a storm is brewing

Brain scrambling, gathered debris of knowledge
Searching semblance to floating chaos of existence
Robes of responsibility, anchors of burdens on mind
Logical conclusions, conclusively self defeating

The journey traversed, inheritance of birth
The battles been raging with forces unknown
Humbled, escape from action improbable
Consequently, I breathe, till time’s end

meshed within the creases, a smile of contentment
12/02/2021

The creases on his face,
showed signs of a thousand suns
The callouses on his palms,
a thousand moons
His eyes held a thousand stories,
for each time he went to sea

Now, the beached empty hull,
of a weathered boat
Broken mast, torn sail attached,
hanging over the bow
The worn out oars,
and the tethered net,
rusted harpoon, knife blade tied
Strewn about, hooks,
empty cans, labeled baits,
an uncorked pewter flask,
a fishing pole

Ask and one would learn
He wouldn’t change his life
He wouldn’t give up his memories,
of each time he came through the storm,
withstood the scorching sun,
and those hard cold dawns.
For meshed within those creases,
a smile of contentment.

Living in the Moment
12/30/2018

Since we only live in the moment,
A moment is all we have
So why don't we use this moment
To live the utmost we can

Moments past are gone
So let's not dwell on them
Moments yet to come
Are still non-existent

Those we wish to remember
Or wish to be remembered
Then let each moment count
And become a moment ourselves