Enquiry of science ends where mind begins and quest of the (spiritual) mind starts where scientific query ends. Millions of galaxies and celestial bodies move to a rhythm that the True Master knows.
Enquiry of science ends
Where Mind begins
Quest of Mind starts
Where scientific query ends
Eye of science
Looks for
Physical evidence
Has no time for
THE PROVIDER
Or
THE PROVIDENCE
Its big head has string of
Lofty claims
Pouring out of its
Oversized brain
And
A convoluted theory sprang
We came into being
Due to A Big Bang
That
There isn't any
CREATOR
Of
Universes and Galaxies
These Celestial Bodies
Are running on their own
Sorting out
Their own complexities
They don't understand
Anything that exists
Anywhere
Must have a Maker
Somewhere
A table or a chair
Cannot materialise
Just like that
Out of
Nowhere
A pot is made by a potter
Taking clay from the earth
But
Who created the Mind
Who created Matter
Who provided the clay
Who shaped the potter
Galaxies Planets
Cosmos Abound
Laws Perfection
Precise Selection
Created Orbit Timeless Time
Who created Cosmos
Cosmic Whole Design
Who made the Orbit
Who created Time
Animated Inanimate
Any Form Any State
Temporary Matter
With Without a Soul
It doesn't matter
Pot has its life
One day it 'ill break
Disintegrate and scatter
Breathing Bodies Destined time
Be born live and grow
When the Time comes
They have to go
Created Bodies are gasses
Solidified masses
All CREATED Matter
The Whole Entire Show
Reflecting Created Suns
CREATOR'S given Glow
Master Mathematician
Cohering Cohesion
Thought of every thing
THE MASTER MAGICIAN
Universes Millions Satellites Astound
Perfect Orbital Flow
Spinning Moving around
Astounding Incredible speed
Without any sound
For billion year or so
All Matter degenerate
Perish disintegrate
But these are still on Go
For these
Celestial Bodies
Is there any Lifespan
Can it be scanned
If So
When did it start
When will it end
MASTER
ALONE KNOW
METAMORPHOSIS
We humans are a funny lot
Throughout our life
We run after
Something
We haven't got
Unlike caterpillar
Which
Willingly
Imprisons itself
In Time's Cocoon
For
The Metamorphosis Nigh
And
Metaphorically
Dies
When the time comes
Blooms into a
Butterfly
Flies unto
The freedom of
The Sky
Which
It never sought
Unlike us lot
Who want
More and more
Here and now
This very spot
No patience
No slogging
Want everything
In the Offing
No Grace
Lets face
The Fact
Given slightest of power
Can't Handle
Cannot Digest
Take traffic Cop
And
His "I"
The Minute he dons
His uniform
Naught the same man anymore
Grows wings
And Flies
Can see him transform
In front of
Yer very own eyes
A man who been
Ruled over
All his life
Meek Sweet
Docile Servile
Free him
Give him a
CHARGE To rule over
And
Witness
The Ugly 'Soulful' Glimmer
Ye will see
The Haloed Saint
Metamorphoses
Into
An Ugly Sinner
And
His children
Neither Hope
Nor Any Glimmer
Exhortation in red ring
Veer Munshi
VALLEY Of DEAD
Man of God
Eternally anonymous
Seeking searching wandering
Eternally lost
In valley of dead
Probably the only one alive
In this hopeless desert
Of starving humans
Entrapped in fantasised oasis
Mirages of "I"
Dried off Deprived of
Life Force Life Juice Life Blood
Of selfless service
Selfless love
Barren scourge of
Open greed
Shameless avarice
Naked hatred
Senseless violence
Where lustful eyes
Obeying "I"
Commit rape
At every other step
Lest we forget
i am talking about
My very own
Valley of death
My friend
My anonymous friend
For you
There is no name
No fame
Only Pain
Out of this furnace
Of excruciating Pain
Soul purging frame
You alone
Will come out as
Purified
Philosopher's Stone
Celestial Clone
Pure Celestial Rain
For baser souls
Parasites like me
To bathe in To touch you for
Highest
Selfish gain
Squid Boats on the Gulf of Siam
Stephen Hannock
GOT To SHOW
Shimmering Glitter
Shimmering Glow
In this world of
High and Low
Everybody tizzy
To and fro
Unending Cycle
Unending Show
Ups and Down
Merry go round
Some go fast
Some are slow
In this immanent
Continuum Flow
If you want to come back
Refrain: If you want to come back
First
You got to Go
Refrain: You got to Go
You got to Go
And this my friend
Is also true
If you love someone
Fragrant Dew
Don't just sit
And stew and phew
Don't ever hide
You got to show
If you love someone
You got to show
You got to show
You got to show
This is a song for a movie.
Union Of soul with God
William Blake
LIFE'S LEDGER
Sperm and Ovum
i want to know
Which one leads
Which one is "the Seed"
If Sperm is the seed
Ovum is the necessity
It's dire need
If Ovum is the seed
It yearns for the sperm
It's prime most heed
Male Female
Attraction Repulsion
Positive Negative
Extreme ends of the same Lifeline
All-important imperatives
Every thing emanates from
MASTER DIVINE
So Pay Attention Heed
One without the other
Both are in vain Futile indeed
Young and Old Craven and Bold
We now come to Body and Soul
One without the other Incomplete Whole
Soul leads
Needs the Body
Body needs the Soul
Body Perishable Dodgy
Soul Imperishable Mould
Soul is Prompter
Silent Often violent sorter
Pure Consciousness Link Voice without cords
Inner Temple of The Lord
Ever present Learner Observer and a Guide
Personal Life's Ledger Silent leading light
Credit Debit Record
Carried through yer Lives
Soul enters a body A brand new Abode
Credit Debit Balance
Unblemished Code
Life Long Challenge
Life Long Growth
All through the lives
Life long strode
In the final surge
When "I" in the Soul Dies
Soul is fully Purged
Will Fully Merge
IN SUPREME SOUL'S
"AYE"
Aleppo Citadel, Syria
SAD ASSAD
Prosperity founded on blood and tears
Of the poor and the weak
Political dynasties built on oppression
Tyrannising the meek
Will not last
Managed adulating crowds
Picking up babies
Kissing old ladies
Won't wash away
Sins of gory past
Sowing seeds of hatred
Creating division of hearts
All this to perpetuate
Own dynasty Own family Own caste
People will always exploit people
Till doomsday
But here
A whole nation
Gone astray
Hell bent to offer itself
For damnation exploitation
Just after one day
A respite from thirty years
Tyranny Oppression
And Fear
Crying Wailing
Flowing Tears
So used to the straight jacket
Dictatorial rule
Refuse to listen to
My heart's wail
Soulful travail
Of this ignorant fool
Senseless flagellations
'Omnipresent leader'
Abject libations
Cradle of civilisation
Old Wise nation
Already missing
Thirty glorious years
Nothing to worry
Nothing to fear
Crown prince
The heir
Leader's parting link
Papa's tall morose treacle
Oozing gory jinks* Clamoured by The suicidal kink
Of those wise people
Will take over
And
i stand over
Watch and weep
In anguish and pain
Fellow humans Siesta Sleep
Ancient wisdom Cranked
Offering their bare bottoms
To be spanked
Again and Again and Again
Is it an old civilised fetish
Mass mania depressive
Or
Myopic patriotism
Obsessive Masochistic
Obscene nationalism
But i am amazed
At the media's coverage
Vested Rewarding
Eulogistic Verbiage
"Heir's statesman like"
Epitaph
Declared successor
Before he starts
Feeling Confused Angry Sad
'Assad' Please don't
Just another Of the media's
FART
* Mischievous Boisterous Drama
In response to the International TV coverage of Assad's funeral in Syria by CNN.
Creation of Adam
Michelangelo Buonarroti
EVOLUTION IN THEORY
They say man is evolved
To his wants habit necessities
He revolved
Lost his tail
His claws His dumb wails
Of time before
Stood on two
Instead of four
Of time afore
'Coz of his needs
Environments Circumstances
Aspirations of his creed
But monkeys are still monkeys
Apes drumming breasts
Still thumping thighs
Chimps aping humans
Birds still in sky
They say
Evolution is selective
Despite adaptations mutations
This theorem seems defective
Sloth is still a sloth
Despite millions of years
Or
Has evolution stopped
Humans aspired to fly
And swim
Since the beginning
If we could lose our tails
Could surely grow our wings
To fly
Or
Grow our own fins
To swim
Why fishes are still fishes
Apes are still apes
And not been evolved
Maybe
Evolution has finally stopped
Most men been shaving off
Facial hairs They hack
To have female like face
They dare
Years after years
But in every single case
Nature slaps it back
On their smoothened 'lovely' face
They chop up head's hair
Without concern
Without care
Each time hair comes back
With flourish With flair
Going by this theory
Men should be born
With a crew cut
Their faces minus stubble
So that later on
They are
Spared of shearing rut
Any shaving trouble
Evolution means
Growth Progress
Not
Losing Values Principles
Going backwards
REGRESS
Its about the role
These play in our life
Its about the Soul
How we Strive
Still worried about
Tails Wings
Body Limbs
But Why
Its Soul
Which
Grows or Digresses
Progresses or Regresses
Not the body
Which wears out
And
DIES
These poems may not be re-produced without express permission of the author.
![](javascript:openWin("http://www.sikhspectrum.com/052003/images/newton.jpg"))
![](javascript:openWin("http://www.sikhspectrum.com/052003/images/butterfly.jpg"))
![](javascript:openWin("http://www.sikhspectrum.com/052003/images/sept95.jpg"))
![](javascript:openWin("http://www.sikhspectrum.com/052003/images/siam.jpg"))
![](javascript:openWin("http://www.sikhspectrum.com/052003/images/soul.jpg"))
![](javascript:openWin("http://www.sikhspectrum.com/052003/images/aleppo.jpg"))
![](javascript:openWin("http://www.sikhspectrum.com/052003/images/mangelo.jpg"))
