From the day we are born Death's shadow is well nigh
We grow decay and at the appointed time we die
Pray what then is the purpose of our life
Is it to eat sleep defecate and multiply
Or
Jump up and down when happy In agony To cry
MASTER SET PRECISION RULES
Everything Everybody precisely follows
"Big Bang" "Mutation" "Evolution"
Black Holes Worm Holes Hollows
Complex Simple Convergent Diverse
Everyone Everybody follows
Without 'much' ado
Millions Billions Skies Universe
We'll focus on two
External Universe of Physicality
The Internal One of Spirituality
Enveloping Sum total of Equality
Of her him i and you
All are governed by HIS LAW of which main aspects are two
The Spiritual ones The Physical ones
Opposite worlds of two
Both these worlds have Hemispheres of two
Spiritual and Physical
Pure Spiritual at the top Gross Physical at the bottom
You ascend or descend betwixt the two
What you do is entirely up to you
Cosmos The Self Manifested Extension
of
GOD
OUR CREATOR
THE WONDROUS LORD
OUR MASTER'S
Eternal Paternal Nod
These Heavenly Bodies
Spinning at incredible speeds
Movements Orbits Heavenly Steeds
Gravitational Repulsions Attractions
Produce neither Revulsions nor Distractions
Billion Zillion Suns Stars
Perfect Order Perfect Balance
Studded Heavens flung afar
Perfect Harmony
Perfect Synchrony
Remember
Truth is Harmony
Harmony is Truth's Clarion Call
Truth is realised through Love and Compassion
For all
When Love and Compassion flows
Forgiveness Tolerance bound to grow
At Graceful Godly Pace
Of which Divine Wisdom Distillates
That
We come down to serve THE MASTER To fraternize To Participate
Naught to factionalise devastate
That in our World there is no room for
Malice Envy Hate
No Dogmas No Religious Fuss
No Divisive Games
Naught Them or Us
Ye and I
That
We all are Same
That
You must learn to Rejoice celebrate Earn and share
Fruits of your Honest Labour
That we are Many but One Are One but indeed Many
All Same Remember you are you HIM and your own Neighbour
SENSE OF PRIDE
When you convert people
By the sword
You increase numbers
Merely by force
By this dastardly act
You have now created
Refugees of maimed conscience
By compulsory spiritual divorce
You have
Birthright
Full right
To believe
Or
Not to believe
To think and express
As you please
When forced to toe the line
Coz you are minority
Or at a gun point
Of numerically superior masses
You are now talking about
Refugees of imposed
Fear psychosis
When Stalins of this new age
Tear down the Altars
Smash the Idols
House of Worship demolished
Of Any Kind
You are talking about sacrilege
Pre planned
Instigated acts of
Vandalism
By educated learned minds
You are now facing
Refugees created by
Mentally paralysed mindless kines
Hitler murdered
Burnt millions of
Fellow humans
Some Gentiles
Mostly Jews
Millions were made homeless
Couldn’t do with few
Became prey to hatred
Poisonous flow
Of his venom
But seed of the hatred
Were sown some
Fifteen hundred years ago
In history’s bosom
Deliberate Historical chasm
Genocide was Historical eruption
Pent up hatred Mental Corruption
Timed Pogroms Programmed Disruptions
Against established scapegoats
Invented imaginary foes
Offspring
Permanently Bruised Psyched
Like Phoenix they rise
A nation of compulsive luminaries
Should they be remembered
As
Refugees of hatred
Or Refugees of history
Chechnya Kosovo
Rwanda Kurd’s Land
Also inhabited by
Humankind
Same feelings
Similar Minds
Like we find
In motherland or Palestine
Somebody’s parents
Somebody’s children
Playing
Hide and seek
In
Mined nooks
Blown up sites
About time
Stop the madness
Of slaughtering people
Of the ‘other’ side
Stop “Patriotic” madness
Exaggerated
Sense of Pride
LONE TRAVELLER
i am a lone traveller
Commuting between
My Mind Heart and Soul
Goodness alone knows how long i have to carry on
Without any goal
Mind is engulfed permanently immersed
An ego flying Elf perpetually indulging in Self
Whenever i knocked at its door
Its always some where else
Has let me down so often
i don't consult it any more
My Heart is absolutely useless
Always lost in things material
Entangling further in the mess
Chasing beauty through the lust
In the end biting dust
Envy Greed Hatred Belligerence
Courting captivating my heart
Overpowering and successful
They are now permanently in residence
That's why i don't use my heart any more
'Coz of its stark naked ignorance
Now its my soul complaining
i have nothing in common with you
Been going up and down
Searching seeking salvation for centuries
But for you
i am still in the queue
i always come down to learn
And to earn my wings
Taking me nearer Nirvana*
Each time you try your best
To mislead not to let me succeed
To distract and misdirect
However i will state this fact
Whenever i am on this planet
i have to live with you
Participate in Life
Live through the act
But remember
When i Fly You will Die
And merge to and from
Dust to Dust
But I shall carry on
Must but I must
*SALVATION, Freedom, Release from cycle of Birth Life and Death
HUMAN PARASITES
Power
The greatest
LSD
Of human parasites
The Mightiest Mite
Or
Mightiness' Mite
They never contrite
From this hashish
This terminal malady
Once bitten
The above-mentioned bug
Tastes the blood
Of this harlot
Can never have
Enough of it
Power drunk melody
But end is always
Death and destruction
The consequential tragedy
This madness invariably starts
As an innocent play
All in the name of the cause concern
Great vision for their country Their brethren
Then overflows as patriotic fray
An ugly farce
In fact
They are myopic
Have no heart
Can only see up to tip
Of their bleeding nose
Bleeding of nightmares
Of permanent phobia
That someone somewhere
Is going to wrest the power
Destroy their 'perfect' utopia
They have a tumour
In their tiny little brain
Which takes over
And
Does all the thinking
Calls itself great Fuhrer
Great Conductor
Great everything of the creed
Throbs with insatiable greed
For glory and power
Control masses Make them cower
Intellectuals Academics
Artists Scientists
Custodians of people's conscience
Keepers of their soul
And The Alma mater
Offer their educated Learned minds
On the sycophantic platter
To be raped
Some willingly
Some as knaves
As the power expands
So does the tumour
And that is the counter point
Of this sad mad humour
But i am burning with consternation
At people's apathy and collaboration
In this so called innocent play
Glorious chauvinistic celebrations
Of their great sense of humour
Nudging Nurturing
Their innocent humour
Metamorphosing
Into
Mighty deadly tumour
Eskimo Nebulae
In response to casual chat with a
Buddhist Lama. Buddhists don't
believe either in GOD or the Soul
because they can't see these physically
as evidence. So no proof no existence.
(Though Lord Buddha believed in The Law of Transmigration)
MIND'S EYES
Can you see the soul
Enter the body
Or leave it
Can you see the fragrance
Enter the flower
Or leave it
Can you see aura all around
Glowing in abundance abounds
Can you see halo of saints
Can you see speed
In the mane
Can you see butter
Hidden in the milk
Can you see the wind
When it is still
Can you see electricity
Flow in cables pegged
Can you see chick
Hidden in the egg
Can you see light
Hidden in a switch
Or
A flame
Hidden in the wick
Can you see destination
Hidden in the path
Can you see
Success Failure
At start
Can you see veracity
Can you see ecstasy
Can you see tree
In a seed
Can you see buds
In that tree
Can you see fruits
In the blossoms
NOW
Can you see morrow how
Can you see in fog
Of mind
Or
Your own created Everest
You started to climb
Can you see
When on slide
What is on the other side
Going down hill
All the way
From the Everest of your mind
Can you see
Fire
Hidden in a log
Can you see
GOD
AYE
Sure
You can see
And more
With Your Third Eye
Not closed
But first you have to kneel
And Thirst
You have to
Feel "them" First
CROWS AND SWANS
Human Excellence is a virtue
Don't make a mockery of it
Awards Honourable Recognition Excellence's Rightful Due
Naught Bazaar merchandise or Merchant's Critic's Cue
'Tis for The Finest By The Finest
No more than A Well deserving due
For The Highest
For Luminescence The Brightest
For Fragrant Magnificence
Naught from ordinary to ordinary
The faked excellence
Or
Mediocrity to Mediocrity
Inferiority complex paucity
Honours on offer Fulfilling Options
Do the bidding With due caution
Awards Galore Invisible Auctions
Dime a dozen Favourite Adoptions
'Exclusive' rewarding pantomimes
Tiz-woz Exclusive tittering times
Of bright demotic denizens
Despite annually staged shenanigans
Charity Balls Grand
They simply don't understand
That
A crow will still be a crow
No matter how much ye scrub it with Milk Butter Snow
It won't turn into a Swan
Coz Dusk is Dusk Naught Dawn
Jackal will always be a jackal
Pretend frightening a Boar with a Roar
Or
Upping its tail from its groin
Would naught make it a Lion
Its tail up or betwixt its loins
Can still never make it a Lion
Anointed with Saffron Musk-Yarrow
Donkey will still remain a donkey
It will follow donkeys Into mud dust wallow
Award grabbing Wind breaking Conchy*
Will still be a donkey
Despite Honour Anointing spree
Coz jetty is a jetty Not the quay
Regarding myself Vain humble me
i chose the way i live
To me
Nothing They can give
For
Honour is more than what i 'ave got
i The Indomitable Soul
Finally approacheth The Goal
Before body limbs Rot
Before i Depart Ascend Go
Thank GOD and i know
Nothing Higher They can give
Nilly Nelly Tally Nil
Except If
THE MASTER WILL'S
Can Anything Bestow
Even ugly hideous dumb crow
Like me***
With Words Rhythm Flow
And
A New Beautiful Dawn
His MASTER'S Voice
His useless slave Fawns**
Transformed
Into
His MASTER'S little swan***
*Conscientious Objector
**Dog trying intensely to please its master
***With due apologies to Swans and crows
MOTHER TONGUE
One day my
MASTER
Came into my thoughts
Far flung
Asked angrily
What made you
Divorce your
Mother Tongue
Although
I Am pleased
That
You speak this that 'n the other
What about your own
The one which I gave you
Through the milk of
Your Mother
MASTER
Said i
That
i lost from the day one
The day i came of age
i was told
My language had no refinity
No grace
There was a systematic campaign
On the sly
Of lies
We were told
It was spoken
By the people
Who had no grasp
Both sides across the border
People who spake my language
Were shown to be
Mindless
Had no class
MASTER
Said i
If you want
Any proof
Check the media
See our films
Their tele films
The entire spoof
So much so
I was bleeding of this Umbrage
Half of my brothers this side
Would decline their Mother tongue
Feign the ignorance of their
Own language
The remaining half across the border
Threw their own language
In the dustbin of the History
Claiming that script of the language
Belongs to an alien Ism
Thus remains to them an enigma a mystery
MASTER
Got Angrier
Spake
HE
It is
Absurd
I Created Universe
Beginning with
THE WORD
Out of
WORD
Came
All the Languages
Some old some new
All Profound
All Equal
All MINE
Any one discriminating
Undermining
Any People
Any Language
From now onwards
Will go
Forever in Decline
Ye give
MY MESSAGE
Loud and clear
My child
Give it in yer
Own Language Divine
MALADY & REMEDY
Ferocious winds ruffling hair Soaking spirits lashing hails
We 'ere playing nowt a care Marching straight in the eye of the gale
It was Spring Childhood joy Madly chasing rainbow swing
'I' was the 'Narcissus' 'Lonely Cottage' 'My valley' 'My Springdale'
Loudest laughter loudest wails
I was bullying Pestering down everybody Crying howling wails
A Gust of Whirlwind threw me down flat on my face
And a stinging nettle stung me right in my tail
'I' the rowdy warrior turned white yellow pale
A wise old man helped me to my feet and said
Are you crying for being stung Your face is all mottled red
Nay said I Not crying for this pain
I was leading my friends
Was showing off brilliant mind superior strength
Whirlwind shuck me down Has brought this shame
Which caused me pain
Tears you see are tears of that shame
Wise man spoke thus
Wherever there is malady
MASTER
Always Provides a remedy
Do not waste time Wail weep or cry
Seek it find it at least do try
Your vanity is malady
Whirlwind was the cure
Nettle was thrown in
To emphasise wee bit more
Pray Cleanse mind pure
He led me to the spot where nettle lay humped
Few feet away grew Himalayan spinach lumped
Pulled few of leaves Rubbed it on my rump
Exact patch spot where stinging nettle stung
And Lo
Wise man thanked THE MASTER for nettle and the spinach
Well within few seconds the pain flew finished
i was once again Alive on the go
The 'Narcissus' was dead
So was childhood show
Said he
Climb all the mountains but first walk the hills
Narcissus nettle found abound
Valley full of Daffodils
Your valley full of Daffodils
my valley now full of Daffodils
HOLY SHARKS
Problem of daily bread
Is not solved for the living
Yet we are more obsessed
With Rituals and ceremonies
To dispose off our dead
Send them off
With dignity and respect
Yes
Most essential and correct
An absolute must
Some cremate Some bury
Either way
Ashes or Dust
Cremation was devised
That remains
Of demised
Were consigned
To purity of the flames
Of the funeral pyre
So that the matter will perish
In the sacred Fire
Philosophy being
To sever the threads
Physical attachments
Nothing left
Ashes and detachment
Free the living
Free the dead
Cherish the memory in you heart
All Bondage Shed
Reverence not for cremated spot
But
In your head
The problem is
High cost high fee
You need two trees
To cremate
Took thousands of years
To burn down the forests
To Denude To Devastate
The way we are going
Population is growing
By leaps and bound
Soon
No forests to be found
Topsoil blowing
Almost gone
Nothing left
To
Cremate or create
Dead or the Living
Time to do some serious thinking
When soul leaves the body
Its sheer matter
How you dispose the remains
Doesn't really matter
Ceremonies and Rituals
Rituals per tariff
Not spiritual victuals
As proclaimed
These obligatory Feasts
So called Gains
Act of merits
Not for Livings not for Dead
For holy priests
holy kitchen holy Mess
Yes Yes Yes
Speaking for myself
Without any fear
When my soul leaves me
Tie stones to my body
Shed a dry tear
Without wetting your face
Then dump me in the sea
Keep Environment Safe Without Priests
Out of range
Instead
Let
Holy sharks have a feast
For a change
LIFE FORCE
My body is not mine
Used to boast
It's my mind
My beauty My leg
Suddenly it dawned
That we all came into being
Through
Someone else's egg
Millions of sperms were suffused
For the ovum
All will perish
Except one
And that's precisely the one
The only one needed
And
Lo and behold
Life is seeded
But our life force is
The breath
In our breathing
New soul arrives
A thousand greetings
And
We all are in
Eternal debt
Of
THE MASTER
For His free air
Us freely breathing
Trillions of my cells
Dying Breeding
'I' in me
Always
Flying bleeding
It's quite apparent
Name given to me
Was given by my parents
So even that is not mine
Spark of life in me
Is purely divine
Again not mine
Heartbeat of my heart
Is beyond my control
Can stop anytime
Same thing can be said
About my soul
Will leave me anytime
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