Every day we have two dreams Or so to me it seems; One is lived out under the sun Stars hover over the second one.
Why are we so attached to this life When in death we do not taste the absence of life. Do we not in sleep every night Die to this world we hold dear. It is a different matter We wake up again to the same world. Do we not also every night Dream up a … Continue reading Attachment to Life
Who knew that the time No less than three palmists predicted That come 2020/2021 I would cut down my activities And devote more time to spiritual sadhana Would come a trifle sooner than they predicted But hail to the smell of joy and freedom From the many cares and skirmishes That social media, Or for … Continue reading The Season of the Pursuit of Truth
I do not exhaust The possibility of Truth, Neither does my family Nor my friends, Neither does any country Nor any race.
I once met Truth on its solitary walk And considering myself lucky I engaged in conversation. "Truth," I said (Surprised at my own boldness To address Truth thus) "How do I get to know thee better? I am ready to renounce everything For thy sake." "My child," Truth said In a friendly tone, "You need … Continue reading An Encounter With Truth
Libraries are bursting at the seams With printed paper, reams upon reams. To know it all is virtually impossible Even if it be ever so desirable. So, depend on the knowledge of others If any pressing problem bothers.
Let us not talk about God; Forget and cast aside religion, When goodness in heart we have not, Reason clear our minds see not. Steeped in our ego when we are Simple things appear to us distorted. We smile? Yes, we do! But, Pettiness has long played its dance On the fragile stage of our … Continue reading Not Secularism but Humanism
People often ask me "Hey, why do you not Raise your voice When so much is going on All around you, The kind That makes your blood boil And gives you sleepless nights?" I say to them, "How do you know I am not? My silence Need not be construed As consent. There is much … Continue reading My Silence
Yeah, love is great and all that But there is more to the human Than mere sentiments and emotions And what we love today We may not tomorrow Such is human nature Fickle like a snowflake Amidst all these changes There is something that endures Something that is more real us Than mere body and … Continue reading Not Merely Human
I listen to the voice of the few Who drum on my ears The knowledge they knew And went beyond desires and fears. This is what they say In pointing out the way: Our happiness is hostage to uncertainty And when obtained, is transitory; We seek for it all the while outside While its wellspring … Continue reading The Teaching