Who am I

Swimming in the waters of consciousness
I seem to have lost direction
Holding on to a concept of Dharma
I follow the paths that appear

Married to the necessities of life
I try to stay Awake
The mind holds me prisoner sometimes
Only to enlarge my misery

Am I to laugh at this world
Or am I to cry for fate
Do I live life to discover
What paths will open up for me

I have my wants and fantasies
I cannot deny these thoughts
I want to be happy with one and all
Even though I 'know' I am Mirth in totality

Give me the strength to open up
Paths that seem to be hidden
Give me the hope and knowledge
To carry on the work of my destiny

Let me laugh and cry and hold
My wants and necessities
And be unattached to anything
At all times and places in this conscious fantasy

I Hold your thought and presence
In brief spells of clarity
Only to be shrouded by the problems
That haunt my faulty sensitivity

Let me talk and dance and cry
Along with the moods of the worldly
And hold thoughts at all times
Of the Truth that envelops all entirety

Kaala - Time

This disease holds me captive
As Time speeds past me
Like a drunk monkey
Bit by a scorpions fury

Into the abyss of silence
I wish to dive
To think and hold
My rare thoughts divine

While I rise from ths chasm
This disease spreads again
Hurting my every thought
Holding me against my thoughts

This ego, this lie
This life in a bottle
That rots and ages
And dies in time

What for this dream
What for this life
Crazed am I
With this desire for light

My ego, my disease
Death to supreme
Come to me My Lord
Kaala, my everlasting Love

I am yours
Sat Chit Ananda

Rumblings

Eternity in a second
Emotion in a bottle
Life; is it in this body


Philosophy and life
Back to back like a coin
This life is on a track


Am i more important to me
Or do i exist in He

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underneath those layers of resistence all that's left is the nakedness of our souls. pure. unfiltered. immensely personal and intricately simplistic. a fragment of truth in its most organic form. but with morter made of broken dreams and shattered hearts we brick ourselves from hurt. and although we secretly wait for that one person whom we will finally allow to break through, in reality we just sweep the ravages of beautific memories beneath the porcelin tiles of a million cold nights because we're ALWAYS short on love.

i read somewhere that the hummingbird's heart is the size of a pencil eraser, yet they can fly more than five hundred miles without pausing! their hearts are built thinner and leaner to endure the insanity of such flight but when they come to rest they come close to death. yet, they fly, breathe, and live more passion in their short two-year lifespan than a two-hundred year old tortoise retreating into its shell at the first sign of danger, heartbreak, life. i envy those hummingbirds for leaving their little pencil eraser hearts open to enjoy those few seconds, minutes, hours, days in the stratosphere. their infinitesimal souls fighting resistence, gravity, inertia...

Conscious Dream

The thoughts from past
Hold my mind
As friends and foes
Play their roles

All these a dream
No more I feel
The past I cant change
Just like my dreams

Could I have done this
Or something else
Would I be someone
In another place

Do I want to be different
Would I be better than this
Thoughts from the past
Are all that remain

Am I this for what I know
Or am I this because I am destined so
I claim I dont care
But why then these linger

These thoughts of yore

Change I want here and now
The past is gone
A dream well remembered
Can I change the now without the past?

The rain falls as usual
A chaotic calm
Forced by waters
Churning around

People wait like frogs
Croaking and screaming
Wanting to venture
Into the snakes fangs

Is this present because of the past
Or is it what it is irrespective of time?

Questions Questions .. no answer I know
To stop my mind
From its painful flow
Can I not change the here and now?

I conclude from the philosophies
That the past is a dream
A dream held in conscious memory

I can change no past
Nor is the future clear
Whay then pain myself
With every mans fear

The here and now is all I have
This is the very Truth I conclude for now
For I am conscious of a dream
A dream I hold so dear.. my life

I am ..
Sat Chit Ananda

In touch with Shiva

Here i am, an entity
In flesh and blood
Sick and tired
Of this mad rush for wealth

Holding on to sanities chord
I lie here waiting
For the moment to dawn
That moment.. I succeed

Waiting, I see through
This pin hole of a brain
and stop for a second
All thoughts of fame

A glimpse, a ray of light
When all around including i
Fade into a screen of varied colours

Life, a picture in motion
A movie in time
I see this world
inside thee

Om Nama Shivaya
Sat Chit Ananda

Open Skies

Open skies, Talk to me
You hang there for all to see
What do you see from up above
My mind lingers to know the Truth

Relook

HAd it on my pocket Diary. Came across by chance.. no dates

Ye Mind, gather yourself
Stand up and face
This war of life
Run towards this Truth of Life
Fall not in the gutter of the senses
Instead let the Nectar of Knowledge
Pump through your heart
Act Ye Mind
Act in this heaven
If you stop acting
You perish in the Hell of Dullness

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Where is the result
Where is the loss
Where is the person
Who put it all
Where is the Love
Where is the fear
Where is the joy
in doing it all
Ye Mind Listen!
Listen to the silence
And intuitively be the Truth
You are the Truth
Ye mind think
And Ye shall dissolve in the Truth

Work

This does no make sense! Posting it nevertheless! Who cares anyway


Music Work Love Life
Geting busy like a madman might
Whats in for one man
Seems too much for another..

Going on like a wind
Dragging dust along
Carrying a lot of thoughts
No time to offload and dream

Loving the change
Loving the warmth
Carrying on like a madman
Like no other exists in these thoughts

Time to stop
Think and relax
Break some rules
To get back on Track

How much longer
This life would go
Would my sense remain
Or would they leave me and go?

Right now I dont care
I carry on!

Peace

Walk on water
Sleep on ice
Will men agree to disagree
And let things remain nice

I know not which is practical
The former or latter
Will men live to find out
That love really matters..