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Rejoice

Today as I sit at the desk and look back, I see different paradigms that have caused a shift in my life. Neither I am able to explain what caused my shift nor could I think about my past revealing my nature. I have been put to different kinds of doubts and queries that I want to understand what the real meaning of this life is. I am an ardent believer of God and have faith in him .But what I wish out of this life have got a different meaning all together. All these years I have been musing about getting a career, working and achieving good appreciations in all walks of life. But today when I lean back and see, I am not interested in these aspects at all. And all my beliefs on God point to one goal in life. Will you be able to understand me as I am? My beliefs are wonderful and my faith keeps me on. I want some kind of peace with my life and something I want to achieve is beyond your thoughts. You may feel a kind of pity on me because I have spent my years on studies and now I am c

Sovereignty

God kill me that I made a grant folly To the bestowed emotions and feelings of attractive greatness and there I pity In the church where you hide behind you made me a kind of shaman those days And I made myself to egoistically like those things and I loved the miracle you covered yourself with , I adore Your divine grace and blessings showered and I liked the mental cravings I had There were magic in the being of self and cherishing those beauty of nature and thy cult of valor and occultism Now I receive no love from my self nor the beloved and I am indifferent To the world of emotions and I catch the glimpses of memories and love I had Today I am denied of memories lovable and watching the things of beauty God denied me and devil pryeth Crying scornfully prickling the self And the one whom I loved so much And God is denying the very act of Divine grace and I griefing you My act of sorrow and mundane scurry Virtually lacking sympathy nor love I dryly cov

A Happy Tale

I have written a note for you for you to know that I am in deep leisure There were days of doom and I regret To have those in my kitty killing my time Spending half of my time for you I nurtured a good amount of self thoughts To me to talk to God and be near And let me clap hands for the glory The nurtured ability to be near you makes my days happy and lustrous I need to make my days bloom with love ,fun and laughter With you I live and die All dearies have neglected me Your smile keeps enchanting my mind The rosy smell and the red wines near me Wines from grapeyard and chilled Taking me into a great embellishment My heart is temperamental to new waves I just live here as a mammoth Pierrot

Unconditional Love

Checking out auras in many people was one of my past times in office at noon time last week. Is it the real one which I see with a yellow vibrant outer covering above the head? It is very much distorted energy circle and I saw a feebly ones in many. Some of them where yellow in color and one of them in White color. Getting information about different powers humans have, I really got astounded and happy to see auras lately. I am not sure if that is the exact one and need to practice a little to get into depths. The Unconditional Love is only possible in case of divinity, and God may help us in many ways to reach our ultimate goals in life. My love towards Lord Krishna is Unconditional, no matter which part of the world I am into and whatever circumstances I may be entitled to. May be I am not clean enough to satisfy my Lord in terms of rituals but time and again I have thoughts about Krishna which makes me happy and sad too. Although divine powers are bestowed on the ones who migh

Feeling Astray

I have been wondering of the other things which might keep me preoccupied but it may never come to satisfy My feelings have a sad tale to narrate My other things are what I care about But never will it come to curb my thirst I am surrendering to these things lately All have gone falling towards the other side Keeping the very thirst at bay and the musings the feelings are very much beautiful and pretty but my heart ventures at the pinnacle I love the very feeling I have for you My dared dreams heaps up and I dare I touched the silhouette of your soft body But the shadow had gone past me The remains keeps the very mind going on It is you what I yearned and have thoughts about but the remaining things keeps up and selfless Cant you be a bit of a time less machine? Or maybe you dont want my presence to live in Succumbed to the heavy thoughts and the heart breaks Will there be an end to these feelings? Happiness is not flowing now for me And touch me so that I

My childhood conglomerations

The classy touch I have for my old memories My distinguished guests to honor for Those are the little ants injured  I bed them in my cotton coat I nurse them by giving them water and sugar Those are little girl's quizzical moments I am boasting of my childhood days I started swinging to and fro and Singing the beautiful song of my heart The graveyard near the far side of my house where my soul connectors lay deep inside I love to be in that swing with the grave near I sing the songs in the eerie evening  or post the afternoon and I swing very fast I have a deep connections for the bodies that lay there Of which only skeletons will be left off And the well which was very deep and vast I say vast because of the circumference its doesn't have a barrier and hence may fall the vastness keeps me really afraid And my aunt draws water from it nearing to the point of death The tree which had its branches into the well Climbing up and down  and now I muse abo

Dreams

When my heart vows onto something And I know it will not take me anywhere The temptations for a null and void love There are few things which can never happen The truth and the love are enemies And Lord has put truth as a fact To tell us that some things should work that way And heart beckons and breaks Still truth has the power to survive at all odds And silence has its own way to surpass the odds It heals; I say it heals but how? How can it heal? It is open and survived But never healed It has been overridden by life, But never healed And never to heal again, forgotten by life The wound still aches and silently forgotten As life has been into its gyration  I have my own silent moments Wherein I have my own feelings Those feelings are for me and to remember That those days where beautiful indeed Beautiful enough that there is no turn back No reverse gear to those beautiful moments I condemn, I fear That is how life wants

The fear of this Century

The way I want my life to be is astounding, pointing on things that bring happiness and success in tune. Desperately I do my work and the work/life balance here for an “IT guy” means just Office. The level of a Professional at the IT sector has gone down and musings and enjoyment of life is actuated. Today I just watched the movements and nuances of my fellow colleagues and felt pretty sad, as work has become the first priority for them and rest everything is secondary. I should tell them that (also tell myself that), work is like a rubber ball and life, friends, spirits, and family are like glass balls. If you don’t take care of these aspects, it is going to break into pieces. Life has its own paradigms. Laughter, fun, and emotions tune and attune to it to make it vibrant and beautiful. But I feel my life has turned into a mechanical and rather remote controlled one. Still I try to enjoy at work and keep myself pretty occupied with the chores of activities at office. Home has be

Thoughtlessness

The world is dawning on me I am sorry for myself being broken The pleasant wind and the air succumbs Vivaciously , I am pretty hard like a stone Serving the duty of having a life here Only thinking of opportunities, responsibilities And hectic chores , finally the money Just to earn a good cultured life Then when happiness is just a blank envelope with no messages written from the sender And the pity bulk, heartless and indifferent attitude towards world Makes every man a hard workaholic Criticisms clings around Loss and gain like a pendulum Just like sadness and happiness The two extremes shows you the madness curve At last the coffin is filled Of acquired gains and losses Of which heart is weighed against Thoughts are not good as sages say Keep away from them And every work you do involve a thought process Then how do you live a full life when thoughts rules your life? Calm mind should be devoid of thoughts And joyful days are running away Soul spa

Quran Verses

Verse 2.268 Allah promises you forgiveness from himself and bounty and Allah is all sufficient for his creatures needs , All Know er. Verse 2.271 If you disclose your Sadaqat (Alms Giving) it is well,but if you conceal them and give them to the poor , that is better for you .Allah will expiate you some of your sins, And Allah is well acquainted with what you do. Verse 2.274 Those who spend their wealth(in Allah s cause )by night and day, in secret and in public , they shall have their reward with their Lord.On them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve. Verse 2.277 Truly those who believe and do deeds of righteousness and perform As-Salat(the prayers) and give Zakat(obligatory charity) they will have their reward with their Lord .On them shall be no fear, nor shall they grieve. Verse 2.281 And be afraid of the day when you shall be brought back to Allah .Then every person shall be paid what he earned and they shall not be dealt unjustly

Chivalry and Divine Gestures

Today i woke up as a resurrection from dead and desolation things are held up on mind The waves are high now The sensations of love keeps me on The pain and the happiness are weaved as a knitting of a beautiful clothe I gift my inner mind to thee How things just come up when I wished, that is called love From high above...few little things which I cherished I am desperate at the few things which never show up I waived to you , and there you are Little hearts my Lord loves How little and meager is love sometimes but then there is always a day when love heaps from high atop cant you see? Have your heart to see divines

Agony will be distanced

There are no hands which are clean I have measured the weight of my love It is dark , black and lacks innocence The dirty staggered way it leads me into I have my own nature of impurity Coloquially inconsistent the two are And no more of tears to flow on The way the life takes me into flowing nervously at each step deep grudge have been the vacant heart Once and have now reduced to loneliness The miserable and the misery are void And may I not know what the misery is? To me whatever comes in between Have turned on as an addon To the constant vibes which are negative Negating myself to the positive note At last Lord has kept a negativity there So hopes bissect and clarity lacks now Treading high step by step to loosen the grip on preciousness This soul have been taught a lesson To succumb to toxic venations in me The meandering thoughts of desolation Have to continue with smiley vibes So that niether you nor anyone knows What I am or what I am into or upto?
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity, and there is nothing new under the sun.

Love Begins

I have my sincere heart for this world I am compassionate for the poor Yet I have not done things I want to The moron in me is sometimes naïve The pitiful agony of this world Cause me to have my love for them They are the part of my senses and blues Sentiments and love I have for them When the rich loot the richness The poor is again damned to the poorest To the beautiful earth I have my courage to kneed and waive the homes But do I have the richness? The alms and the bread they have For the day, little or scanty Make my soul ache and tears eyes Then where to start … I am doing my part in a small way I am insufficient and lack the force But dare to break the settings The equality lacks and peanuts suffice To the mentally broken and homeless To them my heart belongs For them my soul aches

Hapless Wordings

I am a possible fanatic lure There can be few axioms worth to tell the possible combinations of my mind Have to be fathomed with permutations To me a meager world of desolate senses I have broken up and given up on this altar Several times for the sake of truth My God has taken my on goings I need to cut open my vein to make in the flow of blood to the altar So that My God sees in me the hapless child To me warriors are just roadies or hippies And there were many in my path of co existence But to me the sheer mental conjugation of time And the partnership for a few minutes Are what these warriors are for Carving me from the core and cultivating the niche To me do they belong? No... I hate the wrecked attire of their mind posing themselves of their ugly hashish heart I want to work for my meager happiness To me do they belong? or my happiness? No Considering the nice and worthy wordings the cliché of their ideas are just for a time To me do they belong ? No Sh

Nothing - ness

I have smeared the lucky gem of opportunities I have sacked myself into an introversive subjugate And let not I be a mere hath of a wonder chap Who will let me know of my words and deeds? As I don’t know what I am into and up to Though shall I not get into captivation? To me life is a joy ride of no responsibilities Still clinking onto commitments and rules bounded That is the real mystery of this ride Until I lean and bestow my happiness before you And I am retired at an old age of no fun I guess With wrinkled skin and wretched time of no time Struck to the core self and fettered to the deep roots Of secrets, of mystery of life, of experiences carved Whom no one knows other than the self Then what knowledge have I gained to touch the heaven Nothing and Nil of myself The lasting capture of life is Nothing-ness Or absolute No!
“Prayer in the sense of petition, asking for things, is a small part of it; confession and penitence are its threshold, adoration its sanctuary, the presence and vision and enjoyment of God its bread and wine” (The World’s Last Night and Other Essays, 8).

Desi Musings

I have been reading a book written by Shobha De regarding the Indian or the Desi style of life and the comparison of this style with the International trends .Reading her book I felt good about the Indian culture and tradition and the way of her writing style was indeed nice. When the bhel puri is the yummiest one you can get on a road side dhaba or a chat center and when living in a city like Bangalore in the midst of beggars, rag pickers and lepers make the India what we call a poor country!!!.There is always a jive in which we live in a city so poor with different top class models of cars flying on the dirty and broken roads here…. The Indian passport is always treated as a third class one in the International airports and the way they look at you and treat you when you have a Desi color is almost pathetic. The cows, goats and dogs enjoying the freedom on the roads so stinking is awesome I should say  :( ! And the multi colored buses picking up the people from every stop, p

Only Ashes left now

The vows of a love that is casting There can be near words Of mere fantasy It is the world of fun and love Am debilitating into the ashes And I want to laugh out my vows My dreams materializes differently I wished for that peace I am seriously into some tunes Of a mentally ill born kid I don’t know my path of life I have lost that feeble path Which led me to happiness? If you ever come for me… I am void and null and I rejoiced In the silence of mine I am already Into the ashes of thy mystic love Find me in that place where you saw me I am in the smell of that wind And in the crushing silence of our parting Kiss me to a death so silent and I just have ashes out of my heart Nothing less or more!
Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. (1 Peter 5:6–7)

My Weariness

The Trance of something Godly is still making its way to me always. The loneliness may be one reason and the mind is ever seeking the need of a Soul who can bestow in happiness in me. When I used to watch the beautiful flowers in the shrubs and bushes, I really can see my God in them. The waiting for the love has paved way to the Godliness in me and all my words utter just one thing and that is my Lord, the Father of this World.  The sleep is more now and the dizziness is keeping me nauseated and trance going on in a vivacious way. The divine has bored his love on me that I completely forget the outside world and am into the deep state of elation which every mind needs. As far as my life is concerned every part of my mind is full with the consciousness of that deep love. Nurturing is the toughest part in this. Serving God means serving the needy but how can we do this? It is the toughest part when doing goodness to “you” itself is a busy schedule. Although I have the divine lo

Honoured Well

As I was dripped away by the warm waters At the shore And yet another spring has arrived Maxims glory on God I nurtured Ruined and annihilatied my piousness The cornored self in the vent of a pure love Murmured gently the illness and agony The ocean mixed with the crimson red Of the morning sunrise Lying down with a bare feet and cried He is a saint of a smile with curls And the plume brigtened his face glory I was honoured well and I cried I cried and cried... I can only glorify him and no other task will fit me... All in all I can only Glorify my Saint My Lord and my Beloved

If you Forget Me

I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek
It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust ..Samuel Johnson.

Holocaust

You may be a warrior of wind And can cast a disturbance of what may Truth of this light and love I have mentally put up what is right The initiative of a hell lot I have done for you Still the temptation haven’t gone past me But for the sake of destiny Which have put a wrath of a time on me… So please May I take this step of what may Call me a duper of a love so awesome I don’t need a chasm of merriment of life But a life filled with peace of what may To me I have gone much and Had the heck of the mental scrutiny on me There are times when the pros and cons are weighed And I find it better to be at a side Full of warmth of love and innocence I am an owner of this destined love And I have plenty of feelings of warmth and assurance Rather than a love which may never come It is a fairy tale and I got immersed in the beauty chime But it was just a mirror of images The Holocaust has come to an end Diamonds and gems I wished out of a love Never to bypass again i