Dedicated to Mystic Enigma within

 When death beckons 

When death beckons me

At the end of my day

Memories will cease

Whilst life exist

A few may remember me

Though doubt they will

Probably be forgotten 

Once I cease to exist

What comes next 

Does'nt concern me

For what lies ahead

Is way beyond me

To live this moment

Is all i can ask for

In utter humility, 

My only desire

For divinity is nothing

But that what surrounds me

And life is just this void....

This emptiness that engulfs me

Dedicated to Mystic Enigma within

 Lost Humanity... ?

Where has humanity gone

Why are they lost?

Are people just puppets

Or are they just lost..

Can they not think?

Is their upbringing so wrong?

Can they not be saved 

Are they really so for gone ?

Wake up oh child

Your mind is a tool

See for your self

The wrong that you do

The only reason you suffer

Is so that others may gain

Religion is a tool

To keep you in pain

Why not use your brains

To think for your self?

Why use others words

To cage yourself....

Has education managed 

To destroy a free mind?

Can you not free yourself

Can you not use your mind ?

Why be a puppet

and let others guide your life?

Why waste God's given gift

The brains that you have

What make you follow

Another's words?

Are you so dumb

Can you not to use your mind?

Humanity is lost

Is it because of you?

Would you rather follow the books

Or the brains given to you...?

I wish I could scream

At this world going mad

Then again I guess I am lost;

In the thoughts of my own mind...

Dedicated to Mystic Enigma within

Into the Emptiness


If only I had,
something to say
I’d rattle on,
night and day…
How my life had begun,
How it was shaped
What future it holds
That death betrays
The food that I eat,
Or the friends insane
The madness of the day
That sleep forsakes
Life as it dawns,
occupies my thoughts
The feelings of the moment
Don’t matter at all
As I look in silence,
Memories fade
Into the “emptiness”
Life shapes once again….


Bows

dedicated to Mystique Enigma Within

EGOISTIC


There seems to be this monster
All locked inside of me
Where I to free it for a moment
It would virtually strangle me

It’s gentle when I feed it
It dwells on thoughts & words
It has not limitations
A vision beyond my words

Struggling to keep it in bondage
At times it runs scot free
It kindles up a fire
That’s just not meant to be

It portrays me in its image
One I can’t detest
It can hurt a lot of people
Were it not locked deep inside

A few call it my ego
The largest they have seen
In all my reasonable humbleness
It seems so dear to me

Were I to ever silence it
And let the people speak
I doubt in all my wisdom
There a monster would not be

Bows

पिता

18June was father's day.
I came across this beautiful poem , Sharing today.

पिता जीवन है, संबल है, शक्ति है

पिता सृष्टि के निर्माण की अभिव्यक्ति है

पिता उंगली पकड़े बच्चे का सहारा है

पिता कभी कुछ खंट्टा, कभी खारा है

पिता पालन है, पोषण है

परिवार का अनुशासन है

पिता धौंस से चलने वाला प्रेम का प्रशासन है

पिता रोटी है, कपड़ा है, मकान है

पिता छोटे से परिंदे का बड़ा आसमान है

पिता अप्रदर्शित अनन्त प्यार है

पिता है तो बच्चों को इंतजार है

पिता से ही बच्चों के ढेर सारे सपने हैं

पिता है तो बाजार के सब खिलौने अपने हैं

पिता से परिवार में प्रतिपल राग है

पिता से ही मां की बिंदी और सुहाग है

पिता परमात्मा की जगत के प्रति आसक्ति है

पिता गृहस्थ आश्रम में उच्च स्थिति की भक्ति है

पिता अपनी इच्छाओं का हनन और परिवार की पूर्ति है

पिता रक्त में दिए हुए संस्कारों की मूर्ति है

पिता एक जीवन को जीवन का दान है

पिता दुनिया दिखाने का अहसान है

पिता सुरक्षा है, सिर पर हाथ है

पिता नहीं तो बचपन अनाथ है

Dedicated to Mystique Enigma within

Unchained



I wanted to dance
Or sing a song
Paint a portrait
Or just hang around
I wanted to laugh
That bellowing laugh
Whistle a tune
Or strum a guitar
Drink & get drunk
Just scream out aloud
Cry for no reason
Or mingle in a crowd
I wanted to clown around
As the world passed me by
Play around
Like a child in a park
But my fear was so great
What the world would have said
Would a fool I would make
Of my shy little self
As I sat to think
A realization just hit
Nothing was beyond me
I could do anything
As long as I didn’t care
What the world would think
My life would fulfill
The desires it brings
So all you folks
Who think me mad
I care a damn
Enough I have had
No more of your thoughts
The way I should be
Enough of this crap
Your thoughts I don’t need
Its my life, my world
That’s the way it will be
Take me as I am
Not what you want me to be

Satchidananda

Sat - I want to live a day more - Why ! Chit - To gain some Knowledge - Why ! Ananda - To have some Fun .... and Creation happened.

From Ananda .. Maya unfolded its Beauty through Four Ideas - Anu (atom) , Desha (space) , Kala (time) , Om ... IT reflected on Chitta - Conscisnce , when analyzed by Buddhi , The being by force of Purushakara , Watch the play through Kuthastha .
But when analyzed by Mind the Manas - then it get reflected in EGO and create more detailed universe of Maya , The Illusion.
The Causal body govorn by Pancha Tattwa those are - Gunas (Sattva , Rajas , Tamas) , Five Organ of Senses , Five Organ for Action , Five Tanmatras (no english) and Basic Five Elements ... and the Eternal being is grounded in Physical Body.

Until one knows that he is here to have Ananda , and will go back to eternal abode when he wish to do so , its fine ...... But when One forgets that there is no purpose of this life except blissful experience of self, the same maya created by him ground him eternally until and unless he strive to tear down this maya created by his own-self.

Hence the Yogi stays still in Kuthastha Chaitannya as long as they wish , a stage above Mind , Buddhi and Enjoys the eternal play of Maya .

See for yourself , It is very easy to get famous in this world of maya .... to be remembered by human history for thousands of years , (no clue ! ... Say become a humanitarian , donate a kidney , or Become a Mass Murderer , then become a Monk .. then go to facebook and upload a suicide video .... or slap a celebrity , or just scalp your own body part for the sake of beauty , then more scalp for more beauty - we all remember a saint or a maniac) , BUT ... the most Superior yogis go unnoticed.They Smile and Go.

GOD has never been the aim for a Sanatan Dharmavalambi ..... But Mukti is The true Aim. Know the Mechanics of LIFE as you cast it , otherwise , it does not matter how many time one prays , how many time one crys , how many blessings of saints one gets , NOTHING will work , And the mind will keep one repulsive from reality above Maya .

Below is the diagram I am uploading is Given by Yogiraj Shyamacharan Lahiri - Uploading it for preserving it .
It helped me a lot many years ago , may help many ahead.The diagram is from his Diary , but I made it in Paint.This will not make you self realized , but may motivate you.

Bows :)