World at odds (WAO)

This is not a blank; it is something I need to specify soon.

 

It was a cottage, placed in the wilderness,

I was sitting in dark, waiting for them to join,

Slow music playing in, Deer’s and sheep were dancing in my head,

The table in front of me was rocking,

The glass and bottle stare at me imperfectly,

Temptation were dark as always, wait got agonizing,

Golden color in silver light, I cannot be more poetic,

I break the law, took few sip to warm off,

It was cold and unnerving; they never seem to appear,

I gutted one for those, for whom I kept waiting,

I enjoyed it a bit more, wait is always fruitful,

2, 3 and 4, I had enough, to have a new soul,

Then it happened the first one come and sit next to me,

Shuffled the cards, placed the deck on board,

Got a wicked smile, gutted 2 more as a welcome breeze,

5 and 6, no more counts, 2 more come and sat in,

Cards in hand, I did played joker to the game of poker,

The one on east seem to be my shade from young,

The one on west seem to be my image from present,

The one from no direction seem to be my reflection from future,

All laughed with me, drinking my whiskey,

All cried with me, sipping my whiskey,

Last drop spilled on floor, it created magic,

She appeared and all boys vanished,

She grew stronger in color, I grew pale,

I needed more to my head, to make her wane,

She had made it sure, it did not happen,

I got a hiding behind my 6 edged bottle,

She grew brighter in color,

I remembered nothing after that…

I think I slept on floor, milo licking my face,

That’s how often party ends,

It is a voyage of a pendulum,

Time is constant, gravity useless,

Poet in me wakes up, the very next day,,,,

Labels: Abusive best, Ankoen dekhe, Blanks, citric, drugs, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Life

My 6 string making sounds by own,

Time to tune in the poor thing,

Making noise at wee hours,

How can I forget my love?

Time and altitude takes its toll,

But how can the you in u change,

I drove early tonight, ate early,

It still shines like a true fender,

But it sound horrendous,

Time to touch her, gently,

I tuned her, but I will not play tonight,

It is my lost love, the love from old,

I need to rise to her level once,

She play music, I make noise,

Don’t get into me & my guitar,

It is forgot and love relation,

No complains, be in love,

When we touch each other,

Time to sleep, but I still did not played in her!!!!

Labels: Blanks, Generic/vyom, love, rock

 

You being nice to the world,

Thinking it of reciprocating,

What it does in plenty,

Hurting you, burning your world,

You should have learned by now,

The craft of being nice,

It is sold at $ 2 at the next block,

Pretension was not in your action,

Evil was not in your eyes,

How venerable you are of being hurt,

You do not know difference of,

Actually and seeming to be nice,

You should have learned by now,

The craft of being nice,

It is sold at $ 2 at the next block.

Do not be nice, it hurts me to see nice people around. Please be crafty or stop being nice.

Labels: Blanks, citric, Generic/vyom, Manthan

I had never seen an eye with my I,

I have been too arrogant to look at me,

I have been too withdrawn to look at him,

It took me to the day; I and I had to face off,

I lost all I loved, coz of my I being strong,

I got all his gratification, coz of I being weak,

I kept my head up all day,  I made it fall down in night,

I slept in night, I cried in night,

I and I got married perpetually…

Phir roz ek din…

I shot I……..

One left dead one left alive

The one I that lived went on to live happy unendingly…

Labels: Blanks, citric, Generic/vyom, Life, Manthan

 

Will you agree with me, I know you all wont, but I had known people who did? Is there anything other than happiness that make you feel content and at peace? You being away from state of chaos and not able to differentiate what exactly are happiness or sorrow? Hallucination is something I suppose bring you there. Does Marijuana give you a state of happiness or something else? I do not want to write something crape here.

Is happiness everything?

How can you be happy, if you won’t have car, jewel or a kingdom of own?

Yes you are, coz you know you cannot have them?

How can you be happy, if your boss shouts at you, your wife always niggle?

Yes you are coz you know you cannot get a better job or lass.

What else you look for than happiness?

Ask a fallen lover who longs for sorrow,

He enjoy the pain, the languish in the backyard.

But then there is the story of the rosebud.

He had enjoyed everything in life, but missed that moment of true happiness.

Is happiness everything?

You enjoy lot many things without being happy,

Come back again and again to suffer the fate.

If you look for happiness as everything, you look for discontent,

The absolute term is nothing, so shall I Call it,

Is happiness nothing?

Labels: Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Manthan

Crater of fear and anxiety,

A meteor hit your life recently,

Keep looking at it, do let it grow,

Till other start falling in it,

You will love, when all start talking about it,

I know you still saddened,

It is just a cater, people have big depressions,

You ask the almighty one,

To hit your life with a meteoric storm,

You got pleased, now you have gloom in abundance,

Crater of fear and anxiety,

It is big enough to swallow everyone,

Stop looking at it, start finding some victims…………

Labels: Blanks, citric, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Manthan

I heard the story of sunshine and the ghost,

It started on a late sunset, when ghost come to see the sunshine,

He comes back next day, to see her again,

He kept coming back every day to see her again,

Sunsets were followed by sunrise,

Ghost got addicted; he lived his part of nights adoring sunshine,

It does not seem so for to be a story; sunshine has to know about the ghost of night,

The gracious moon was observing the story,

He played his part, fooled ghost to come early and be in front of sunshine,

Sunshine was dazzled to see someone so dark and shying away from her reach,

Ghost did not basked in her light to leave sunshine waiting for the next rendezvous,

It does not seem to be a story so far,

Ghost got scared of the fear of having heart, sunshine got baffled of liking the dark,

Sun heard the story from his pal moon,

Both played there part in making it a story,

They eclipsed the very next day,

Sunshine and ghost stranded in front of each other,

The silence was the word of affection; love was the meaning of this calmness,

Sun eclipsed over, ghost vanished, leaving sunshine,

What next was love confession?

People had sunshine on a cloudy day, people sighted ghost everywhere,

Sun and moon, agreed, they did a blunder,

Sun let know sunshine, she cannot survive in darkness,

Moon let know ghost, he cannot bask the radiance,

Sunshine and ghost were left in this lurch for ages,

Then one day come the present age,

Which took darkenss out of night to the day of sun?

People were darker than the ghost,

Sunshine competed with the fluorescent,

Sun and moon has lost their importance and prime,

But they had something to correct before both fade away in oblivion,

They eclipsed once again,

To bring sunshine and ghost in close distance,

Eyes stuck, calmness personified, wind stopped,

It was the meeting of eternity,

Nature blessed as he got balanced by artificial,

Sun and moon smiled to approve the union,

Sunshine and ghost never left each other sight to make it,

An endearing and perfect story.

Labels: Blanks, Fiction/flights of fantasy, Life, love, Manthan

Now this is something never happened to me before. I was not able to concentrate in work after returning from the strange orchard, the drums kept on beating in my ears. By now I have assumed I have offended the spirit of the Orchard by throwing a stone at the drummer. I had to be in orchard soon and I was there in no time.

The drummer was still there and was playing the drums at the same pace. I had to confront him, but why I do not know. I was standing next to him now, but I was not able to read his mind. He had shunted the waves of mind. I thought of splashing water from pond on him to disturb his single speed rhythm. What’s that, he did not have a reflection in water? Wait he had a reflection, it was me. The confusion has set up and as all my life when I get agitated, I am supposed to do something awful. I started splashing water at him, so that he gives me some attention. He seemed to be a black looking figure but now with water reacting with him, he kept on changing colors. I heard another drum from other side of the pond. I looked back to find one more drummer. He looked the same. I splashed a big stone in pond and water spilled all over the place. Now I have four drummers playing to an absolute rhythm.

I have to break this spell of magic or whatever it was. I composed myself and sit on a rock and kept on watching this noise show. Only thing that come into my mind was, this is a mysterious place and only thing for people work here is imagination and happiness. I need to confront the drummer by this but not by tricks of the habitual world.

I closed my eye and imagined to pick a flute in my hand and I had a flute in my hand. Next thing was playing the flute. I have never hissed a single breath in a flute but today I was performing like a world beater. In a minute, five of us were jamming in perfect unison in the strange orchard. The more I got confident and played the flute to the beats, the more they started disappearing. In next 15 min I was standing alone next to the pond. I was playing the flute and enjoying the place. Now the lotus has started to flutter to my music, even fish’s started summer Saulting, two sweet looking squirrels were also dancing..I felt like a magician…

And the next minute I was in a meeting, with my boss staring at me. I think he asked me some question and it seemed I was stoned here for ages. I had the internal smile of Buddha; I said politely to my boss Sir, please come again.

Labels: Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Manthan

 

I was feeling very exhausted yesterday night. I wanted to take a break of my daily routine and wished to be at my favorite orchard. The harder I tried, more difficult was for me to transit. I tried sleeping early, but I did not have a dream. Went to the roof top, gazed at sky nothing seems to happen. I was getting frustrated at this bit of moment. I was going to return home, when something stuck me from back. I turned back but I did not see anything. I entered my room and I smelled the green grass but cannot fell it. I washed my hand, water seem to be as fresh as one from the lotus pond. I closed my eyes in bed, and in a flash I was at my beloved place.

I had some strange feeling; somehow strange orchard did not seem to be strange today. I think I have been visiting this place now very often. Walking tree and talking fruits looked to be business as usual. I rip a fruit from a tree and ate without giving it a chance to blubber. It tasted like cabbage, still something were strange here. I was starring at the broken wall, when I started hearing the drum beat. It was coming from the west end of the orchard; I remembered there was a pond of blue water with loads of yellow lotus flowers.

I saw a guy beating the drum near the pond. It was first time I saw a human intruder into the garden of odds. In place of waving or shouting to grab his attention, I threw a stone towards him. Oops I threw it hard and it splashed the water from the pond. The drum beat grew stronger and it seemed to be more like a war cry. I turned my back to see how far I have come to find it was pitch black behind me, orchard has vanished. The drum stopped beating, I turned back to see blackness. All has vanished, strange orchard has evaporated.

The cold shivering wind woke me up, I found myself sleeping on the roof top. And guess what I had a very refreshing day today, seems orchard broke my routine, but I have more unfinished business left in the orchard.

See you soon in the strange orchard.!!

Labels: Fiction/flights of fantasy, Generic/vyom, Manthan, panthaism

Please refer to this hyperlink for more, It is a copy paste stuff, do not assume much out of it.

http://www.circle-of-light.com/Mantras/om-mantra.html

Om Mani Pedme Hum (or Om Mani Pedme Hung), is the most common mantra in Tibet, recited by Buddhists, painted or carved on rocks, prayer wheels, or yak skulls and seen around most usually. Tibetan people, almost all Buddhists, do believe that it is very good to practice the mantra of Chenrezi, the Bodhisattva of Compassion (The protective deity of Tibet), which may, relieve negative karma, accumulate merit, help rescue them from the sea of suffering and achieve Buddhahood. Speaking the mantra loud or silently, spinning prayer wheels with the mantra, and carving mantra into stones are the usual practices.

Om, symbolize one's impure body, speech and mind, and also the pure noble body, speech and mind of a Buddha. Buddhism claims that an impure body, speech and mind can be transformed into pure ones of a Buddha, who was once impure and later by removing their negative attributes, achieved enlightenment on his path.

Mani, the jewel, symbolizes factors of method, compassion and love, the altruistic intention to become enlightened. "Just as a jewel is capable of removing poverty, so the altruistic mind of enlightenment is capable of removing the poverty, or difficulties, and of solitary peace. Similarly, just as a jewel fulfills the wishes of sentient beings, so the altruistic intention to become enlightened fulfills the wishes of sentient beings", the Dalai Lama says.

PADME means lotus and symbolizes wisdom. Growing out of mud, but not being stained by mud, lotus indicates the quality of wisdom, which keeps you out of contradiction.

The last syllabus, Hum, means inseparability; symbolizing purity & can be achieved by the unity of method and wisdom.

Labels: buddha, Life, panthaism

A farmer can sing about his cow and farm,

A soldier can sing about his sword and army,

A lover can sing about his gal and jiffs,

What you sing about my friend…

Oops you don’t have any classification,

Neither a soldier nor a lover, and never ever can be a farmer,

You got a gal but no moments to talk,

You got a sword but no bravery,

You got a cow but no sweat,

Want to get classified,

Start singing about the thing you know the best…

Labels: Blanks, Generic/vyom, Manthan

• When in doubts, pick one among the mentioned two, listen to others or do not listen to the others, if you fails to pick the one I assume you will not be understanding this....panthaism [ Sermon from the Coldness ]

• If you cry for foul, you are weak,If you do not cry for foul, you are meek, So better play only those games, in which you foul. [ Sermon from the field ]

Labels: Generic/vyom, Life, Manthan, panthaism