Indian cobra

we have lived with the misery of mind
we have deep holes in our very hearts

no god will ever come on earth, ever
lets mould ourselves to the very best

who needs god, we are our creators
lets adopt the very blanket of creation

lets punch the darkness till it gives way
after all the universe was created thus

don’t run for shelter when trouble comes
it is there to correct some folly of ours

lets embrace it and steer life’s rudder
the winds are always favorable to life

All is conscious but its not aware
nothing is aware but not conscious

when everything is an illusion or maya
meditation amounts to fixity to the real

sit and burst the mental bubbles created
only then will the time truly dissolve now

Empathy, not compassion or mercy is the way
while dispassionate service dissolves the ego

Forgiveness is an inward gesture to heal oneself
once healed it eliminates the source of it too

kindness is an unashamed act of self loathing
kindness is never to be intended & always forgotten

every thought is a poison ivy -no end
heart loses hope and faith and god too

builder of the house is in deep slumber
strike, there is a chance to be awake

cant help some entity who is in heaven
till he wakes up in hell forever & ever

when 0 expressed, enlightenment of 1
when not expressed Nirvana for all

spider weave thy web of deception
only U know which strands don’t stick

elephant, pass me some ingenious life
i want to see ancestral history again

Oh peacock thy splendour can dwarf
the mighty thunder and rain in plenty

you hold the joy of the planet in feathers
UR dance heralds the eternal earth song

thy 7 bands with the ozone layer and space
justify your knowing the 7 layers of the planet

in the final analysis forgetfulness is bliss
since it is the memory that brings me the past

the seed of darkness and light has 2 sides
with the seed itself being  always benign

Brain is the vrindavan of Govinda & Radha
human is an inverted tree of this love for earth

You are the hen and the earth is the golden egg

why kill the hen in search of the mountain of eggs

only a mirror can cancel yourself with all your + & –
find it in the eyes of everyone and find perfection

nature’s mirrors are a man and a woman with child
be a samantak with a heart of spatik and saligram

a new wave has risen in the sea of doubts and stress
it neither knows the sea nor the land but itself only

now only change is the eternal constant for one & all
chance like dice,tarrot,stars,thumbs,stats,god, no more

I have worn masks one too many, all resides in me
but I dont reside in any, call me the eternal veil of maya

Vision stems from present construct of reality
Dream but as an desired escape from that reality

I have one vision – to dream
I am the eternal etherial egg called the vedic PURUSHA

It is always worth to over-react and compose
than to under react and decompose


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