Eyes and Soul

If it wasn’t for the lights that shadows would never be alive,
Shadows impacted by clear lights, reveal the unseen from the alive.
What about shadow of light, is it clear too, does light changes to malign some and glorify few?

Eyes never see the truth; it’s just lights passing through lens,
Even, complex of all, brain just make some sense.
Only the infamous heart knows, its mind game,
one will face the same question time and again.

Once strong and formidable empire fall to form the ruins,
Some piece decorate rooms in the museums others got mounted on frame.
Kept me wondering why, I guess it’s the power that holds empire,
while empires failed to hold power.

Search for finding soul (God) is as elusive as finding “Yeti”, what if there is no “Yeti”
Elusive makes it wanted and rare, some claim to have seen, to trust or distrust rest upon you.
Struggle to find what you need to find is more elusive,
forget the soul you are more elusive.

Still There

As I always thought that you can be somewhere by then or should be here by now,
Moving always at deliberate, but steady pace, resembling that moon very often.

Battered legs walking for miles and months, grumbled about the time, I should be there on time
Beast wasn’t fast may be took some days; complained the same.

That fossil juice burning wagon was definitely not deliberate, took some hours,
He still protests need to be on time.

I don’t know while in the wings of jet he feels the same; he needs to be there on time????
Whatever the outcome might be, I imagine if he is still there???
Lingering on the same issue and with no doubt he is getting the same answer.

Keep Chasing

She said yes and everything was over, the struggle to reveal was over,
Over was the desire to get closer, thought of getting loved was over, because she loves me now,
I know her too much; much more she knows me now,
How can I undo time, where I was trying to impress her somehow?
Little attention caught her, mine and others got noticed every time,
Kept me dreaming for once in awhile, gosh she is pretty can she be mine,
Questions some time are good when not answered,
Illusion is what makes it more interesting, reality is disappointing,
Am I selfish I never want to get my love, just keep chasing because it’s more fun?

Brahma and Time

I think the universe will end some day, I will end much sooner, I will get mixed in the soil, air, water and space. The universe is part of the cycle of formation and destruction then formation and so on. The Big Bang is described as the birth of the universe (Brahma), the life of the universe then follows (Vishnu), and the Big Crunch would be described as the destruction of the universe (Shiva).

sahasra-yuga-paryantam
ahar yad brahmano viduh
ratrim yuga-sahasrantam
te 'ho-ratra-vido janah

By human calculation, thousand ages taken together form the duration of Brahma's one day. And such also is the duration of his night. (Bhagvad Gita)
During Brahma’s one day known as Kalpa four yuga cycle is completed. Satya yuga, Treta Yuga, Dvapar yuga and Kal yuga. Kal yuga is the period we are living in today and we have complete 5000 years of kal yuga, it is suppose to be 432,000 years, long way to go.

Can Brahma’s one day could be so long. Consider bacteria, these bacteria’s live less than few hours. When compared with human day many generations of bacteria pass by in a single human day. In that time period that bacteria will grow, mate, die (they don’t have time to waste). I look like Brahma to these bacteria, as I give them chance to grow on or in me, nourish them, and then destroy by some antibacterial. The cycle will continue. This is how Brahma days look like in lay mans term. Look at Mayfly it just lives day or two. Mayfly goes through the whole life cycle in two days, while I was still deciding on the X-Box deal.

Who decide how long the day should be. Sunset-sunrise seems to be nice one. Consider one moon cycle to be day and other moon cycle to be night, (Krishna paksh and Shukla paksh) 15 days each, we can have one day as compared to 30 days and 12 days in whole year. Average life expectancy will be not more than 2.5 years.

Sojourn: Some place

Who knew, who knows, when and where I will sojourn
Slower than rodeo clock, time forgotten; I feel vulnerable.
Moment of truth and the heavenly spell, brushed brain cells,
Mind blank as a new page, suspended in anxious present and unknown future
I realize, Sojourn.

To break that evil spell and embrace the angel feet,
Took big stride form the cliff, no surprise there, good luck retaliates,
Pristine blue sky, soaring pain, familiar voices, NO way, I am not there yet.
I feel, sojourn.

Do you ever have feeling of sojourn; I have always, like right now,
Do not know where to go from here, and so do you, should you read further or leave it,
You feel sojourn.

World is changing every second, but the change itself is sojourn?????
Restless mind won’t agree, it will learn, learning leads to adaptation, …………..and more
While the pumping heart is too busy to learn, naïve and pure, it is sojourn??????

Is it the same?

I wonder if the things are same,
Not different but just the way it came.

Does air know it should smell different to a rich and a poor?
Or do these people think they are unlike others
The vapor heavily exhaled by one is slowly inhaled buy others.

Does the bullet know it should not kill or kill white, black or the others?
Or do these people think they are different in many ways
It is just the hands, bullet will kill anyways.


Does the love know whom to hit, ugly or the pretty?
Or do these people think they deserve it
Love will hit, only the beautiful heart will get it.

Will the reader feel the same?
Or do these things matter
Surely, not now may be later.

Difference

How insignificant is a man, and still strives to be the only star, shining.
Dude just bought this new hybrid car, (makes him feel hybrid) DUDE.
Any ways what he thinks, he is different, Dude thinks his hybrid is different from others; well it is, but very insignificantly different for me.

“In the world of Differences what really matters is the Difference”.

Differences why, some stand to be different,
Annoys them, who are not very different,
Like heard of sheep, on that mountain, all look the same,
Are they different, or just because they think they are,
May be they are…

I think Chinese terracotta statues are different, pyramids are different too,
They are not humans, well that explains,
But they are made by different people, so are we,
Touched every second by some one or influenced by some one, known or unknown


Once I was standing in the sun, watching that dark shadow,
Slow but changing for sure, taller, tall, small, not visible, small, tall, taller, not visible again,
It’s my shadow, with so many variations, influenced by some one, Guess??

I wonder again, is my inner shadow malleable too, changing every moment, influenced by some one….

LET GO

It dropped from the sky, came from heaven thought lot of them,

Killed lot of them, injured, crippled lives, ruined city, and the progenies,

Was some nuke, named it Little Boy and other Fat Man,

Nothing got accomplished except for further hatred and wrath,

What did they or them got, what in the hell was he thinking,

Learn to LET GO.

Then attacked simple yet serene place in the extreme east,

Armies fought, and then the modest people joined with big heart

Fought till the last drop of blood, already in scares in trunk

Bestowed us with more foes, less friends, unassuming but war veterans,

What did they or them got, what in the hell was he thinking,

Learn to LET GO.

With the Black gold in the Gulf, nations got enthusiastic for more,

Awful then the gold rush, in Wild West,

It was live, men, women, even children glimpsed it for first time,

Guided fire bolts, very obedient, tear down cities, several dwelling, and black gold reserves,

Befallen lives closer to Stone Age, they still had fire, burning their hearts,

Gases arid, vanished lives, polluted air, filled some pockets and definitely pleased some ego,

What did they or them got, what in the hell was he thinking,

Learn to LET GO.

With the collapse collapsed hopes and dreams of plenty,

Some lost mama some papa some friends and sweat hearts

Moaning at zero and others trying to be part of it, to lend a hand

But then fleet of ship floats, laden with fancy toys, to bring hell to earth,

Airborne birds standing by to seize their pray, in light and dark,

Brave men, with the hawk in heart, with cause already lost, kept combating,

Some returned, others returned too, but with a lost soul,

What did they or them got, what in the hell was he thinking,

Learn to LET GO.

NOW, breathe in terror, eyes with no dreams, empty smiles,

Once soaring wings feel like floating bubble ready to burst,

Steel wheels, may stop, and melt down in dark tunnel,

Places some time ago humans flocked and felt proud of,

Nowadays lonely and with distrust on every pure soul,

What did they or them got, what in the hell now are we thinking

Learn to JUST LET GO

'Not on Time'

Why alarms always keep up with time,
For the reason that, its nature, not mine

Alarms nature is congealed by its constant character
What if, I removed the soul from the thing, so not on time hereafter?

Lost the sense of week and day, days and nights,
Delayed got every thing, and every flight.

My quit corner in the coffee house,
Got filled and packed with vague noise

I saw many new faces some smiles so perfect,
Some eyes stoned and fixed that won’t reflect

Birds in the nest waited little more, which I hate
Hope mama will get extra insect I prayed


Kids kept playing, time was endless
At least people can say now, time is not less?

I will go back bring the thing on time
Don’t ask my why, because it’s all mine.

Summer Rain

Stuffed and sweated days were passing by
Kept me wondering what’s up in the sky
I learnt it’s the stars moons suns space and the rocket
But what about the birds the clouds the unknown and the god, I forget

That summer day was hot, animal’s plant’s even the dry soil got baked
Beside the pool laid beer cans sunscreen lotion and the girls half naked
Then Spoiler of the pool party came, except the girls every thing remained
Thundering, howling, noisily we got covered, what’s wrong with the weather

Drops were falling big and small, oozing scent I remembered from the previous rain
Kept me wondering what’s up with this
I learnt it’s the heat that makes vapor which in turn rains leaving earth wet
But what about the Birds the little cubs and thousand of life which will survive and thrive, I forget