Dubious is the restless heart
The nerves pathed by melancholy
As the heart pulsates with hope
It is but, crushed with a pressing might,
the conniving mind,
presses against the soul
with an impetus so powerful
the body thuds
falls with a cry
A cry for help
......
Dark hair
deep eyes.
Like a well I fell into once...
The night sky clear
not a single cloud.
The world lit
just by the moonlight .
Lightning came.
......
Stop!
Did you call me?
I guess you not!
taking decisions inwardly
did you surmise?
never stake yourself onto it,
I deemed, you will fall steep
......
the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back
not even after the
alcohol left
his blood
he keeps writing to this day
......
There is a verse I forgot to write.
It lingers in my mind.
Like a song unsung or bell unrung it waits—
Waits for my pen to give it life.
Dubious is the restless heart
The nerves pathed by melancholy
As the heart pulsates with hope
It is but, crushed with a pressing might,
the conniving mind,
presses against the soul
with an impetus so powerful
the body thuds
falls with a cry
A cry for help
......
We all have an Ego, it is there in our head
It will go along with us till we are dead
It is the one that, 'I', 'me' and 'mine', has always said
It is the Ego that causes anger, the Ego that causes hate
It brings in agony, pushes peace out of the gate
Alas! We suffer through life with it and it’s too late!
The Ego has a best friend, It is our rascal Mind
The Mind fools us to believe that the Ego is 'I', we find
......
Are you in search of Happiness?
Do you want that state of Eternal Bliss? Then, begin the Journey from Yoga to Moksha
And you are sure to achieve this!
Who am I and why am I here?
Have you pondered this, are you clear?
We just live and cry and die
We don't discover the Truth, we don't live with cheer!
We listen to many, the right path we don't choose
......
There is a verse I forgot to write.
It lingers in my mind.
Like a song unsung or bell unrung it waits—
Waits for my pen to give it life.
Sometimes without purpose
Suppose on the surface
My mind looks like a circus
Inside the golden tent
There is a silence so nervous