The Purpose of our Life is Enlightenment
But we are all trapped in Achievement
We run a race trying to be an ace
Lost in this maze, we don't live with grace
And all we end up is with entertainment
What is Enlightenment, this Truth, do we know?
It is overcoming Ignorance within, a spark is lit, aglow
It is overcoming the lie that God lives in the sky
Going on a Quest, Realizing, 'Who am 'I''
......
Drinking a cup of tea in my overgrown back garden
Watching flocks of birds make complex shapes in the air
The wind through the tall grass whispered to me
A riddle of unity, described and known but never understood in logic
I who am matter, am I different from clay?
I’ll be clay again soon enough
I can live only in the present, looking out at past and future
fated to never set foot in the same river twice except…
except the one I cannot avoid
the river of time , the river of forgetting and remembering
......
The moment we do
Perceive that we’re imperfect,
We try to succeed.
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.
Letting go of the past is excruciating,
the pain that once ravaged me.
Why is it so hard?
Because, within that anguish,
I found a fleeting comfort,
though it was but a façade—
hollow declarations of love
from those who never truly cared.
I yearned for someone to hold me,
to whisper, “I love you,”
......
The Purpose of our Life is Enlightenment
But we are all trapped in Achievement
We run a race trying to be an ace
Lost in this maze, we don't live with grace
And all we end up is with entertainment
What is Enlightenment, this Truth, do we know?
It is overcoming Ignorance within, a spark is lit, aglow
It is overcoming the lie that God lives in the sky
Going on a Quest, Realizing, 'Who am 'I''
......
The grand door shuffled,
And squeaked open,
Even as the universe tried to tug it shut.
And a flash flood of dancing light emerged.
From the narrowest entry,
A thousands tongues arose.
Each reaching new heights to tempt the flowing air,
In a myriad of yellow, red and orange flickers.
......
I searched for love in distant eyes,
In empty words, in fleeting skies.
But silence whispered, soft and clear—
The love you seek is always near.
I held the pain, the dark, the light,
And in that space, I found my sight.
No need for others to complete,
I am my own, whole and sweet.
Letting go of the past is excruciating,
the pain that once ravaged me.
Why is it so hard?
Because, within that anguish,
I found a fleeting comfort,
though it was but a façade—
hollow declarations of love
from those who never truly cared.
I yearned for someone to hold me,
to whisper, “I love you,”
......
The lost Wonderland
Made me break down all at once,
But I learnt what’s real.