Aghora.

He sat there in oblivion,
detached from the attached,
neglected by conformism,
unruffled from the forces of nature,
defying logic and time,
taking giant leaps of faith
in a particular rhyme.

His body, a mere vessel
transporting him to the nirguna dimension.
Glorifying the Advaita,
he sits in sadhana,
lost into the holy void of cosmic ecstasy,
which, temporarily, never seems to cease.

Attuned to the naad-brahma frequency,
drawing down the blinds of duality,
this drop joins the universal sea.
No thought, no mind,
No mind, no desire,
No desire, no emotion,
No emotion, no pain,
No pain, no sense,
No sense, no organ,
No organ, no body,
realizing there's nothing to be realized,
but only the soul and its moksha from the samsara.

And he says, opening his eyes painted in red,
"that's all there is to life and existence",
Allowing the sahasrara chakra to close at ease
disconnecting him from the supreme consciousness,
this monist being rests himself back in the lap of mother maya,
ever so lovingly now, having understood her role in this
perfectly staged play of reality.



PS: Dissolve yourself entirely into the darkness, and you shall see the light.

Image = In a maze

How lost we seem no matter how present we are
For we don't know where we exist
In there or over here.
We hold beliefs, views and opinions
Ours or not, nobody questions
Loud or not, is all that matters.
More amplitude and less frequency
No one likes the holy secrecy.
Remember, it's the image in the mind that's perpetual
And the very idea itself, non essential.
If this is the work of the system
Then image generation is its unholy mission.
Haven't we seen enough of them so termed anomalies?
Wherein the so called lazy started a revolution,
So considered stupid, gave birth to genius.
Don't undermine them by calling it miracles
It's you who hasn't understood that 'unusual' always had the 'usual' in it.
So glued on the image that you've missed out on the big picture
I hope you understand, what is seen is not always what is being shown.
It's not them spectacles, but your mind that needs a change.
Now, tell me, when was the last time you saw through your mind and not just the eyes?

Let go to hold on to.

                            We more often than usual miss the small picture, and that is the big picture. We talk big, think big, and in the process, have missed out on quite a lot many vital small pictures which when viewed together forms the big picture that we ought to be talking about. This irony is the very basis of our self inflicted chaos, and what do we think of this chaos? We consider it bad luck,or ill fate and put the blame on something that we've never really tried to understand, or I would rather put it this way, something that we're incapable to even comprehend, and so very easily we put ourselves in the right and blame the universe. I guess that’s the trick that ego of ours has played on us. It has tricked us into believing that I am I, the persona, the homo homo sapien, the intelligent one. What good has it done, just because our language is better than that of a monkey and that we can go around in vehicles, doesn’t make us any smarter. Them apes still live in peace with the trees, we on the other hand have cut them old gods, and have concreted our so called lives with them so called intelligent lifestyles. And the world wants more smart people. May I ask what good this smartness has showered upon us? 

                              Some people consider themselves to be pillars of reason and rationality, but truth be told, it’s just another frame of reference, and no frame can fit the truth, the totality, the whole. To think of it, it’s not religion but them frames that have brought great destruction upon us. Racism, fascism, schism, and all the other ‘isms’ are just frames. And these frames don’t seem to give the wall a great look. They just don’t, and can never be hung together on the same wall. The wall exists and it is capable enough of holding every frame, but if the weight of that one frame just keeps on increasing then obviously the wall should weaken, now, isn’t that the weak wall that surrounds us all?  what if all the frames somehow just understood that they all fit together, in some way or the other and when each frame proportionately increases in weight and also starts intermixing with other frames, and when this brings down the wall, then that I shall call holy destruction. For this destruction gets us to the point of nothingness, that point which has everything but yet is nothing, the point of creation, if you see it that way. 

                              I'm a staunch believer of destruction. It is inevitable and must also be welcomed for it is also creation. It is balance that keeps us going. Even the holy chaos, or the randomness of the universe, some say, has order in it. It isn’t code of conduct, but an order wherein there is balance. Try 'to let go' instead of 'to control'. You never know, it might just be the thing that could restore the much needed balance into the equation.

Downward spiral.

Back-stabbed by complexity,we dwell in absurdity.
Searching for meaningless tranquility,
through logic and sensibility.
This self inflicted paradox,
has manoeuvred its way into our thoughts.
Mind control,a fatal toxication,regret and repent,
the only aftermath of this glorified manifestation.
A downward spiral plotted by our calculated movements,
generates a fall for humanity to behold.
Life and death are brutally veiled by a self simulated blanket.
From this fear propagated survival mechanism,
we know no escape.
Forever till death,we live for life's sake.
We,the alices in chains,sway to the symphony of this system of a down.

Padmasana.

Heavy dreaming.
A different land.
No past, no future.
A suspended present in the vast nothingness of nothing.
No limits,within the limits of the limitless.
Sense beyond the senses.
Out of body experience.
Projections of forces from within to everything.
A state within the trajectory of projections.
Dynamic instability in order.
A piece of peace blooms throughout.
Padmasana.
Om.

A disturbance.

"If it is imperfect,Its a creation".
This random thought just crept into my thoughts out of nowhere.
As if it were supposed to happen anyhow.
For some reason it holds an answer to the conception,of this everything,
the cosmos.
But then again, the paradoxical harebrained me just had to rebel against this proposition.
Probably, the only war that ever took place and which forever will,is between acceptance and questions.
No one wins, and thts the reason why war is evil,and in our times,its sadly called necessary evil.
We normal beings are just marionettes,no matter how well we speak,write,think,we sway back and forth,
to the symphony of destruction,a destruction within,of oneself.
After all everything other than you,is just a projection,
and it being subjective,just defeats the purpose.
Reasons and explanations have only caused more harm than cure.
Its like friction, which acts on a highly smoothened surface.
I guess my denial is what keeps me alive.
This denial,not to be mistaken with blindness,just keeps me sane.
Unlike ego,this denial that i talk about,is flexible and not inflictive in any form.
Anything organised,was created.
If not,then how could it be so organised,
and that organisation never really worked.

Ultimately, all that matters is peace.
Embrace it before ur engulfed by anything,something,other than it.




PS: I just dealt with a disturbance,fortunately, only the keyboard felt the frustration.

Them interludes.

Them interludes.

Drops of colour
throughout the maze.
Iridescent high,
Can u feel the haze?

Entheogens out at play
Isnt it worthy ? To be their prey.
The primordial energy,set to sway.
Even nature has it's own mysterious ways.


Sights and assumptions,
Figures and speeches,
Laughs and giggles,
Each has his own take.

Amplified waveforms,
Periodical syncopations,
Hallucinatory elements,
Tripped out sentiments.
The enchanted we,
By the melange's display.

It's them,
Them interludes.