Mind

Mystic and magic are synonymous to the mind,

The ultimate sketch pad!

But none can see it, as though everyone's blind!

It is a priceless possession, anyone's ever had!

Amazing are it's heights,

It can think anything, go anywhere,

In a blink of the eye and creativity it invites.

Mind indeed has got a deep flair!

It's "mind"-boggling to observe its limits,

Rather it has none!

Mind is stationary, yet everywhere it visits,

It never stops; never says, "I am done!"

Imagine, yourself without this,

The point is you can't at all imagine!

Mind's a startling creation of His,

With no boundaries and no margin.

Einstein prospered due to his creativity.

But who was creativity's creator; who created this?

Wasn't this mind's activity?

Wasn't this imagination's bliss?

It exists but has no mass!

It made laws, but they never governed it.

It is water, shimmering like glass,

Heavy with thoughts and a great wit!

Brilliance, royalty, merit are just a phrase.

They can never describe this wonder!

It's source is great; enough to daze,

Even an intellect - as bright as a blazing thunder!

It's source is The Lord, the greatest puppeteer!

His illusion is this dazzling world! 

How can we understand it, we the mere,

When we are just knots of an infinite rope, twisted, frayed and curled!

Music

Music; soul of my heart!

It's the best thing that happened to me,

It's my life's integral part.

The thing which makes my face lit up with glee.

Music makes me throw solitude away.

It makes me exult, take joyous sighs!

I don't know where my life would lay, 

I don't know how would they smile, my black eyes!

I don't know what I would do,

Without this beauty.

I don't know; I would appreciate who, 

When fed up of routine and duty!

My life is weaved in it, 

So much that I can't sleep without this symphony!

I can't imagine music-less life, not even a bit!

A devotee without devotion; wouldn't my life be such an irony?

Music has variety,

Devotion, love and joy are it's soul.

How'd people appreciate the Supreme Deity?

Without it would've made me a droll!

Devotion towards The Lord is also the same,

I do it only for this.

It gives me an innate fame

In His eyes, having a divine bliss.

Music can also be for a mortal,

It can be to express love for the beloved.

Yet it's a portal,

To a mystic life, with agony and solitude dead!

Music is God,

Music is Love,

Music is not a cod,

And to music, deeply I bow!

A night in Italy!

It was a chilling night in Italy. The Santa Maria Grazie church was overflowing with people, gasping at the glimpse of the stupendous and the divine painting of Leornado Da Vinci, 'The Last Supper'. Some people suddenly had epiphanies about the quotations in the Bible, on the the last supper of Jesus Christ and his 12 apostles. People were just awestruck and were exclaiming in joy and could feel the divinity that filled in the room. But, unfortunately, the visitors had to leave as the church had to close for the day. It was already 9:30pm! The priests hastily entered and they were accompanied by historians and archaeologists. They were very esteemed personnel. They had come to examine the antique mural. They had a paper in their hands, a freshly discovered manual of all the works of Da Vinci and his style. The font was Italian. The ebullience could be seen on the historians' and the archaeologists' face and indeed, it was very exciting. The priests too were ebullient. In fact, the whole of Italy and the Christian faith was ebullient because the last supper of Jesus Christ and his apostles was thought to be a key to the mysterious lock of the secrets of Christ - whether he himself was God, or whether he was just a prophet! It was a very peculiar gesture of Christ holding his fingers in a very mystical way, yet proclaiming divinity. The question running in people's mind that night was to question Christ's divinity and to find out who exactly he was! I too was a visitor that day. Unlike the Grand Mosque, the church was open to people of all faiths. I too was very excited. Though the beliefs of Christianity and mine did not tune in to the same frequency, that day, I did observe divinity in that vast hall. I guess even a Hindu priest would forget his superstitions and sense the divinity filled in the air. After all, God is one! The historians were busy examining the 30 feet mural, punctiliously observing it. They spent a lot of time, staring at Christ's fingers and noting down something, God knows what! But they too were astounded by the sense of divinity they felt by looking at the detailings of the divine painting of Christ. My luck and my fate, both were at their zenith that day. I too could observe the painting/mural in such a detail, since my uncle was the head incharge of the project. Again, my skepticism vanished and I was greatly indulged in admiring the mural. The historians started scraping the mural, bottom of Christ's feet, to test it. Unknowingly but fortunately, one of the historians, probably either out of devoutness or inquisitiveness, touched Christ's fingers. Suddenly, one of the side walls just led way to a path. A dark and black one, it was! I was not a bit haunted by this because we were in front of God! Slowly as the room was bathed by the dim yellow light, we could see a vaze. The first thought that came to my mind was, "Hey! It could be the Holy Challis". The Holy Challis was that divine sherry cup which was used by Christ himself to savour wine, in the last supper. The room was telling a deep story. Paintings were hung of Christ's crucifixion. His divinity was filled in the room, but still, solitude could be observed. We all took small steps, slowly and steadily and entered the room. The historians first admired the paintings and then went on to the vaze. My guess was wrong! It was not the Holy Challis! In fact, it was not at all a cup! It was something like a flask, but the top end was open. It had a manuscript inside. It too was in Italian. The historians carefully interpreted the letter. Meanwhile, the archaeologists were busy examining the vaze. The vaze was very beautiful. It was made of solid gold with diamonds studded on it's handles. A ruby stone was stuck to the gold in the most beautiful manner. Emeralds were pasted all along the ruby. Again, infant Jesus with his mother Mary were engraved on the vaze. It was a priceless artifact! "Holy Lord!", exclaimed one of the historians, with a baffled look on his face. He said loudly, "Oh people of the Christian faith! We have found the answer! We have at last got the location of Christ's grave! This also glorifies the Bible's facts which state that Christ did not die on the cross! He was rescued by....", he stopped. This put me into sheer tension."How can this be?" he said, "How can Mary Magdalene be Jesus's savior?". But I didn't find anything that serious in what he said! Probably because I didn't know much about Christ and Christianity. I was pretty happy that I witnessed such an event. Historians were buzzing around, the media interviewing each one of them about this huge discovery. My uncle, since he was the head, had to prepare papers for this discovery and present a copy to the Vatican church and the Government of Italy, for further investigation. I was filled with ecstasy, my heart beat not in control! It was such a nice day! Right away, my uncle booked the tickets to London. We had to meet the Archbishop of Canterbury, giving him the intricate details about our quest to unlock Christ's secrets! I was in full zeal! I couldn't wait to dig more deeper in to the hidden facts of history! God! That day was the best!

We went home and I prayed to God. I requested him to make this quest successful so that my uncle's painstaking research work would bring him the right fame and happiness! I was waiting for the sun to rise and dawn to arrive......

God

The world is of Him,

He makes everyone feel they're such a grim!

Why do we need You? Who are You?

What matter do we have, with You to do?

Are You good?

Have we misunderstood,

You to be The Lord?

On the contrary, You can be to us, not at all in accord!

Show Yourself to me

For me to believe in Thee.

Why should I respect God,

When I haven't seen Him, but assuming He's The Lord?

Do You exist in a mere clay idol?

Do You show Yourself in The Gita, Quran and the Bible?

Why should You exist?

Ah ha! There comes the twist!

Can You give me a response,

I know too, that You can't at once!

Are You just a magic,

Which is just a trick, foolish and tragic?

I am outraged!

I am not going to be anymore engaged,

In praising the so called 'Almighty'.

Why should I, when I don't even know whether He's the Supreme Deity?

Why should I address you as 'He'?

Is it because You are a human and the creators are we?

I am not afraid,

Though how much ever I am frayed,

In Your illusions and devotion's raid,

Because You are not worthy, You don't aid,

The people who are suffering in this world, as though clutched by a blade!

There is no use telling You how much I've prayed,

To get You and your divine grace!

But I know, You shall never embrace!

My Lord! I am not an atheist,

But Your ruthlessness makes me feel You're a beast!

I am Your devotee,

Devout worshiper, who believes in Your entity!

But where are You?

I am rummaging for You,

Continuously, Oh Saviour!

Show me yourself, my dearest of the dear!

I am sick of this searching,

I am unable to walk, I am lurching!

Oh The Divine One!

Are You just a pun?

Ambitions and aspirations in life....

Ambitions and aspirations are the pathways which lead one to success. It's pointless studying, if one doesn't have aspirations in life. I have a lot of them. They are mind boggling ones, actually. Astrophysics attracted me the most. I went on and on reading books on various scientists, their ingenious theories and their prodigious creativity. The first time my mind slipped into astrophysics was when I saw the Hindi movie, "Swades". It was really so inspiring, that the day I saw this movie, I had visualized my future of being an astrophysicist in NASA. It was stupendous. But then as time leaped, I became more and more open to thoughts and then, NASA dropped out from my mind. "Why NASA? Why can't I start my own lab or work under somebody to acquire experience and then flourish on my own?" These were the thoughts which struck me. But then, I knew it that if my kite had to fly high till the heavens, the string of experience had to be woven with the wings of knowledge. I did strive a lot that time. Suddenly, as time passed, philosophy attracted me. Though I didn't change my passion, I started reading a lot of philosophical books of mainly the Hindu religion. This took me way ahead. It was like a new birth for the creativity of my mind. I sore in thoughts about God, always questioning myself about who exactly the Creator was, why do we need Him, so on and so forth. My God! It was so embarrassing for me to read philosophy in front of my friends and relatives. They ridiculed me to the core. It was so intense that I acquired the fear of turning into a 'Sanyasi' or a sage, settling in the Himalayas, totally abstract! That reduced the soft spot in my heart for philosophy, into just a dot. But yes, I never left it. Again, as time passed, I became more and more confident about my dream as my grades were pretty decent. In the past few days, I was bonded to literature. I discovered my love for literature when I first went to watch a play in Ranga Shankara ,a splendid theater. It was based on William Shakespeare's (I love saying his name!)"King Lear", called "Nothing Like Lear". That day, I fell in love with theater. I couldn't resist to sit again in the theater to watch another play. Indeed, I did! It was called "Nine Parts of Desire". Hard work, research and talent all combined to formulate, an hour and a quarter play. It was magnificent. Really really exulting, I must say. After all these, I am here right now, amidst a battle - a battle between my heart and my mind, both fighting to tell me what exactly I should choose - literature or astrophysics or (Oh Lord!) philosophy! Hopefully my heart will win. I shall choose astrophysics because the passion for it is in my blood. But destiny never tells you what it has planned for you. So does your fate. It's so confusing, I mean, choosing between careers is quite a heavy job! The whole of your life depends on that one decision you take. It's so tough! I am really clueless! But anyways, it's just a momentary thought. Hopefully, I'll get over with it. So, indeed ambitions are very important in life. Ambitions makes a person focused and more steady to give his/her best, to achieve the set goals.
Fate and destiny, decide who you are!

Life

Life, Challis of Love and daze.

A brilliant illusion indeed, filled with haze!

One experiences all emotions.

Wow! Life has so many notions!

I can't understand life!

Why is it that life has so much of strife?

Why can't life be a steady ship,

Instead of being a boat in a current which can anytime slip!

Life is the intricate weaving of absurd and excellent things,

But who is responsible for the perplexing feelings it brings?

In life, a person falls in love in just a moment,

And the next second, there comes a popping comment,

About the beloved being absurd!

Isn't life so blurred?

Why is it so tough to understand people,

Their feelings change as though like a moving ripple!

Why is there so much of misunderstanding?

Why are people so fond of branding?

Oh God! I don't know what to say,

You just tell me what to do and You I shall obey!

I want to come out of this lie,

Even if it's solution is to die!

Life however beautiful it is,

Has a dark, evil and a black bliss!

Why aren't friends faithful,

These relations are always fateful!

You can't trust anyone,

Because you'll, in a second be stunned,

By their changing behavior!

Once, your heart is overjoyed and once, it feels more heavier,

With so much sorrow and grief,

That you'll lose Your belief,

In the great, life!

I think we are just beef,

Being fried on God's ever hot pan!

Or being cooked and frozen like an apple flan!

If life is sodom, then what is salvation?

Salvation is life's bigger illusion!

It is to make people righteous,

Make them more and more pious!

God is the only answer!

He is the only master!

God! Help me decipher this code!

Lord! I can't write, not even one more ode!

Trust

The whole world runs on it; it is trust.

When this is lost, relations disintegrate into thin dust!

I fail to understand, why one betrays,

Doesn't one know that his life will burn in blaze?

He shall suffer from solitude,

The major cause being his attitude,

Towards others.

People, given their druthers,

Will say "I no longer want you!",

Then what will he do?

Sit and sob,

Because he is unfit for any other job!

No trust,

Is as good as an iron with rust!

No use at all!

Makes a person continuously fall,

In people's eyes and heart.

Seeing this, he feels his heart is being stabbed with a sharp dart!

He loses control,

His mind starts to roll,

In illusions of life,

He forgets his loved ones, children and wife!

He then takes the help of sherry,

Which makes his life itself airy!

Ultimately, he loses his body and soul to Satan,

He is fried in hell, just like a bacon,

To compensate for this ultimate sin,

He has made to hurt his kith and kin!

People

People sometimes are very deceiving,

They do not give the respect and love they are receiving.

"God shall punish them" I always console myself.

I feel like asking them, "Aren't you ashamed of thyself?"

I am sure they would wonder why!

I shall just go away, with a deep sigh!

People always change,

I feel these masses are very strange.

But I always ask,

"Why do people wear an outside mask?"
"Why can't they show who they really are?"

"Why do they hurt others, leaving behind a deep scar?"

My my! I don't know what to say,

The maximum I can do is just pray!

But why do people turn their backs?

Don't they have even a bit of feelings, in their neuron-filled sacs?

They are very cruel,

They are Satan's worthless jewel!

I ask God to pity me,

Save me from this pathetic world and bless me to see,

The enchanting truth.

Oh God! Show some ruth!

I don't know why, people are obnoxious!

I still didn't get my answer, though however conscious!

My Best Friend!

I have a best friend, I love Him a lot!
I am so happy ,Him I got!
He's called by so many names, not one name,
He has got everybody to respect Him and has immense fame,
I actually don't wish to compete and get the same,
Because I know it'd be too lame!
I always think what He would've done in a situation,
I attempt the same and try it without any tension,
As I know it would be the best decision,
And For my future, a very bright vision!
I serve Him and want Him forever,
And lose Him never!
He has a huge home, stretching miles together,
A lot of swimming pools, hither and tither.
He says it's not white water but milk,
As shiny as a grand piece of silk!
He has a weird bed to sleep on,
'He' knows how He sleeps upon,
The bed hollow in the middle,
And oval-cylindrical in the peripheral.
On top of the bed are diamonds studded,
Right above where He sleeps, on top of his head.
In a day my friend sleeps for at least sixteen hours,
He has an enchanting glee, like the flowers!
He is very generous and kind,
Has an exuberant and intelligent mind!
He cares for the whole world and it's vain,
He relieves most of their pain,
By just giving a smile,In his own style!
Everybody knows my friend,  towards people he's very keen,

If you know who and what I mean!

Universe

Ah! The universe is a splendor creation,

Which exactly defines The Creator's ingenious manifestation.

So what is the mind boggling universe?

What is that magic in the equations and mystic verses?

Universe came into existence by the Big Bang,

A turning point for the stars and their gang!

They say, Matter was created from nothing, from emptiness,

The same which gives existence it's pettiness.

They say, this matter forms us all,

From Monera to Mollusca, the creatures which crawl,

From Galaxies to Pulsars and our Earth, the very small,

From Black Holes to Dark Energy, the universe's wall,

From Moons to our Sun, whom we are in thrall,

To these mystic beings,

The unravelling secretive things.

I again ask the remedial question,

Who is the creator of this creation?

Who is that who gave infinite gravity to the black holes?

Who is that who everything controls?

Who is that who made the space time fabric?

Who is that who designed the equations, the classic?

Who is that who created life only on Earth?

Who is that who made creatures take birth?

Who is that who made this universe black,

Just like my mind, utter blank!

Christmas

Oh! Christmas, Christmas, Christmas! So much of merry,

People rejoice, eat pies and whisk up a sherry.

This was the day the Son of God was born,

In Bethlehem, did people adorn,

The young Child, the divine Lord,

The one who came as a form of God.

He was named Jesus,

He who stood by the Ten Commandments of Moses.

Churches are illumined with the Holy Hymns and the Carols of joy,

The Holy Bible's teachings, they the Bishops deploy.

The excitement is about the Christmas tree, 

A tall, splendor one, extending to the sky free.

Santa Claus does come this day,

On the reindeers, all gleeing and ready along to play.

He comes to deliver a gift,

And leaves so fast, in a swift,

The reindeers, the cart they lift,

To here and there, they shift,

Across the hemispheres and countries,

City, state and counties.

Who says that Christmas is for Christians,

It is in specific for them, but general for all humans.

More than two millenniums ago did Christ come,

To perform miracles; to walk with the lame and speak with the dumb.

His greatness and glory is ever remembered,

He was one of the descendants of The Lord, those who could be numbered.

Christ came to devastate the world's pain,

And to help the people in vain.

He was very great,

He had to be as he was of the Hindu fate.

Yes, he was the leader of Hinduism the great,

His ideas were all of the Upanishads, the ultimate.

His name too sounded the same, "Christa",

With the Divine Lord's name "Krishna".

He has to be of the Aryan race,

None other can go through the illusion of life and it's unbeatable maze.

Reality

Are we living in a world of illusions?

In a world with various visions?

Comprehending this world is tough,

Without deep thoughts, no body can imagine this stuff,

It becomes rough,

To think of,

This world as a real one.

I am totaled and done,

In thinking of this world.

Thrown and hurled,

Into deep thoughts and identity of God.

Who is God? Why does everybody applaud,

On hearing him?

I need to get to the universe's peripheral rim,

To find Him in just a dip and dim,

And to put my brain into a strenuous gym,

To exercise it and get the answer of my ever lasting question,

To know whether God himself is fact or fiction!

Love

Love, the most beautiful expression of one's heart!
It cannot be explained in mere speech,
One has to be it's part,
For it to be in mind's reach.

A wonderful creation by God, indeed!
One cannot express the bliss of Love,
God just sowed it's seeds,
On Earth for all the creatures, to express and bow!

Love is the best feeling.
Once it happens,
People find it hard, with it dealing.
But without Love, prevails the feeling of absence!

A boy falls in Love with a girl,
A girl falls in Love with a boy,
Both of them experience their life's pearl,
A time full of shyness and joy!

Both of them fight,
Day and night,
But never want to lose the latter out of their sight!
Oh Lord! Love is indeed very bright!

They don't require anything, but each other,
They don't want to lose their beloved one.
They don't want anybody else, sister, friend or mother,
Because they Love each other, more than a ton!

This hurls them into dreams,
Of their future and the ebullient time to come.
With bright light of love, their life gleams
Their life slowly turns into a romantic symphony of thrums.

They dream in bed, about their fate,
Each of them exclaim, "Oh my dear, I am so delighted!"
They are joyous and delirious to open happiness's gate!
They again wish for their life to never ever be blighted!

But in my case, Love is different.
My love is for not a mortal, but He Himself,
I don't know whether I am crazy, whether my brain is efficient!
But I am like this, though my story can be an elf!

But I am sure, one day I too shall fall in Love,
I too shall become a caring dove,
For a person who's mine, a person all above,
The insane people, who wonder how!

Love is God's ultimate illusion,
Philosophy states it too!
It is one of the ways for salvation,
And the best thing to enjoy and do!

Time

Time, the very creator of existence,

The creator of our own persistence.

Time is so illusive,

It  so with space, very collusive.

Time is magic,

Death of time is very tragic,

Which will happen again on the end of the universe,

And this shalt create an effect very adverse,

To the human man kind and biotic life,

It shalt be as good as stabbing a gentlemen with a sharp knife.

Time governs everything,

From our own Earth to the black holes, the very frustrating!

But can time be God,

The universe's Creator and Lord?

This again is a billion dollar question,

Which makes our physicists to deduce to hesitation.

Can time be a parody,

Of The Lord, who put us all in this jeopardy?

Though physics trusts only proof,

Can one say that God and one's belief is spoof?

Metaphysics, I think is the only solution,

To decide whether God is the universe's attribution!

I again don't understand the necessity of God,

But still, Him I always laud!

Birth of this blog...

The sole purpose of creating this blog is to enjoy literature, the best form of expression. Interest in literature is jubilant. A person in love with literature never feels solitude and agony. He/She is always filled with passion, contentment and joy. Indeed, English literature is one of the best collective works of the world. From William Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar" to today's J. K Rowling's illusive fiction "Harry Potter", day by day literature is growing. Literature and poetry form the basis of the English society. Here, my reference to the English society is not for the British, but for the enjoying class of English. Vernacular languages do have literature and poetry, but English poetry, solely in my opinion is God's gift to mankind. The English language itself is mystic and euphoric. It cannot be described in mere words, the joy one gets in just glancing through the works of William Shakespeare like "The Tragedy of Macbeth", though it is heart-shattering and tragic. Poetry is a boon for we English lovers. The poetic devices are used in such a way in English poetry that though they are simple for the surface meaning, but they have a great depth in the metaphorical way. Again, the ingenious William Shakespeare's sonnets, are more than worthy to be mentioned. The intricacy of the weaving of the words with one's feelings in English poetry is just exulting. Philosophy comes in handy in understanding poetry. 

A commentary can be given on just a part of English prose and poetry. It's extremely vast and enchanting. My purpose of creating this blog is to post my written articles and if it can be called so, my poems and pieces of writing. I am a fan of English literature and poetry and want to contribute to it, though my contribution is just a drop in the ocean.