Inner Beauty

Trampled tampered torn apart
My feelings in this world so hard
Searching & introspecting for the
Righteous way to happiness

Happiness deep rooted embedded & planted
Now Lost, trampled, tampered and grafted
Lying somewhere deep inside
Omnipresent, yet so hard to find

Beauty serenading only the eyes
Goodness reverberating like echoes of cries
Escaping into the dark pitched voids
Sanity and purity, null & devoid

Wearing glitzy brands on the bod
Stylish and urbane classy shod
Inner beauty buried in the thickness of the shroud (Clothes)
Inner reflections no more profound

Orb a wild frenzied hollering howl
Voices choked from reaching the soul
Men choked, fooled, miraged, & camouflaged
Blinded to see the real beauty badged

Whispers oppressed, emotions smothered
Numb reflexes, deaf ears, blinded eyes
Fools pretending to be real
Just another example of the surreal

Impurity implanted, & corrugated self
Ego & superiority complex at a new shelf
Slackness & grunge inside chambered walls
High airs even during great falls

Pinches swerving body,
Yet unscathing the soul
Attaining happiness
No more a big brawl

Now ponder, was better as a kid
Full of innocence, righteousness, & playful acts
Helplessness, & distress were not my toys
Pain only physical, & yet soothing & nice

Shed the fake if you got to be a winner
Peep deep in to the environs & the inner
Glance the Beauty & glitz inside
Then the Orb will be a happy merry ride

Perennial Willow

The Willow had been there ever since I came to senses, it endured so much & yet never bulged or buckled. It stood tall & strong as a pillar from time immemorial. It withstood the wrath wreaked by nature’s fury & the atrocities of the Homo sapiens alike with a grin.

One day while it was peaceful around, with no noises, neither from my inside nor my outside. I overheard the Willow talking to someone. I was wondering if the willow was talking to itself. So I concentrated on, what was being said and done.

Voices came “Hey, Willow how do you bear Scorch of the Sun, the Drench of the Rain, the Drift of the Wind and deflowering in autumn and the Withering in winters? How come you bear the brunt of each season with grit & gumption & yet look so fresh and Youthful? What’s your secrecy of liveliness effervescence?”

The Willow grinned with a brow raised. Willow said “Experiences are either good or bad, mighty or small. You may go through glorifying or agonizing circumstances, some so dominant, penetrating your basic level of existence, consciousness, and well being. It may shatter you completely, but it isn’t capable enough to wipe you off the face of earth. Even after a severe battering & shattering you will come to terms with the hitches & stand tall one day glorious & victorious. That is the secret of my perennial being & eternal solace. Pain only elevates thyself & thy’s soul to Higher Consciousness, energizing the withered & lifeless self with a fresh lease of life.”

Taking the conversation forward, the Willow whispered a Humble Prayer in the Ears of the agonized, perplexed & confused soul. The Prayer was like a magic wand giving immediate relief to the pained & sorrowful soul. Having acquired the requisite blessing from the perennial willow, the soul retaliated by thanking the willow with words of praise & virtuosity. The Soul said “A consciousness prevails in me now, subtle, raw, unrealized, un-Evolved but strong and manifest.”

The Soul had knowledge of the secret of the willow’s, perennial being. The soul bowed down & chanted the words to the supreme, Lord Shiva. Soul sought to imbibe the Shiva Consciousness in itself that resides in every soul alike, but dormant & weak, with the accumulation of the dust & soot. The Soul bowed to the giver of the cosmic energy & quintessential substances for its existence.

Just like the flow of the water over a Parched and brittle piece of land can spring up life around it. From Raising Civilizations to razing civilizations, everything changes, except for the flow of water that stays perennial. Similarly the shower of strength & wisdom can flower a dead soul to life. Whole new breed of feelings (positive) will transcend, eccentric to it. Rest all will be a a phase repetitive, except for the perennial soul. Water & The Lord the only constant, giver & flourisher of life.

The Soul prayer everyday thereon, to give itself, strength of character & of material nature. This positive flow of energy let the soul be in complete control of the circumstances, both mighty or small. The soul steered itself towards enlightenment & the ultimate prowess. All its experiences, thoughtfulness, emotions, thoughts, pains, agonies and feelings, worked together in sync to help the soul attain enlightenment and unimaginable strength. Love & Feelings no more made it weak & bleak. Nothing was forceful enough to lurch it to darkness & disillusionment. The soul now only yearned for Illumination. The Pain, the Agony, the Grief even at its hilt or a hundred megaton forceful might, wouldn’t be able to shake it up. No flood would ever destroy it like it destroys the fertile land.

The soul now understood that Lord is the giver of Life and Rejuvenation to all the Plants after autumn and winters. Soul sough rejuvenation for itself the same way, & also prayer to absolve it of all Pain, Agonies and Rancor. The soul was now full of vigor, strength & a zeal for a fruitful life. It was evolving & making a complete sense of its well being & existence.
And then the blue necked trident holder, from the Himalayas touched the agonized Soul blessing it & turning it into a Perennial Brook, which flowed till Eternity.
Neeru {{nrkaul@yahoo.co.uk))

Jut your Gut

Material, spiritual and tranquil felicity
The Entirety I kept on dreaming of & working upon
Didn't vociferate for the precious
They would come, just a matter of time

Weary I was walking on paseo
Sweat ensuring the sang-froid
Pain challenging to supersede itself
Uncertainty my riding companion
Into the unknown, unraveled and the unexpected

Footslogging an unendurable exercise
The baggage making spine, invertebrate
Crunching & deforming my faith & trust
No gleam of hope, but mirages of the sun

Somatic sensations going numb
The brainy maverick stunned & stuck
Bodily temperature soaring
Frustration peaking the sear

Jut of the gut
Altered Mirage into a fresh water spring
The burning sun into cozy, cam & poise
Pebbles transforming into petals of daisy

Concreting my faith, inducing the spirit back
Concording & cohering me & my ideas
The conscious purifying the soul
Forbidding me from sins and foe's smelling foul

Learnt to differentiate pigs from the bears
Barbarian wolves in the mask of sheep
Biting in retreat when thrown a treat
The foe's acting & smelling foul

Asserting with the open eyes & ears
Sense the gush of blood, feel of the pulse
Scare complexion only to make vulnerable n hostile
Don’t lose nerve and act on impulse

Failures the slumped periods
Slimy, creepy, gloomy, shady
In contrast felicity always a golden mascot
Triumph glorifying the persona

Jut the gut
If need be, as hard as can be
To prevent from draining & drowning
Swimming to the bank, the moment of glorifying and crowning

Marvelous Maverick

Image by cloois via Flickr

I am definitely not a brainiac, but a mere plebeian with usual abilities as the kinfolks around. Still my brain has unexplored, unchartered, boundless capabilities which are beyond mine or someone else’s imagination. It naively belongs to me, alienated, unknown, estranged even from my own. There is so much that it can do, with its capabilities, prowess & the might. Only a miniscule of its capabilities utilized in an entire lifetime, underexploited & underused. A dormant super computer, with magnanimous computing performance, & yet its capability is never measured in giga, tera or peta flops. Largely because its capabilities aren’t known even to the most salutary scientists, leave behind the cold blooded humans. No metrics defined yet to measure its capability, except for measuring its IQ (Intelligence Quotient) or the newly coined EQ (Emotional Quotient). So much in the wilderness, dark, shady, foggy & cloudy environ.

One day our race will get behind this mesh of neurons, breaking the Pandora’s code, thus cracking the mysteries involved. It’s these carrier neurons & the impulses that make us feel happy, pain, sorrow, joy, madness, fear, frenzy and other human attributes. Brain carrying electrical impulses relentlessly with the speed of 120 meters per second from one end of the body to the other, unstoppably.

Last I remember of my Nous’s unfathomable capabilities was on the morning of 8thMay09. The day when I was coerced to believe that I was getting ready for the day, when I was actually lying in my cozy bed, enjoying my nap. Wakeup alarms on my 2 phones had buzzed 5 times between 6:30 to 6:55 am but to no avail. Having retired late to bed the last night, waking up early in the morning was almost next to impossible. Atleast for me! The late night movie "How to rob a Bank", was intriguing & enchanting making me stick to the idiot box, without moving a part.

The first hum of my phone nearly woke me up from my slumber, but the beats weren’t shrilled enough to break the fortress of my sleep. It was a semi coma state. I had to be in the office early, for an early morning meeting. The central processing unit, made me to get up in but only in the virtuality realm. I was awakened, brushing up my teeth, taking a bath, dressing up, picking up my rucksack & starting for my office. But I was actually lying in my bed, still dreaming and visualizing it all in the dreams. Nothing of it was happening in reality. Suddenly my alarm came alive again, & it was already 6:55am. “Ohhh my, missed the cab” I frowned breaking free from my slumber trammel!! Again the master mind took charge & directed, hey, be laid back & take your own vehicle to the office. It even directed this semi awake torso, to change the time on the timepiece to 8:30 am. Adios world, the teeny weenie brainy is again going sleepy. Let the alarms go off relentlessly but brain is its own king.

Other incidence was that of that during the childhood days. We used to retire after a tiring, playful day at school. When we would wake up, it would be dusk already. If we happened to see through the window, the drowning sun, we would think that it is Dawn. Then we would say “ohh, we have to go to school, are we late, what is the time?” The brain would be completely lost after waking up from the deep slumber and would need some environmental corrections to get itself back on track. But it would be caught unawares again, with volatile previous memory. Everyone around would burst into a croak of laughter, seeing the dumbstruck brain doing it again. It was just so stupid of the master mind to be playful & do the frenzied madness.

Brain ohh my little Marvelous maverick, what wonders you do, just take mE by surprise, off my feet.

People Come People Go

People come people go
You tread the path that's righteous, you know
They will diffuse and dispel in directions galore
You align and steer in the direction of the fore

Don’t you follow thee,
Till u don't know the way thee went
Thee may have departed the defunct and corrupt way
But you stay firm & never go astray

Clothes just a shield from your naked own
Your soul free and open, owning no gown
Just armor, nothing superb or gallant
Your affable soul the only thing valiant

Carry your search through the guiding light
Letting it purify you of all rot
Don't be lost, don't be taint
Stay virginal, unscathed and quaint

Take the virtuousness, & the richness of the supreme
See through the truth and the lightening beam
Kneeling & draining you of all your negativity
Inducing in you vitality and beauty that's serene

Only pure & the unscathed will lead the way
Penance & the wisdom will prow you to bay
Soiled & moiled clothes don't matter much then
What matters is that now you stellate a new ray

Radiating the warmth & the happiness around
Those in proximity, following the suit
Infesting the vicinage at a fast pacy race
Making the whole orb a happy merry place
(Pic: Vindhesh's Gallery)