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I cannot try to but fall in love when I feel incomplete Ego creates such an illusion that I feel I am strong, independent despite not being so. Seems, none is complete with all the qualities that can help keep going in life. First I fell in love with her, it was because I found her to be so helpless. I wanted to give her my lap, my shoulder and protect her. We unite and become one when one fills the other and then we no longer remain separate from each other. She was the best, but never knew about it and I was her eye. I wanted to protect her from the illusions of this world. We now fear to fall in love fearing risking our freedom. But what is the use of that freedom that frees me from everything but traps me to my ego, And I am not even aware of it and neither willing to admit otherwise. Ego make me appear strong in front of the world but extremely weak for myself. Love so much needs self-surrender, giving up oneself for the lover. To the extent of giving up the lover physically for h...

I lost some or moved apart and then I found some new; apparently better. This attachment is momentary and so illusory. If I feel pain for loss of a person, there are 7.9 billion people on this planet. If I feel pain for loss of a place, this life isn't enough to cover the whole of earth. If I feel pain for loss from a species; be it my pet, 8.7 million of them are still remaining. Get that knowledge through which all can be known. Get that vision through which all can be seem. Story though, but isn't the story of Romeo and Juliet such a hype. Romeo could face up with uncountable Juliet if he had looked for And so is with Juliet. The nature of this earth is based on multiplicity. So never be in ignorance by attaching to one. Go beyond the individual, particular and the specifics Love, beauty, humanity, friendship, ideas, knowledge, creativity is unbounded and transcends them all.

As a child, I never felt the need to respond or talk or argue. It didn't matter if I was put down or inability to articulate and talk. The eyes were the only means of expression; cry or laugh it appeared in the eyes. Even got rejected from school that needed loud mouth but it didn't matter me at all. All mocked me for not expressing verbally; but I never felt need for it And with years of education I now find it difficult to handle myself. I seem to know everything and become so argumentative. Surprisingly I can talk about something I have no clue about. How much blessing ignorance is as much as knowledge. When the Self is realized at least apparently, there remains no need or desire to talk. Been put to my mind that I am what I talk or present. But that's so absolutely wrong; I so well feel so and that's real too. Talk, Talk, Talk! It has caused and causing so much damage. And it never ends and drags down deep into illusion The lips and heart have so often gone out of ...

  If Expectation > 0; I will always remain unhappy Reasons: I can never or always have all my expectations met Approach: Do everything to my best without any expectation so that I am neither happy nor sad If Expectation = 0; I will not do anything in return. When my happiness is not bound to the return I get, I will neither be happy or unhappy through the gain or loss Approach: This is the ideal way . Do everything to my best without any expectation so that I am neither happy nor sad

Anything that disturbs the mind, ignorance about it sustains to Bliss. It is impossible for me to have knowledge about something and not act or be acted upon Be it distractions or even of happiness, both disturbs the mind. Keep going and be oblivious of cause, effect and so on. Anything introduced to the mind, for sure it will act or react. I choose what my mind needs and does not need to know. The best, rightful things, let not my mind be even aware. It will push pros, cons, analysis, conclusions. Just do it, spontaneously, giving no space for the mind to act.

What we call and see as best normally isn't the one. The best is in the unspoken, unseen, unheard,... The diamond will always remain hidden unless manually extracted. Have see the best among people have no desire to express, share or display. While some, preach desire less but deeply attached to exposure. To be seen, heard, known,.... The best of the scientist, practitioner, performer, man of knowledge Will have no yearning for external validation. Trust me, when the Self is realized, not remains to be spoken, heard, seen, attained... A quick litmus test to check the level of realization of someone. Is to note if he attempts to be heard, see, to explain, to advise, to reason. All these nullifies for a self-realized person. As he has seen That eye, through which the eyes see, As he has heard That ear, through which the ear hears and so on.... Never trust words, either of mine or of anyone. Anybody can claim to be anything. Few times I met some who are so good. But they are so lost i...

When alone, my seeking always directed me towards the best. It cannot get satisfied with anything better And the seeking never stops till I find something I can settle with. While they ask to seek good company, but I have not always been lucky. I get conditioned by the company and I adopt some bad along with many good. While my pure Self rejects all that's bad and cannot connect with. A company becomes a habit and I start overlooking some of its bad. While alone, my heart seeks for the undefined, unlimited. But the mind, particularly in company gets limited and conditioned. While good company is needed when I am fallen. But when I have realized my purpose, my real Self, best is to walk out from any company or crowd. There can be no better and reliable guide than myself. Only if I know how and what to hear and comprehend. How good I feel struggling towards betterment when I am alone. All that I seek, is all within me and can start and end in me

He is best at his skill and art. He enjoyed the best with himself and that brought the best out of him. He was noticed by the world. Now he started performing the same, but for the world. He often forgot himself. But the world changes, people and their liking change. None or anything in me will be liked or hated forever. Gradually all started departing and I found my base shattered. The base was the external world which is changeable, that I never knew. But I forgot myself so much at times of gaiety that now I am not able to accept myself. But days and months passed and then I realized my real Self. Who powered me at times of gloom and never would leave me not can I leave it. I realized all change and never would I forget myself I will paint, write, sing, play and do all the best for myself. In a way making everything feel obsolete. Nothing having existence except me with myself. Never would I stop cheering and supporting myself. Nor will it leave me nor can I leave it All these time, ...

When I treat life as a way, I live life the The Guerilla way. Fight the enemy outside and also the one within. So there is no escape from the war irrespectively. This life being an illusion, I have no yearning for it. Or will make any effort to hold on to it. The starting point is that I embrace death whichever way it comes. Never and ever seek mercy for life as that's a bad bad deal. Be alone and know I am my sole friend. Real men do not need friends or depend on one. When there is no clinging to life why to depend on anything for any gain. Be a master of solitude; needing none while living the best moments in it. Life is an illusion and so are words. Never engage in talks, specially to women and fools. I can never win the war of talk with them and return will be inescapable. Keep no friends merely for support as that's the nature of female folks and gays. A man comes alone and he leaves this life alone. I will give up anything anytime with any needed effort. There is nothing ...

Hey Me! Just shut up and keep the balls rolling None is interested in the ugly sound that comes out of this mouth. Whatever be the feat, just shut up; If I speak, sooner will I be caught to be a bozo And if delayed, will definitely be known to be a bozo, but a little later. There is already too much noise and when I hate it, why not keep the mouth shut And not puke out opinions, advices, tips, tricks, criticisms. There are billions on this this earth and let's not add up to the noise. If one thing that I want to be and make me kinda like myself. Just shut up and get the balls rolling rather than the tongue. And if I feel tempted to speak. Write a poem just like this that none will ever read

We get happy when we get something. But everything in this world has something better that it. So once we get something, we desire for the better of it. And now what we have becomes a cause of suffocation that we worked so hard to get. Surprisingly none of us notice, that often we have what we aspire for. But when we get it we do not recognize its presence And so we remain unhappy again. That's why it's often said that we have something when it's taken off from us. Since our object of yearning is reset and we start working for to get. What we have lost and when we gain it again, feel it was not worthy for so much struggle. So happiness through object gain or anything in this relative world will always remain a myth. And unless I realize I will forever continue to suffer. Since the seller will always know that I will get lured by anything that appears better. Or make me feel that others have better than what I have. And I will again get unhappy unless I know there is no happ...

How often I heard say; do something that it would silence all. When you perform and hear claps and applause; know that you haven't done the best. Talks are fake and are either to please or condemn. But when you perform and all get silent and lost, know that the job is done. The bomb is dead silent, but when it explodes, it leaves nothing. A master artist will never teach since that is for those who have stopped enjoying performing. The best in the world are performers and when of no avail they teach. Harsh but it's a Truth. The best discoverer, inventor, scientist is unskilled at speaking and expressing. While the speaker can talk about anything without actually realizing it. The loudest noise is heard because of the silence preceding and following it. When I have some realization, no words is enough to express it well. And when I am talking and expressing, it will always remain far from the Truth.

I loved her and she had to say me one big thing. Laughingly that I destroyed her, left her to nothing with no trace of remorse. That was how much we love each other. How well Love and Self-annihilation goes hand in hand. Who gets annihilated and why is the lover left to nothing. It is the individual Self or the ego connected to the world that gets destroyed. And how we are ready to unite even if no desires are fulfilled. Desires are connected with this world but love transcends it all. It leaves no differentiation as I start seeing something of her in everyone. But why it still fails, so often if not always. So long we love only the person; but we are subject to and at the mercy of this world. But a person can fail, but never the love. Lucky are those who loved even though it failed and caused pain. Rather than those who never loved or want to love because of calculation and fear of ego-annihilation. Or fear of surrendering or losing one's say. What's the use of all these when ...

He was sometimes happy and sang merrily, lost in his world. He was sometimes sad and sang painful song and lost in his world. Some noticed him and followed him and stealthily listened to him. Lest he sees them and stops singing with switch in his mood. Now I pull all the audience to listen and watch me. Create a sad or happy mood depending on the audience. I follow the audience and perform for them and not for me. While earlier I was followed when I sang in my happy, sad or pensive mood. How things got so fake, manufacturing emotions and mood. And we continue to love to live in it. Never would such song be soulful. A bird stops feeding when watched So is a man, who fakes to sing when watched. And we man got so good at faking that we rarely know who we actually are.

A path immensely painful as I must drop off all that lures me. Truth and pursuit of it is the nutrient and that can only sustain me. This world is illusory and now it is time to give it up. This is also a path of excellence. And if I move with rightful intent, I will get completely alone. All will abandon and none would join. But that will root out expectation and there is nothing left to realise. When I am detached, desireless and aversionless. It will take deathly patience but it is so worthy to pursue. Me only by myself and I am the only world that exists. I choose to tread that path knowing well. That I may fail and not even well prepared for it. But what to do, there is no other way. A harsh truth much fulfilling than a sweet lie. And this world is an illusion, And the earlier I escape from it, the better it is. I agree that it will be painful, requiring immense patience. And I choose to tread this path, knowing there isn't any Failure is almost guaranteed in this path for May...

I see someone often even though how dull she is. But I say I fell in love, but it must be that I got used her. Love is self-sustaining and humans are subject to change So aren't we humans unworthy of love. Call it care, sympathy, desire; but never confuse it with love. Why then I fall in love with the prettiest girls, But lest care if I fall unworthy of her, while ignoring that she is too precious. Human infatuation is like recipe; it can sustain only when changed too often. And why infatuation do not last beyond two years. And none will admit, even it they stay together that it's not love. But some kind or dependency or a habit. We have a lot a habit we seem to undermine the ugly part of it. We start loving eating pig while it is such a shittiest animal. There is nothing more real than I am at least for myself. So never objectify love as it is for sure to fail. Who knows if your lover dies too soon when love is still raw. It is absolutely rare for anyone to not hunt for anothe...

He be a king or whatever, but not in real unless he is controlled by his mind. This world being an illusion and the mind is must be it's one and only actor. It can put anything weird and absurd and keep me rolling. It feeds on duality, relativity and all that defines change. It must already be having enough of junk with it. Knowing that it feeds through the sense organs. I can and will decide what it can feed on. And then lets see if it acts wise thereafter. Nullify this mind, and there is nothing I can expect. If this bears pain, that is worth millions of joy. It is known to be impossible to feed it with something wrong And then trying to tame it. I choose to control the exposure of my attention which I have the power. So that I use my mind for my use and not the mind when I least need it. Let's give it a try if I can exist completely without it. And I cannot be smarter if I continue to watch my mind and it behavior. I can then act against or on or tune the system that gives m...

If you do not kill the animals, animals will kill you. If people keep quiet, govt. will exploit people. And if govt or ruler keeps quiet and weak, there will be chaos against the ruler If the poor do not attack the rich the rich will exploit the poor. If a partner let the other take him for a ride, that will never stop still he is also balanced in strength. If the rich do not save themselves, the poor will rip off the rich. There can be no justification for polarization or sidelining with group or people or organization. If socialism, capitalism, feminism, communism and all the other isms do not get into action The opposite of it will exploit them, but they are themselves doing the same. Why can't we have an answer for that why we are in this type of system. But one thing is for quite sure. One who starts the devilish act; the same will be applied on him. A robber makes a weak strong by attacking him so often and sharing him his skill That the robber will be attacked the same way h...

He is best at something with no desire or interest to talk about it or be known He is inclined to no one, nor any anger But when angry all laugh at him while all fear his intention when he smiles. He is oblivious of that which distracts and angers all. While he gets angry at the most insignificant thing. Nothing matters to him, he expects nothing from anything or anyone You give him what he needs, but he bothers not to please You do not give him what he needs, he has no sign of anger, frown or aversion He never has any experiences and never feels to talk about it He has no interest in talking about something he knows He wins the battle and disappears He loses the battle and stays back without caring if he be killed or of condemnation None can lure him to life or scare him of anything, disease or death. He never begs for anything, never for his life. He never chooses, takes what may come though he has it all to earn it. He never acts life, never will you see him acting good or care to b...

Shut off the light, the sound, the feelings. Shut off the senses that receives it Open the eyes if the mind waits when eyes are closed Wait till the world, body, mind and everything cease to exist The Sun lights up but it cease to exist for me When all cease to exist and I am conscious of my pure existence All exist by It and through it. Then do I say that I have realized who I am When there is no mind, all the relative dissolves No consciousness of time, past or future I am in the darkest cave but still realize my existence and conscious of it or ..... No It, no That, nothing remains. All wait to be noticed by my consciousness, but I can choose it Am I That, that lights it up all Then I am not so trivial as I thought me to be The world exist and doesn't at my whims I am the Existence-Knowledge-Bliss; the Realization, the knowledge of my Pure existence gives me Bliss. There can be nothing more real and absolute than This The body sheds off, mind gets nullified but I do not cease to...

 Oh God! Did man make you or you made him. Anything man makes, man has to go to him. A man made robot and must go to it to execute on his commands. A robot can never do anything unless a man makes a man to do so. So is with everything that man has made. Are you one of that kind, made by man and so never seen. Else you must have frequented me, irritated me like all mortals. I am a man, and fear too and so I do not conclude with this man-made idea. Since if you make a plan to visit me and question me on this poem. I am not sure how to face you, not even sure how you would look and be dressed.

Why do you call for freedom to wear what you like. Men are vulnerable to carnal desire and you know it well. You want to be seen and noticed, not necessarily directly though. But none can advise you on that; it's not right to expose yourself in the crowd. Men are weak and children too and why don't you help them here. While you fume when asked to dress anything, but not expose your body. You blame men and their character too. How would you feel when your friend walks in, With skin exposed towards your brother or your partner. Something must be real wrong with you, if you do not call her a bitch. You know he is weak in that area and she must have taken some care. They call women an agency of illusion. Be in your best form as a mother while private to one whom you can decide. Men are weak in this area and even the oldest men with family and holy men fall prey to your skin. While you seek freedom, but you trap others to their objects of desire. You aren't real women unless you...

How foolishly I could not understand the beauty of Sadness. I feel sad when I have no hope or desire left as none could be met. Isn't this what all been yearning for; the state of natural detachment and desireless. Hope and desire go hand in hand. And when sad I can l look forward to nothing and none. And this is the only chance I am left only with myself. And nothing can get more real than this. When the world cease to exist or make any sense. This isn't a small thing, even happiness could not give that. I embrace the grief and sorrow that helps realise the fleeting nature of this world. Happiness brings with it ego and illusion. And I do not agree less, ego makes me so ugly and foolish how handsome I could be. Celebrate sadness and harshness of life. They teach and help realize more than anything else could do.

One thing that's been always by my side. It's you, my cigarette. Real men are rare and I always felt it's only those who smoke. Many I inherited from Baba, and this too is one. The charm in him was reflected; he with his smoking pipe Many say it's bad, but this is one thing I never would like to leave. In good and bad, you always powered me. You burn out, but why you are so dependable. In the dark wild I feel so strong when you are there. I left you so many times but keep coming back to you again and again. You kill, but I do not think you are as bad as this world. Let's see how long we stay together or you push me to my deathbed. That should be ok, I will have atleast someone always by my side The girl I ever loved, when she asked me to quit you. I told her, I love you but spare me from choosing between you and my cigarette

How attractive is the damsel rarely seen and never heard. How attractive is the toddler playing all alone with its feet and toes. How attractive is the one oblivious of the world How attractive is the deep and virgin wild and woods. How attractive is the music with no words and open to infinite interpretations. How attractive is the man deeply absorbed in his Self. How attractive is the love that does it all but no words ever needed for its expression. How attractive is the damsel silence of envy and her feeling of insecurity. How attractive it is to find me all by myself and walking in the woods. How attractive are the days passed in solitude and no contact with human. How attractive it is to be lying on the bed and reading a book in the wee hours of the night. How attractive it is to have my phone stolen and never to be traced. How attractive it is to get cut off from the society and left to nature's whims. How attractive it is to get lost forever and never finding my way back. H...

I ask myself, if not apparently happy, why do I not look gloomy and sad. I have realized this world has nothing to offer  All will lose it, the more they have and hold on to it, the more they will have to cry. I wasn't genuinely happier when I had not much, but envy was deep within. But now it's quite real as it just do not bother me what the world has to and not to offer  And I have expected to expect nothing out of it. I laugh at my self-asserted joy when I have so less; both people and asset. And ask how can I be happy and fearless too. I am happy since I have no yearning for life; nor fear of loss, disease, injury and death. I ask myself why I not look forward for anything externally. I say, man may have created the concept of God as he could not rely enough on himself. And I have realized, no God or any can help or guide me except myself. I am my God, I am my friend and foe too. All will be with me when I am of some value. But I have to and so will be with myself irrespec...

 A man is meant to die in the war; be it war of life. A man is not a man till he has any yearning left for life. None can lure him to compromise just for the sake of his life. He isn't made to live a life of comfort; with meals served regular and on time. He remains oblivious of all the change around him. Be it; everything swept off his life. Reason being; he is a man, all can come and all can go at his whims. A real man needs no shoulder to lean on. He knows this isn't an easy life and nothing to be expected. Friends come and go; but he cries or yearns for none. And never does he leave anything, be it his mates; lured by a woman. A man is not meant to shed tears. He is to live in blood and sweat. He waits for expects nothing or attaches to anything. He creates whatever he has left behind. He smokes his pipe and whiz of the dead, but never cries. He knows life is unforgiving; and it's the muscles and action that all matters He does not live old just to eat and sleep. If his...