MUSINGS WITH THE MASTER......

Master: 

'What is your life anyway ?'

Ever scared that something will happen to you......some one will harm you......
Relentlessly trying to assert your worth...as if you were worthless by default.......
Guilt ridden every now and then........
Incessantly trying to impress, add more substance, manipulate, explain, convince.......

How have you gone so astray ?
How did you get lost in this falsehood ?

Come on....Son.......Its is time to return......
It is time for homecoming........

Disciple:

Why were you this late.......? ?

Master:

I was here throughout.....watching all along.....your zest and zeal......thought not to disturb...........

Son......early and late are for those who are trapped in the vexation of time.....we are birds of eternity........
Now flutter your wings.......chew this cane......let us fly.........


mashoodkk

LEARNING

Through sincere imitation
I stumbled on the art of being original
Through shameless acceptance
I started seeing glimpses of my naked face.

mashoodkk

LIFE'S GRAVEYARD

In the crafted mask thickly build
To shield in deceit the inner void
I saw worlds largest graveyard
Live souls gracefully buried.

Neither the agonies of angst
Nor the melodies of any zest
Only the gloom of self crucifixion
With no promise of a resurrection.

mashoodkk

Dedicated to the author of THE AUDACITY OF HOPE

Your Punishment or Our Crime ?

When I cannot do what my mind aspires
I blame my self......
But what if I end doing things which
I never wanted to.......
Am I the guilty or thee......
Is this disobedience your punishment,
Or our crime.....

mashoodkk

Secret of Beauty

When thou gets unveiled
What happens to thine beauty's glory
For it never can touch those zenith
While hidden within the cloaks of mystery

When they put the pen down
Admirers their gaze away
Thine hands and eyes may take it
For the comedy is over.

mashoodkk

For thine eyes I am an impostor

Neither did I change overnight
Nor could I, but for thine sight

Thine hands never came close to my veils
So tender is it that a gentle breeze suffice
And thou now accuse me of hiding my face

For thine eyes I am an impostor
Thou definitely art  no stranger
We all see what we wish to see.

mashoodkk

REFLECTIONS (3.0)

We all have our insecurities and limitations. But it should be our duty to ensure that they do not escalate into proportions that will inflict irreversible sufferings on others.

mashoodkk

Attempted translation of a couplet from VAYALAR

"Never will I be in love with any philosophy
That heeds not the laments of a suffering soul"

The original lines in malayalam

"Snehikkayilla njan ...novumathmavine....
Snehichidathoru tatwashastratheyum....."

MY PROPHET - THE GARDENER OF THE DESERT

Thou rekindled the spirit of tauhid
From the ashes of thine forefather grand

Held it safe in those cupped hands
Burned it aflame into an alchemist's fire

The shattered pieces of clay transformed
In thine hermetic vessel, perseverant

The inner light twinkled bright
Reverberated through heavenly height

The spark of self became a burning beacon
Over the dark ages like a radiant beam

Bartering tremendum through sleepless nights
An orphan evolved to an emperor of worlds

Lord called thee  mercy to the mankind
Gifted us mi'raj the most beautiful night

Oh!  the charming gardener of the desert
At thine holy feet, garlands of a billion salute

mashoodkk

OBLIVION AND DISGRACE

Infected is my vision
That Seeks in every corner
Either the futile pride of peacock
Or worthlessness of a worm

Oblivious to one's identity
The eagle wandering like a crow
Eyes ever on altitudes was my creed
Rambling shameless in garbages for feed

mashoodkk

DEPTHS

Sunken deep, amidst wrinkled brows
Those eyes may soon lose their vision
Yet whenever I look into them
I see myself as I haven't ever before.

mashoodkk

DISILLUISION

Eternity crumbling down
To exuberance of a moment
That will never pass
When time will freeze

All the idols turning to dust
Demons and devils burned to ashes
The formless reigning supreme
Bliss and back to the promised land.

mashoodkk

MY COUNTRY

Innumerable sleepless night
My mother land spend
Nurturing the infant of wisdom
In the spiritual cradle, warm

Her ever replenishing bosom
Nurtured all with no qualm
Yet the ugly hands of ingratitude
Many a times, made her bleed

Yet as witness unto the world
Stands her soul unconquered.

mashoodkk

MOTHER (2)

In thine lap we cries
In thine bosom lies our solace
Wisdom sleep in your eyes
Thy heart give birth to poems

Thou weep in silence
The music of cosmos
Fire of your inner angst
Intense to burn, even the hell.

mashoodkk

MOTHER

Mother alone knows
Lessons alien to books
For she saw hardships
Unseen ever by mortal eyes

Deep within her bosom
Written in scars is a poem
Alas ! with little rhyme
Its title is LIFE.

mashoodkk

INFANT WEEPS....

Oh! Dad, I am scared
That thou may be displeased
Thine frown and wrath
Orphans me to death
Alone in the middle of a desert
I stand gazing into the vast
The earth beneath slipping
My tender feet trembling
The swirling wind of worthlessness
Devouring me into its emptiness.

mashoodkk

INFANT SINGS....

Oh! Dear dad
I will be thine pride
Thy love, hug and care
Is all my only desire

I have no fear
As long as you are near
Thou protect me from evil
And thy can beat any devil.

mashoodkk

CONVERSING WITH MY LORD

Deny me a place in paradise
I have no complaints
I accept my little merit
But a place in my beloved's heart
That one day I can stand before you
With my head held high.

mashoodkk

REVELATION 2.3

We often do not have much say on what may befall on us. Nevertheless we have little more leeway in how we are going to react to it.

mashoodkk

REVELATION 2.2

Standing where I am today and looking back....I am surprised by my own insignificance in the shaping of me. I was just one among the multitude of factors. Likewise I will ever be......

mashoodkk

REFLECTIONS

-- One who hates an individual probably has not understood what a human being actually is. Not to forget hate is anyway subtly self destructive.--

-- One of the reasons for our ingratitude to life is our limited exposure to it.--

--He who gets stuck with the mortals misses the divine--

--Nothing is more rewarding than hardships if we can steadfastly endure it--

--Delusions are often more real than the real.--

--It ain't about the result...It is all about whether you faced it with all your might...head to head...eyes to eyes....and fought till you collapsed. If yes your victory is only a mater of time.
Later....the grander.....--

mashoodkk

On the shoulders of GIANTS

"What do you care what other people think?" asked Feynman. Once these 'others' were asked to choose between Barabbas and Jesus. And they chose Barabbas ! Summarizing Feynman had a point ! Jesus elaborated it in his immortal final words "Forgive them my father..They know not what they do..."

mashoodkk

REVELATION 2.1

Reality by all means should be grander, profound and beautiful than my fickle, limited imaginations
rooted in infantile wishes and expectations. The only thing is that I should develop the strength to realize it.

mashoodkk

On the shoulders of GIANTS

Albert Einstein used to ask " Am I or the others crazy?". Not only a genius, anyone who is striving to be true to oneself and true to life will face this question at some point. May be that is why
Swami Vivekananda urged the youth to remain firmly stationed in what they believe is truth, even if the whole world stands against, that too with swords in their hands.

mashoodkk

The Frog with the Inflated Head

Oh! my fickle, limited imaginations
Vain infantile expectations
Blind to the beauty of reality
The little 'I' with the inflated head
In the well of the fable of Aesop
Sits here and sobs to my own misery
Oh lord, waiting for your mercy

mashoodkk

REVELATION 2.0

Looking back everything seems miraculous
Looking ahead I feel unfathomed exuberance
In a tiny little drop of insignificance
Concealed is a universe of heavenly glories.

mashoodkk

JOURNEY THROUGH THE ANCESTRAL LAND

Through the spooky valley of nightmares
Held my breath and traveled barefoot
In the chaotic turbulence,
I smelt the molten lava of fear
The living turned dead
And the dead regained life.

Exuberant were my ancestors
Was it their outstretched arms
Or my lost paradise
Who knows, an infant only feels.

mashoodkk

TO THE KIDS

Oh my restless little kids
Enough with fiddlings
Its time to play the sport
I will watch you from the stand.

Thine dad is getting old
It is time to sleep
Tomorrow thou have to go to work.

mashoodkk

SWEET SLEEP

Somewhere in the midst of scorching heat
We slipped into some shade deep
And swam unto peace
The sweetest of all sleep.

mashoodkk