PARASITE OF LIFE

Imageries of a scary tomorrow
Like a mite, feeding on life's marrow

Oh fear ! Was thine ugly spirit afloat
In mine early moments like a blot

Or was it the vulgar hands of culture
That robbed me of my vitality and vigor.

mashoodkk

THE BATTLE FIELD WITHIN

Our analytic mind sink like a solid through the viscous time into darkness, paving way for inaction and hedonism, unless painstaking effort keep it afloat. It seems like the law of nature that striving and struggling has got no substitute as far as progress is concerned. Nature ruthlessly ensures perdition to the dull and lazy. Nevertheless battling the hurdles can be turned to a challenging and not mere frustrating experience, with sufficient vision and wisdom. Akin to the being trapped between the devil and the sea, we too often get caught in the either extremes of vulgar laziness or unbearable strain. The problem turns to that of management then. Self knowledge always is the key for self management. Surprisingly we would realize at a moment that the greatest of our enemies were within, roaming freely in our own fort, disguised as well wishers. The sharpness of our wit and analysis, the accumulated experiences of the past......every weapon in our armory will have to be taken out if we have to stay in the battlefield.

mashoodkk

PSYCHIC REALITY AND OBJECTIVE REALITY

If we scroll through our past, it won't be difficult to recall instances where our perceptions had nothing to do with reality, which we could realize only after the whole episode of events rolled by. Irrespective of the essence and characteristics of the perceptions, delusions reigned like as if concrete, at times euphoric while at others scary. There come into picture the significance of the ability to see things as it is and not as we are. The road to simplicity starts from here. The challenge lies in the fact that no path is more complex than that running towards simplicity.

mashoodkk

THE INNER ENEMY OF PHYSICS - A LATE NIGHT EXPERIENCE

Few minutes with physics....that was enough. Introspection revealed the automatic activation of certain thought structures. High voltage sentences started emerging out from them, with rhythm and passion, as if they were so subtly keen to snatch the spotlight of my attention away from physics. Initially the effort was for an equal share, but over the time like a drop of impurity diffusing into a volume of pure water, the whole cognitive faculties got hijacked. More striking was the tact with which the occupation was carried out. Like an army headed by a master manipulator occupying a piece of land with pure tact, shedding not even a single drop of blood, so was physics taken away from me. It was traumatic ! As I woke up to my senses I realized that all resources have been looted, leaving me intellectually paupered. The pain conceived an inner warrior to ensure my ride back into the marvels of human intellect. Now it is up to me to breastfeed and nurture him.......

mashoodkk

CASTLE OF FEAR and FOOL'S PARADISE

Castle of fear and fool's paradise
Where the less worthy lot lies

Like a wandering musk dear
Of its own fragrance unaware

Knees tremble and their eyes waver
Upon conflict free roar of the tiger

mashoodkk

THE ART OF RELAXING

Ignorant are we about many things which we mis think we are adept in. One of them is relaxing or resting. The art of relaxing is the art of re energizing. Getting pissed off, yielding to a fit of frustration, accompanied by acts of self destruction, finally spiraling down to sleep is not to be mistaken as relaxation.

A sharper introspection bring to the fore another subtlety involved in poor habit of calming oneself down. We are afraid of resting. The insecurity and fear lurking beneath hisses silently, uninterrupted, ensuring that we never relax whole heartedly. Result is that we neither rest nor work, but are doomed to sleep with conflicts and dilemmas. Peace always remain as a distant dream though only heartbeats away.

mashoodkk

TESTING TIMES

The problem is real. Not a hint around on how to go about it. Doomed to no other option but to sit and glare into the vacuum. Patience hard to sustain, repeatedly ripples of peevishness is breaking forth. A dry strange feeling of helplessness and feebleness filling the empty cup of heart. Like a drought hit land yearning for rain exposing its cracks, so does the forehead with its shrinking. Unusually longer time seems like carefully preparing the ground for temptation like a traitor within. Mind tacitly turning credulous in the vain hope that self deception works at times. Melodies no longer possess the rhythm and music it had. Drooping eyes resorting to the spectacles of cynicism to keep the vision unblurred. Like a boat lost far within the sea stagnant in space and time, under scorching aridity, so does the mind stand in the desert of time.

In short we call it 'TESTING TIMES'.

S/he who could stand it resolute, detached, overcome with steady eyes, unyielding to temptations, unfettered by fear and despair, with little complaints and mournings, firmly convinced that however long the tunnel be there is going to be light at the end, make the time stand up and salute.

mashoodkk