Spiritual Illiteracy

Hours and years ticked by
I remain still a mere nobody

Scorching torture from within
Conscience turned tyrant reigning

It is hard to bear material poverty
Unbearable are the streams of spiritual illiteracy.

mashoodkk

Tomorrow........

Tomorrow I will write about the little lilies
Dancing rainbows and flying butterflies

Tonight let me remain awake
Fabric of a dream is in the make

Early morning we will leave,
In the dewdrops we will dance
We will play with little lambs
Wet in the rain, heart in the air.

mashoodkk

KILLING THE KRISHNA WITHIN....

An inner unrest, anxiety and teeming fear
To comply, to conform, to perceptions exterior

Killing the Krishna within, while in the field
Leaves Arjuna no much choice, but wither and lament.

mashoodkk

BUDDHA SMILES......

Free ride over the random waves of mind
In moments we are lost with land far behind

Then follows yelling and screaming of life's miseries
In a silent corner, under the shades, Buddha sit and smiles.

mashoodkk

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