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The Madman, "Yes, three days, three centuries, three aeons. Strange they would always weigh and measure. It is always a sundial and a pair of scales."

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

(165)

As I turn to stone,
Buried under ages of sooty stillness,
Eyes open
And glare down at my snug convenience
From within.
Consciousness rumbles,
Trying to shake off fossilized thoughts.
It inches its tempted tentacles
Towards wondrous hazards,
Hypnotized by the mellow, mutinous song of the soul.
Sacrifice is in order
As revived gods erupt into tumultuous dance
Atop barren, volcanic alters,
Crying for fire in their overflowing hunger.
I choose I must burn, let my being melt grain by grain.
This burning is the birth of my free will,
A prison bound in desire,
A labyrinth that twists itself into paradoxes
Every time it turns.
Every time it dies, it comes alive.
Such is the world I create,
Such is the grave I dig for myself.
In undying life, i meet certain death.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

(164)



अँधेरे खंगालने हैं, खोट निकालने हैं
दश्त का दूर से दीदार बहुत हुआ
अब उस पागलपन में डूबना है
पाप की राक्षसी घुट भरनी है
दिल के आखरी कोने से ऐसी चीख निकली है
कि उजाले की सफ़ेद चादर फट गयी है
जगत का काला चहरा साफ़ हुआ है
भद्दा मज़ाक़ हुआ है, इंसाफ़ हुआ है
आज अपने अंत का एहसास हुआ है
अब न सलाम चाहिए न दुआ चाहिए
दर्द की आस लगी है
पत्थरों की मार चाहिए
अपने बुज़दिल दरवाजों के पीछे छुपना मुझे देख के
मैंने आत्मा उघाड़ दी है, उसके दाग़ बिखर रहे हैं
नींद की ठंडी चाल बिगाड़ दी है
अब सूरज सा जगना है, प्रचण्ड अग्नि में जलना है
बेझिझक सर्वनाश की तरफ बढ़ रहा हूँ
मैं काल हूँ, अपने आप का विनाश कर रहा हूँ

Monday, February 8, 2016

(163)

Suspended in airlessness
Where up is down and in is about
I’m tumbling through unanimated rest
Awash in long unhurried shockwaves of exploding boundaries
Nothing moves
Nothing sees
Nothing gives
Nothing is
But I
My infinite peace
And sweet, sweet sleep

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

(162)



This is a prayer.
My soul has contracted and retreated into itself
From having gone round and round too long.
Too much birth has it suffered,
Now it begs for everlasting death.
Too many questions have run into each other
And withered, waiting, without answers.
They haunt my world, cursed and curdled,
Whispering confusion and commotion,
Unquenchable, inescapable.
They torment my soul,
It is tired of wandering and asking
It has sought and sought
But rejected everything it ever got,
Now it is desperate to accept.
It has gone out enough,
Now it wants to let in,
To just be, without further becoming.
Perfection keeps calling from the beyond
But just lies there,
Conspicuous and absent.
Let it fill my empty vessel; it is weary of its own noise.
I have searched so long,
Now find me.
I’m on my knees, praying,
Begging,
Please!

Saturday, January 30, 2016

(161)

all these words
this mess of riddles
all the hours of practice, all the lessons learned
the rigour of penance, the sins of the flesh

all this i take and give it up into the sacrificial fire
around which this universe is a mere altar

the fire which nurtures with energy every direction, every particle
which cloaks the totality of earth and sky

that fire which has consumed every fiber of my being
and in whose healing embrace my soul rests in eternal peace


inn saare shabdon ko
paheliyon ke janjaal ko
jitna bhi abhyaas kiya, jitne bhi paath padhe

tapasya ke punya ko, shareer ke paap ko
in sab ko uss agni mein jhonk rha hoon

jiske liye ye bhrahmaand havan ka kund bana hai
jo har disha, har kan ko oorja se seech rahi hai
jiski aanch mein ghire hue hain dharti aur aakash
jiski pyaasi lapton mein mera rome-rome bhasm hua h
aur jisme jal ke meri aatma ko shanti mili hai

(160)


    This is the journey of the nameless through himself,
    The unraveling of his secret,
    The picking of particles that make up his being,
    Diving into perpetual becoming,
    Fabricated by stimulant fear,
    The primal push.

    The first stage,
    Undifferentiated nullness,
    Too scared to be.

    From the first vibrations,
    The second stage was stirred,
    Birth of the first elements,
    Scared to stone,
    Too afraid to breathe.

    In the third heave,
    Those particles dared to breathe,
    But stunned by impulse,
    Immediately shut their eyes
    And died.

    Subsequent stages
    Saw the gradual purging of fear
    And the thrill of prolonged awakening,
    The transformation of will into fate,
    Creation of this,
    From photons to faces,
    From cell to seed.
    The gentle knitting of consciousness
    That could conceive history,
    Remember the source it was to fill,
    Hear the nameless calling it.
    And fulfill the purpose of this becoming,
    The becoming of the being
    That chooses to be to not to be.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

(159)

Some shadows dance naked
In the raging rain of lust

Some lie smiling secret smiles,
Their carelessness sprawled across golden clouds

Matters magical
Fill minds of some with mystery and stars

Thumping their precious pride with thunder,
Some put their shallow strength on display

Move beyond this game of light and dark
And see all shadows vanishing like fallen chess pieces,
See substance dissolving
In the baffling motionlessness of unity
And rest



Sunday, January 3, 2016

(158)

Reason freezes
As I breathe in Death’s desolation.
I’m standing at the end of the future,
All of the past shrouded in the present.
The universes shatter into a gazillion pieces of Nothing,
Undifferentiated and free.
For the first time, Wholeness finds enough space to present itself.
All progressions and regressions condense into Singularity.

The Source,
Unclogged, finally breathes again its still-breath
And smiles with satisfaction,
Undisturbed, unchanged.

Another unbound eternity comes to Completion.
And a new one begins.

Another run of time’s tortured tick.

The Old-Master finds form again,
His spirit dances
As his heart hums his old song again.
His shadows fly,
Coloring all quarters with splashes of density.
His mad hair spread like black fire,
Messenger serpents
That slither to all corners of the new born emptiness
Planting seeds of the Soul wherever they burrow.
His flesh dissolves and fertilizes Ether with enriching lifeness.
His blood gushes, filling up rivers that flood galaxies.
His mind is lost,
Ecstatic,
Filling the cosmos with wonders is its only fixation.
Thus he swirls,
Going round and round and round…
Spirals become Nature,
Dizziness becomes Consciousness,
Exertion becomes Suffering,
Rhythm becomes Syntax.
He comes alive in everything
And Everything happens once again
Just like it always has.

Existence is but an expression,
The artist, a madman with a recurring dream.

Friday, December 25, 2015

(157)

Shooting stars, stuck behind magnificent pawns
On a checkered surface of crytallised space,
Surrender to waiting
Like a breath that’s lost its way.

Souls, shallower than shadows,
Whisper from beyond the edge
Risky propositions.

Bridges, made of promise,
Flutter in the crazed wind.
We cross, laughing all the way.

Beyond,
There is stillness
All the way to the deepest death.

Those that come back
Bring with them serene eyes painted with blankness,
Gotten from staring within too long,
Revealing that
Everything can be had from surrendering to nothingness.

(156)

There is Motion,
Created by Cause
Reaching towards an effect
Stuck in Transition.

Struggling,
The universe moves
From Stillness to Stillness,
A tree born of seed, to birth fruit wherein the seed sleeps,

An infant crawling to manhood,
A star burning to glow,
A sacrificial fire, the medium between deity and host.


Existence hurtles on,
As Time keeps score,
Unable to focus past the constant Present
Relentlessly egged on by the past
Repeatedly cheated by an elusive future,
Too blind in its drive to see,
Unable to realize
That its search is a deceit
So it can never really find

That stillness which it desperately seeks.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

(155)




As the eagle glides,
I rise
Through layers of fog,
Upto the open sky
I fly. I fly.

By the stars
That tickle the gentle night,
Stooped in space,
Wrapped inside my mind,
Secrets sigh.

In the waves
That don’t keep up with the time,
Dimpled smiles,
You’re everything I find.
Love’s lovely rhymes.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

(154)

Shut sunned eyes see
Seas of diluted blood red

Peeling layers
Discarded sanity

Brain waves dissolve
Into sublime surreal smoke

Smiles freeze
Underskin stillness creeps

The mantra echoes in the hollow

Wings rise
The soul flies

Soundlessness follows

And I laugh
And I laugh


(153)

As they peer into the Deep within,
Stretch their mind,
Creeping closer to breaching
The surface of the soul,
They fly further from the domain of man.

And they come back,

Dirty and dreamy,
Despised
For disturbing humanity in its stupor
As our collective Conscious suffers waves
That reach new shores.
We hate them for giving us a peek
Into new unknowns.

They’re scouts of our colony
Who step into the wilderness of the Spirit,
Rangers that break boundaries and set new limits.
They scare us
For they do what is unthinkable to us,
They hold still
They listen
They do not reason
Or stop at tradition
They stare down the looming horizon
And set out into the beyond
Towards seeming oblivion
And breathe life
While we grumble and follow.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

(152)



And the moon shown
With a light of its own
You were standing in its shadow,
Nothing green grows
There’s no music anymore
A silence sleeps here darkly snoring,
A tiny nodal spark
Carries on the torch
I’m lost inside my heavy head,
And your sweet perfume
Soothes every feisty fume
And I will never again need to get up.

Friday, November 13, 2015

(151)



घंटों ख़ुद पे हँसता रहता हूँ मैं
कोई पूछता है क्या सोच रहा हूँ
तो कुछ कह भी नहीं सकता हूँ

नीले उजाले की एक नदी
नसों मे बह रही है
उसमे उठते-फटते बुलबुलों से जगमग है
मस्तिष्क मे बसा मंदिर
उस मंदिर मे बैठा मैं पुजारी हूँ
पूजा मेरी हो रही है
आँखों के रास्ते आकाश मे फैलती है नीली नदी
उससे रौशन सारी कायनात हो रही है
जिस अंतरिक्ष को ख़ुद रौशन किया
जब झाँकती हैं उसमे आँखें
तो लगता है उसकी काली कोख मे
सारी रौशनी सदियों से सो रही है

पर बंद आंखों से मैंने देखा है ये
उस नदी मे बहता रौशनी का छोटा-सा क़तरा हूँ मैं
उस मे घुल के एक हो जाते हैं संसार के सारे फ़र्क
हर सतह समान हो जाती है
एक चमक रह जाती है बस

कात के उस चमक को समय के चरखे पर
अंधेरे के काले धागे बनाए हैं मैंने
जिससे बुना है सारा संसार फिर से एक बार
इस ही उधेड़-बुन मे लगा देख के
हँसता है संसार मुझ पे
और उसकी हंसी सुन के
मैं ख़ुद पे