Monday, October 13, 2014

My friend of misery

"The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven." - John Milton.

attahi attano natho
attahi attano gati
you are your own master
you make your own future. - Buddha.

“I would never have amounted to anything were it not for adversity.” ― James Cash Penney.


My dear miserable friends,

Misery is your friend only till the point that you learn the lesson it had intended to teach. After that, it becomes a burden. And as is the fact, if you haven't learned it already, one never keeps misery to oneself. He always throws it on people around him and now with the advent of technology, even on people who are sitting at the opposite end of the globe. Misery has found a faster way to travel the world.

It is highly likely that whatever misery you are going through has already been experienced by someone you know. It is not always important to experience every misery because that would simply exhaust you and in worst case scenario, depress you. So if you are miserable, identifying that you are miserable and that this misery is not being caused by any external object or person or circumstance but by your own ignorance(moh) is an important part in recovering from your misery. You cannot outrun misery and he is the best hide-n-seek player you'll ever have the privilege to meet because he will always find you and he always hides in plain sight. You must face him head on. Be brave, because the good news is that every present misery is as temporary as your past ones. To let it harm you or to not let it harm you, that is the question. And that is a conscious choice you need to make.

So when someone is trying to do something that will benefit you, not because he is saying it or some priest has said it or some scripture says it or it is attributed to some god or goddess but that you find it legible by your own common sense, listen and give a fair trial to it. If you think it can help, talk to those who have tried it. When it comes to your mind's integrity, leave no stone unturned. If you let in a virus in your mind, it is bound to wreck havoc.

Ones you become an "appropriate adult", you are responsible for your own actions. Your actions directly affect your parents, siblings and friends. When you are miserable, these are generally the first batch of helpers with whom you share your misery. Your actions are a direct consequence of the state of mind you carry every moment. Everything you say to them, if they really care, has a direct consequence on the state of their own mind and if you have a guilty conscience, it is bound to get worst for you. What you say or do can psychologically break them or make them. It is entirely an individual's choice whether they want to break others or make others. One dislikes, becomes agitated when oneself breaks, similarly others also get miserable when they are psychologically broken. This is not the art of living.

Something undesirable has happened or something desirable has been lost will make one's mind agitated and only generate more ripples of unwanted thoughts and ignorance will pave way to regrettable physical and vocal actions. But even before a physical or a vocal action has transpired, the mind already starts harming itself, rolling in misery, multiplying it and you start oscillating between the past and the future. Hours will go by and you will realize later you just wasted important hours of your life in misery when they could have been used for something constructive.

Remember, don't break but make. Be a positive reinforcement. And each individual must strive to do this.

Be Happy.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Immortal Friend

I sat dreaming in a room of great silence.
The early morning was still and breathless,
The great blue mountains stood against the dark
skies, cold and clear,
Round the dark log house
The black and yellow birds were welcoming the sun.

I sat on the floor, with legs crossed, meditating,
Forgetting the sunlit mountains,
The birds,
The immense silence,
And the golden sun.

I lost the feel of my body,
My limbs were motionless,
Relaxed and at peace.
A great joy of unfathomable depth filled my heart.
Eager and keen was my mind, concentrated.
Lost to the transient world,
I was full of strength.

As the Eastern breeze
That suddenly springs into being
And calms the weary world,
There in front of me
Seated cross-legged,
As the world knows Him
In His yellow robes, simple and magnificent,
Was the Teacher of Teachers.

Looking at me,
Motionless the Mighty Being sat.
I looked and bowed my head.
My body bent forward of itself.
That one look
Showed the progress of the world,
Showed the immense distance between the world
And the greatest of it's Teachers.
How little it understood,
And how much He gave.
How joyously He soared,
Escaping from birth and death,
From it's tyranny and entangling wheel.

Enlightenment attained,
He gave to the world, as the flower gives
It's scent,
The Truth.

As I looked
At the sacred feet that once trod the happy
Dust of India,
My heart poured forth its devotion,
Limitless and unfathomable,
Without restraint and without effort.

- J Krishnamurti.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Late night musings

good night: because when the dark falls and even your shadow leaves you, my wishes will still be by your side.

unconditional love: when you know you will always be the first to say it but regardless you keep saying it.

compassion: you are famished yet you share your food with a stranger.

motivation: a heart drunk on inspiration.

happiness: a forced effort turned habit.

mass writing spree: a heart vomiting.

writer's block: the aftermath called hangover.

emptiness: because I am not shallow.

silence: the longest moment.

60% lust, 60% love: The sole person dominating your thoughts after waking up, before falling asleep and in between.

dreamless nights: because my dream has come true.

dreams: a magical place that gets more realistic with age.

mother: who else loved you even before you were born?

childhood friends: ego meets its nemesis.

philosophy: gossiping for the 2%.

home: shelter with a heart.

words: telepathy.

thoughts: godlike.

irony: when god sneezes and whispers 'bless myself!'

mind: tamed, nirvana; untamed, a beautiful tragedy.

tragedy: living death.

common sense: what?

sense of humor: something you are told to have when you get offended by someone's idea of joke.

social network: less social, the more the network.

temptation: a steeper gradient.

opinion: one too many.

fact: a proven opinion.

truth: an omnipresent fact.

God: 1 ÷ 0 * truth.

Satan: because every yin has a yang.

nature: law.

punishment: going against nature.

miracle: existence.

magic: miracle.

poet: a scarred human.

poem: a permanent scar.

writer: Experience. Persistence. Imagination. Curiosity. EPIC.

sleep: a temporary solace.

death: an unknown constant.

life: an unknown variable.

organized religion: manmade opiate.

faith: crutch.

blind faith: blind seeing dog guiding a blind human on crutch.

trust: a hint of doubt.

anger: quick sand.

depression: there is always a reason.

schizophrenic: never alone.

suicide: too eager to meet the maker.

ego: a self-hosted no-holds-barred contest.

zenith: where humans aspire to reach.

nadir: where the living dead survive.

name: a convenience for others.

I: a transition.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Lost in translation

Meter - Tetrameter
Rhyme scheme - ABBA

Words don't stand by me anymore;
I get lost in their twisted tales,
And never talk about my fails
Though it's become a daily chore.

Though silent musings tell-a-tale,
How often do we find a soul,
With whom we connect as a whole,
Whose heart can understand this tale?

If you have found this person now,
Just let your loving heart go bare;
Second chances are often rare
And so unto Love make a vow.

To love with pure heart, old or young,
For a sacred vow holds till death,
It must be fulfilled with each breath,
So cross your heart and bite your tongue.

  - ashay(5th April, 2k14, 0315 hours)

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

'Enlightenment in a Paranoid Sense'

Meter: PENTAMETER
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBA CDDDC EFFFE


All our troubles are alike twinkling stars,
More so evident the darker the night,
If you may dare not to give up the fight,
And wait humbly for the speck of first light,
They will still be there as camouflaged scars.

The recurring writhe thus festered with time,
Deepening the scars to be plain to all,
To all, the pain is camouflaged astral,
Lightened be the path for those who stand tall,
Still walk must he tall to pay for his crime.

It's a path worth walking in all it's glory,
It's a dawn worth waiting for all it brings,
Like a butterfly first times flutters it's wings,
To the tune of peace and freedom it sings,
Per se, is a reward of self-victory.

-ashay(19th feb, 2k13, 0007 hours)