The Ride

The obsession of freedom drove me away from all

I have nothing to cling on

The freedom I longed for bared my soul

I have nothing to offer nor anything to hold on to

No safety you demand for

Just the freedom to my will

That's all I have.

Gone Wild!!

I am a sinner, not so popular,

A sinner who tries living multiple lives,

Never owned a moral compass that defined self or,

A fixed personality to adhere.

An inner indecisiveness always rules

To be all, an identity I try to hold,

Push me into trouble.

Was that me? Who else can I be,

Or am I the rider gone wild who has nothing to gain, nothing to lose,

Nothing except to glorify every experience as a piece of art.

Innocence of Mountains!

Tall, majestically it stands, nothing to dither its path;

Home to many unknown, lavish trees, crystal clear spring,

Adds to its magnificence.

Untouched is its innocence, like a child playful, like a thunder powerful.

Let's not inject it with the pretense we adhere to.

Let the mountains be innocent.

Let the souls it nurture be its ally.

Let's not help them with our wants

Let the mountains be innocent.

The Fallacy of Misplaced Concreteness !

What if we discover that we were totally wrong about everything and we probably were, thus it takes courage to be in the quest of 'what is'.

Then comes our preconception of what reality is or supposed to be. Evidently, the question rushes in our conscious mind of who we are, how we are supposed to live, whom we are supposed to hang out with, what are we supposed to accomplish in life, or what gender are we meant to be.

It is important to realize how we have been living in a matrix controlled by forces consciously/unconsciously, we have no idea about. Who we really are, what are our potential, what we have to offer or what life can offer us? The mind floods the brain with uncertainties.We all try to be free and know our real self. However, before we try knowing, it becomes important to surrender the false self or come to terms with it and that's where the complexity lies.

The real self is very simple, there is nothing to know. In fact, you have got to forget everything known and delve into the unknown to know it.

For that matter, the religious text has nothing to offer, and it makes no sense reading books and learning about other people's ideas when we are already filled with so much of our own. If you read books, read it in a 'class situation' where any misconception grown out of the interpretation of what you read and what the author has put in gets straightened out.

My words will never propagate any idea, it might help you let go of the already existing ideas so as to have an experience of the self when you are completely out of ideas.

Before you ever had any idea, 'silence of the self' was what prevailed and that's all we strive.

Let me be Selfish!

With the world running through the wave of self-empowerment, where freedom, love, and gratitude are the keys to the existence, how far can we go being selfish? The society for that matter believes in a more pragmatic approach towards helping self with the motive of helping others, encouraging one to multitask, and that's where we all trip.

It might sound contradicting when on one hand we propagate on 'being self' and on the other 'being selfish' becomes derogatory. Such a commotion indeed! we are often left to choose when nothing needs to be chosen. We give when we have nothing, we teach when we know nothing. The strategy we incorporate to exist in harmony creates discord. Apparently, it's more of the war we wage with ourselves than with anybody else.

This is when selfishness becomes crucial, people now are trying to give more than what they have. We give love, advice when we ourselves aren't filled up with, and in the end left with nothing. What we had given, we never truly had for ourselves and the cycle of depression, hatred, self-dislike, pain sets in. Well, it is more of a self-inflicting pain the world's into than what is.

The world might quote me the blasphemer, however being selfish is the new selfless, selflessly loving one has become more important than the self-inflicting nuisance. This reminds me of someone once said-- “Only a cup filled with water can overflow fullness”.

Peace !!

Being Mr. Nobody-- The Beginner's mind!

Someone wise once said-- 'the search for self-realization is powered by our anxiety, our fears that feeds our ego causing frustration in our daily life'. Never realizing what it meant, gave a food for thought to analyze what the society's paradigm of 'self-realization' is.

When the mind is left alone, one can witness its vastness. Every individual find different means and methods to begin their search with certain parameters in mind as per norms, the parameter of what is known hitherto and what can be anticipated set by the society.

Now when the religious texts and scholars blow their trumpet of self-realization, often perplexed, the mind tries to find where it all began; tracing the search back in time; trying to find the beginner's mind becomes crucial, the original mind that beholds everything in itself-- it is always rich, ever sufficient, it is not a closed mind but an ever empty mind. This is where the possibility of being dual fades and is rendered with its oneness.

When the mind demands or creates a self-centered overview, it limits itself, however, when redeemed with no thoughts of self or any achievements the 'true beginners' begin their journey. Consequently, the true wisdom knocks the door.

The beginner's mind is always compassionate and boundless. The boundless mind is open to all learning. Eventually, the need for any religious texts or manual of conducts cease to exist and become redundant.

'In a beginner's mind there are many possibilities, in an expert mind there are few'. Who wants to be an expert when there is always something new to be known, being the unknown, being Mr. Nobody.

Let it be my way!

Tried adhering to the norms that define existence-- With a common notion of one being born wild, the society passes a bill of self-improvement on all. 

The game starts when the child barely learns to engage with the words spoken. Do this, do that-- Is this what you define what it should be? the charade carries on with the promise of rewards and honours, followed by the experience of the heaven only money can buy, juxtaposed with it, is the innocence of the child who doesn't care what the play is. He is muddled in his own existence, and there comes all to his rescue, to define the purpose, often which made little or no sense. 

The child is then compelled to learn to label, grade, and judge everything on his way. He is lost somewhere deep in the formula of being a gentleman from the savage. The idea of the self, flips over the context of self-improvement, without knowing that we can't do anything to get better than what we are. 

This might come to you as a relief; however the biggest irony would be -- we involve ourself in the process of self-improvement to make earth a better place to live, and be in service to people in need, creating more chaos than ever existed--dreadful ideas indeed!

The only way to realise the journey to self and improving the world is to know,

it is so. It is 'what is'. Being an observer helps, watch what happens, watch what you do. Your own nature will start taking care of itself because you are not obstructing its course. And one must not forget that the best creation always comes from a crazy mind.