Kaivalya

Shall I wait till the day of Valentine- Or confess right away my love for you? For, always be alike feelings of mine- In dry mornings or evenings of dew; In the shimmering hot sun of summer Or in the killing chill of winter's cold! Brand new seasons or those memories old; I ever in silence like a hummer Sing the same lyrics I wrote of my love- My sweet love, that I never spoke about Yet had not allowed to establish doubt Of my admiration that stands above The Heavens that are seen only in dream: A dream that you are or your name a dream!! P.Siddartha. 21May2006.

(She:) "Was that the sound of gentle streams That on this rocks are falling to?" (I:) "No, my Love! it is in your dreams That my dry lips are calling you!" (She:) "Was that the voice of that great bard, Who grew so wise and died too young?" (I:) "No my darling! it is not hard To hear my heart humming your song!" P.Siddartha 17may2006.

There are those who have an ambition There are those who have a solemn dream; And those with strong determination That flow in wild woods like a graceful stream. Where are they? P.Siddartha. 16may2006.

Blind was I Couldn't see While you were in Front of my eyes. Mad am I Can't forget when You are away From my arms. P.Siddartha. 16may2006.

A strange thing, I don't like soccer...but i wrote something on that too!!! What with life? I ask myself. And often find Some strange answers. Says one voice It's a soccer game In which you win On scoring goals. Yells another It's a soccer ball You get kicked By unknown feet. One more shouts It's a soccer net You catch and hold When a good one comes. What about This soccer thing? I sometimes ask and Answer myself. For some this Soccer is but life; And for some this Life is soccer. P.Siddartha 16 May 2006.

These are some of my random thoughts, which I fear may be lost with time!! So, as Thoreau said: "Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience". I do not want to have my iron cold, whilst I attempt to drill a hole in to the massive rocks, hoping to see a ray of light that perchance could make me Enlightened. Following are some of thoughts I would like to record for the time being, and somewhere in eternity revisit them and keep my promises!! To begin with a few lines that I am really proud of to have written recently: This thought in mind of you alone, Turned me into human from stone ! Perhaps, this is one of the best couplets I loved to create. And may be if there is enough inspiration, I could build this up to a good set of stanzas. Then again there are some less inspired but nevertheless worth recording: I know what I am I am a loser big t...

As always, a dream that's interrupted, a song that's forgotten, a story that's never happened.... I had a dream over last night A dream so vivid and so real. I had this strange kind of feel- As my mind and soul had begun to fight. Said my mind, "Forget it fool- This fleeting thought that you have. You're not made for this thing called love." As if imposing on me a rule. Said my soul, "Come on! Come on! Welcome to this dark world of lust- Where your desire and your wish come first." As if singing me an old tune. When I woke up on the daybreak A fresh breeze of smile flew up my lips. As I walked past and climbed down the steps Right inside my chest started this ache. My heart! I knew, it was my heart!! Poor my heart was throbbing too hard. I felt I must borrow a few lines from the bard And express my grief, through the graceful art. Until I saw her face again (Or was it her body first I saw?) I writhed and whined in an attempt to withdraw From thi...

Socrates said that ‘The unexamined life is not worth living.’ He actually, implemented this principle and not just lived for it, but even died for the same. This is what I gathered, amongst many curious facts about Socrates from a neat book on the Western Philosophy. At this juncture, I thought I should contemplate once again on my stand in defending my own theory and philosophy. Well, on the periphery, my judgment of Socrates, his life and thoughts are pretty simple, he was closest to what I comprehend as Perfection. Although many of his thoughts as the present day books suggest look amazingly familiar to a student of ancient Hindu scriptures, I have a doubt whether a character called Socrates did really exist or was it a profound imagination of Plato of a perfect human being. In this essay, I would like to emphasize on what my thoughts are in relation with what I know of the Socratic thought. I must admit and forewarn that I am still studying Socrates through Plato’s dialogues. I met...

Notes from “Medieval Thought – The Western Intellectual Tradition from Antiquity to 13th Century” by Michael Harren. (MacMillan). Pages: 8-9 Plato’s philosophical background: I. 1) Pythagoras (530 BC): doctrine of the permanence of soul in terms of transmigration. 2) Universe reduced to mathematical formulae. (Pythagoras) 3) Timaeus: description of composition of bodies. II. 4) Earlier speculations on the nature of reality (Metaphysics) – problem of interpreting change. 5) Heraclitus (500 B.C.): i) Change was the natural condition of reality and had emphasized the relativity of things as we experience them. ii) Divergences were aspects of same reality & that accordingly reality was one. 6) Parmenides (475 B.C.)- founder of Eleatic School. To notice change and plurality was to be deceived by appearances; reality as perceived by reason was one- constant Being. Such a monolithic concept of Being forbade change. If a thing does not exist (was not al...

yesterday, i realized what a sucking loser i am. yet again, that is. the beginning of the day was sort of good. i saw her after a long time, that too pretty closely. i was near the staircase, about to walk up to the food court and she was coming from the opposite direction from the ICICI ATM. she surely saw me and God knows what she thought. to give a little background, after having been unaffected with the opposite sex after my last crush about a couple of years ago, i started noticing this pretty face really after a long time. although there are too many chicks and babes who seek attention at my work place, this pretty face was way too different. at least that's what seemed to me. although i might have seen her many times before, i noticed her only after a long time. it was during the commuting in the local RTC buses, that I got my eye on her. since i am into poems, i wrote one for her. this became a personal favorite of mine and i showed it off to my friends. the feeling didn...

With a greying beard upon Thy chin And a Holy cloth covering Thy brow Thou smile at me, when all my senses go; When my heart is weak and my skin is thin; Thou give me enduring strength against pain, Thou hold me up when I am feeling down- And when in my selfish desires I drown, And my own sins pour down as drops of rain Thou show me way to Thine Holy Kingdom Where Thy sweet children live in love and peace. Let me bow down my head and bend my knees And pray to Thee to take me to Thou home O! The Holy Saint of the Shirdi town Let exalted be forever Thy crown! P.Siddartha Dt: 29/08/05

At the dawn of a day so long, I sing for you a purple song; Wearing purple you come along, ‘Cos a purple world is where we belong. At the dawn of a day so long, I sing for you a purple song; Wearing purple you come along, Before this feeling grows more strong. At the dawn of a day so long, I sing for you a purple song; Wearing purple you come along, Do understand; don't get me wrong. P.Siddartha 17/08/05

The Seventeenth Star of the Eastern sky Shimmer brightly over the world so high Having sit on the deadly Scorpion Till the afternoon, since the early morn With Mitra, the friend, as your ruler Bestow upon me the worshipping power. Sometimes in light pink, sometimes in dark blue But more oft Purple as your true hue Twinkle forever and sprinkle below On my dry life, all colors in rainbow. Bring with your smile a shine every night Fill all my mind with your divine light. The Seventeenth Star of the Eastern sky!! O Seventeenth Star of the Eastern sky!!

When she makes me blush 'Is it love?' I ask myself And desire her touch.

Often I had chanced to ponder on And awe at the wondrous gracefulness With which she manages to climb in The brimming omnibus amidst human mess. Her name, I know not, but I can tell Her's is a beauty which many fancy. Though I'm unsure she bears which fragrant smell- Her cheerful face, even in my dreams, I see. Seldom she opened her little mouth To converse with a neighbor sitting next And spoke in sweetest dialect of the South, Her tongue now moving and now coming to rest. On some hard day, in the crowded bus With effort she strains her nimble feet Would she be angry? I start to guess.. Yet her smiling lips are just as sweet. P.Siddartha Dt:June 2005

I wonder, while the summer breeze Blows splendidly during the noon- Of when this life of mine shall soon By all its virtues come to cease. In forlorn nights of trembling cold When there's no moon to look upon I dream of stars beyond the sun Which glisten brighter than the gold. When 'tis time for the autumn rain That drops so hard causing this pang I think of all the bards who sang Of wealth and strife, of love and pain. I hear slow whispers around me "There is no devil to kill us And no desire to fulfill thus" I understand what I couldn't see. I wish to seek the Truth untold Unknown to many, and hence find The secrets lying in my mind- I shall then become strong and bold. P.Siddartha May 08, 2k5

Lest I mistake this summer rain As Thy blessing to heal my pain Lest I forget, my life of shame Whilst I still chant Thine Holy name Perchance I glance backward at moon, Hoping my dream will come true soon Lest I feel 'tis time to renounce And Thine own words lest I pronounce Do make me wise, let me be right Bless me follow the Divine Light. Before I lose this hazy game Before I burn in flames of blame Allow me chant Thine Holy name Thy name, sweet name, Thine Holy name. P.Siddartha April, 2005

Bear me your countenance And allow me a poet's stance So to sing before her castle Enamoring odes of romance. Longing was I for this fair chance To break this spell of evil trance On my tonsured vocal muscle And produce in blissful nuance A solemn tone reflecting penance I'd done, to be blessed with a glance Of her eyes on my life's puzzle, Unsolved by many and perchance She could, with her perseverance, End my miserable endurance Of this tough grueling battle; Bestow back my significance. P.Siddartha 17/04/05

Shall I bow at Thine holy feet Or gather the dust beneath them And rub my forehead till there’s heat To vaporize all evil from My mind of which, I was so proud; My thoughts of which, I seldom thought. Like Thunder strikes a moving cloud And kills all foes it ever fought, Strike me such as I never had No doubt on my ability To serve Thy kingdom as Thy bard. Bestow me with tranquility; Shower on me kind words of love, Let my honor exalted be. In Thy pure eyes allow me have A nobler place whence I can see Nature and seasons in full bloom The mighty sun; the placid moon; Make me blissful and leave no room To sorrow; hence I start to croon And hum Thy hymns which I invent, As on my art I contemplate Leaving no moment left unspent Caring no King however great; My youth I shall not let go waste By running after wine and wealth; I despise greed and give-up ha...

‘Soul’ is consciousness. Soul is the vision in eyes, strength in muscle, intelligence in mind, feeling in heart and so on. Soul can be of a particle or wave or another intangible form. The basic nature of soul is curiosity- to learn, to know. If you feel conscious of something, then your soul is in action. An intangible form of soul is that which cannot be seen, only felt. Probably, it is a ‘force’ or ‘energy’, which is not tangible but still exists and is real. The soul feels the joys, pains, anger, compassion, love, hatred etc. The true sense beyond all physical senses is the soul. The temporary state of the soul is that what it behaves in the material world. The whole universe is built on the bonds that connect the individual souls. Thus, universe is a collective state of consciousness and a hence a collective soul. Humans lead their lives based on instincts and intelligence. This intelligence is the soul of the human mind. I get back to one of my favorite conclusions that ‘mind’ is...