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Friday, 22 February 2008
YASEEN PUTHAN VEETIL
SILSILA
UDUMBUNTHALA
SOUTH THRIKKARIPUR
KASARAGOD
KERALA 671311
INDIA
yaseenpv@gmail.com
* * *
Only the worm becomes the butterfly.
* * *
DARKNESS NEEDS NO NOURISHMENT.
DARKNESS NEEDS NO NOURISHMENT.
* * *
No leaf, no life.
* * *
NO BARRIER IS WORSE THAN EXPERIENCE.
* * *
Search not light with light.
* * *
ACTIONS ARE ANSWERED PRAYERS.
* * *
The mother of noise is silence.
* * *
SMILING RADIATES VISUAL FRAGRANCE.
* * *
Go hungry for the ultimate delight.
No leaf, no life.
* * *
NO BARRIER IS WORSE THAN EXPERIENCE.
* * *
Search not light with light.
* * *
ACTIONS ARE ANSWERED PRAYERS.
* * *
The mother of noise is silence.
* * *
SMILING RADIATES VISUAL FRAGRANCE.
* * *
Go hungry for the ultimate delight.
* * *
THREATEN YOUR EGO WITH A PIN.
THREATEN YOUR EGO WITH A PIN.
* * *
Sight blinds insight.
* * *
REALITY SPRINGS FROM THE DEFICIENCY
OF DREAMS.
* * *
Touch to touch the soul.
Sight blinds insight.
* * *
REALITY SPRINGS FROM THE DEFICIENCY
OF DREAMS.
* * *
Touch to touch the soul.
* * *
THE SCORPION CARRIES BEHIND THE CURE FOR
THE QUIZZING PHILOSOPHER.
THE SCORPION CARRIES BEHIND THE CURE FOR
THE QUIZZING PHILOSOPHER.
* * *
No bowing , no learning.
* * *
BARRIER IS A HORIZONTAL LADDER.
* * *
Teachers invent imbroglios.
BARRIER IS A HORIZONTAL LADDER.
* * *
Teachers invent imbroglios.
* * *
HUMANITY IS NATURE'S SUICIDE IN
SLOW MOTION.
* * *
Through the pinhole, a thousand stars.
HUMANITY IS NATURE'S SUICIDE IN
SLOW MOTION.
* * *
Through the pinhole, a thousand stars.
* * *
THE RAINBOW STAYS ON THE PEACOCK.
* * *
The bee shares, the butterfly never.
THE RAINBOW STAYS ON THE PEACOCK.
* * *
The bee shares, the butterfly never.
* * *
JOIN THE DROP TO JOIN THE OCEAN.
* * *
Seeing is closing your eyes.
* * *
A STAR MAY HIDE MANY A STAR.
* * *
The water fountain is ever new but
ever the same.
* * *
Water dreams in bubbles.
* * *
MAGNANIMITY IS AN ELEPHANT STEPPING
ASIDE FOR AN ANT.
* * *
The human is an amphibian living in and out
of good and evil.
* * *
PEACE CURES HAPPINESS.
* * *
Hearing is shutting eyes.
* * *
PROGRESS, LIKE LADDER, NEEDS LEANING.
* * *
The baby smiles to answer a thousand
questions.
* * *
THE RUNNING STREAM STAYS.
* * *
Some answers are timid birds afraid of nearing
the arrows of question.
* * *
NO MOONLIGHT ON THE MOON.
* * *
Knowledge often blinds.
* * *
EXCEPT FOR THE HUMANS, EVERYTHING IS FREE.
* * *
The nose may love what the eyes hate.
* * *
THE WORLD IS THE PRISON RECOGNIZED LAST.
* * *
Truth is a bird venturing out in silence.
* * *
NO BABY IS NONMAGNETIC.
* * *
Sometimes the ant eats the elephant.
* * *
PREDICTIONS, TOO, ARE PREDESTINED.
* * *
Mind cuts diamonds.
* * *
THE LOUDEST NOISE IS SILENCE.
* * *
SENSATIONS
Life could be just a series of sensations, internal or external. Sensations, sensations, and sensations.We touch, taste, smell, hear, and see things.
We might touch and taste a mango, smell a flower, hear and see a singing bird.
Sometimes we might feel hungry or satisfied, sad or joyful, painful or relaxed.
We may like some sensations and dislike some others.
* * *
A CUP OF COFFEE WITHOUT THOUGHTS
Is it possible for us to live in a world of pure sensations? The way, perhaps, the babies do?
A world only of sensations and no thoughts?
Could a grown-up person ever enjoy a cup of coffee without thoughts?
Just the sensations: the smell, the taste, the warmth, and the total feel of it?
It is not as easy as we might often think it to be.
As we drink the coffee an army of thoughts might cross the horizon of our
consciousness.
We might think about the aroma or the sweetness of the coffee. Or
about the colour of the cup. Or a good old memory might come
swimming to our mind.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
* * *
THE BABY AND THE WORLD OF SENSATIONS
The human baby lives mostly in a world of sensations.
Alas! A baby clings to the bosom of its mother
feeling all those sensations: the taste of the milk and the lulling
rhythm of the heartbeats.
The comfort of the breeze, the pain of the ant-bites, the soothing
caresses of its mother.
Apparently, no thoughts are involved.
Just sensations, sensations, and sensations.
* * *
THE HUMAN THE UNIVERSE
The sun, the moon, and the stars.
The earth and the diverse things and beings on it.
The rock, the soil, the minerals, the plants, the animals, and the humans.
The nonliving things are affected/changed by physical forces: the wind,the climate, the rain, the lightening,
the earth quake and so on.
The living things too affect the nonliving things.
The animals, during their struggle for existence, change their environment.
However, the animals do not often upset the ecological balance and natural harmony.
The humans, with their power of thought and knowledge, can bring about drastic changes.
Humans can eradicate species of life forms, destroy forests and mountains. The humans constitute
the most dangerous species that can harm the planet.
* * *
PHYSICAL EVENTS AND THOUGHT-DRIVEN EVENTS
A stone is affected by physical causes: the sun, the climate, the rain, the geological turmoils,
asteroids from outer space and so on.
Human mind can split, shape or destroy a stone.
The plant is primarily affected by physical forces as well as its genetic heritage.
Both might cherish a tree for centuries. A tree might survive thus for centuries.
There appears the human who may or may not affect that tree.
The human mind is capable of destroying that tree at will.
The animals are often affected by physical events, their own instincts, and the limited choices they make.
The humans are affected by physical events, their own instincts, and the tremendous choices they make
using their freewill.
The human thoughts, knowledge, and freewill often affect the stone, the minerals, the plants, the animals,
the humans themselves, the outer space, the moon, and even other planets.
In the future the human mind might also affect other galaxies as well.
* * *
THE HUMAN EFFECT
A stone is always happy.
I have never heard a saying like that!
But a stone could be happy as long as none appears with a chisel to torment it!
And what about plants?
Naturally, plants are fed by nature: the soil, the rain, the air, and the sun. Plants themselves can
do little to change their conditions except through some processes like growth and adaptation.
The life of the animals are often affected by physical forces. Their activities are often driven by
their instincts. They are affected by the environment as well as by the other beings around them.
However, the most dangerous enemy of the animal appears to be another dangerous animal: the
human.
Thus the humans affect the stones, the plants, the animals, all forms of lives including the microbes, the
earth, the moon, the planets and perhaps, in future, even other galaxies.
The humans affect the universe.
Perhaps, the most dangerous effect of all could be the human effect.
* * *
C O N S C I O U S N E S S
A virus exists inside a germ which lives in a worm which, in turn, lives in a human who sits in a room in a building which is in a city in a continent on the earth in the solar system within the Milky way sitting pretty among countless galaxies in the Universe.
All of these exist in the consciousness!
Every creation appears and disappears in that
Ultimate Consciousness--The Ever Living One.
* * *
LIGHT UPON LIGHT
What do you see?
Absolutely nothing, there is nothing at all!
Then comes a sudden illumination: Colours,
shapes, tones, textures, patterns, and, a
thousand things "appear" as if out of
"nothing."
Years of blindness is cured in an instant.
* * *
IMPRESSED BY SIZE
When then truck kills an elephant, a hundred
cameras and a thousand eyes might devour
the sight.
When the ant is crushed by the same truck, eyes
fail to see.
Worms, ants, frogs, and a thousand other forms
of life are being crushed to pulp by the "wheels of
human progress" every moment, every day.
Their remains, if gathered together, might equal
a hundred elephants a day.
And, a thousand cameras and a million eyes
might pounce upon the sight.
* * *
SHOT BY THE SMALLEST
How powerful is the human!
With a single shot the human can kill the
largest animal on earth.
Yet this giant-killer sometimes succumbs
to the"invisible shot" of the smallest
being on earth.
* * *
THE ANT ENTERS THE SWEET STALL
At last--at least-- a single grain of rice!
The ant voraciously munches it.
Oh, what a concentration.
And what a satisfaction!
Later, the ant happens to enter
a sweet stall.
Countless stars of temptations.
Mountains of sweets--mountains
of confusion.
The ant is hungry still!
* * *
I CAN BUT I WON'T
That is what morality is about!
"Oh don't do this, don't do that!"
Where is the point in shouting such words
to a totally paralysed person?
Alas! the totally powerless are incapable
of "doing" either good or evil
Reward and punishment are for those who
possess the power to do things.
If an individual is incapable of committing
a "sin" he cannot gather the reward for
"not doing it".
What about intentions? Even to intend
something you need power!
The powerful, in certain matters, voluntarily
becomes "powerless."
What else, indeed, is more beautiful?
* * *
PEARLS OF UNDERSTANDING
Pearls are valuable because they are rare.
Understanding is a pearl amidst the
sea of misunderstanding--so rare and
so valuable indeed.
* * *
KEEP VANISHING, RAINBOW DEAR!
We love to gaze at the rainbow mainly
because it vanishes soon.
What if the rainbow just stays there
longer?
Oh, what a wonder!
An hour or two later: I would have stayed
to watch but....
After a full six hours: Not boring at all but
I feel tired....
After twelve hours: I can't stand it....
After a day or two: Who cares!
* * *
OH PULL IT ON, GENTLY!
When we are tired of pushing hard,
pushing and pushing--and still things
remain undone--try pulling!
A gentle pull--and there it is, open wide!.
* * *
INVISIBLE TOOLS
Let me try to make a flower, an artificial
one.
I look for scissors, colours, brushes,
and tools of all sorts.
There, beyond the window, I could
see the ruby red flower half-hidden
among the green leaves.
* * *
PAINFUL IS DEPARTURE
You are free and you are going home--
and still you weep, fellow prisoner!
Were we not together for a long, long
time. Were we not, dear?
* * *
THE KEY TO LIBERATION
If the pundit fails to recognise the key,
the escape from the cage is impossible.
Especially when the pundit plays with
the key or using it to open tins and
bottles.
* * *
JOIN THE DROP TO JOIN THE OCEAN.
* * *
Seeing is closing your eyes.
* * *
A STAR MAY HIDE MANY A STAR.
* * *
The water fountain is ever new but
ever the same.
* * *
Water dreams in bubbles.
* * *
MAGNANIMITY IS AN ELEPHANT STEPPING
ASIDE FOR AN ANT.
* * *
The human is an amphibian living in and out
of good and evil.
* * *
PEACE CURES HAPPINESS.
* * *
Hearing is shutting eyes.
* * *
PROGRESS, LIKE LADDER, NEEDS LEANING.
* * *
The baby smiles to answer a thousand
questions.
* * *
THE RUNNING STREAM STAYS.
* * *
Some answers are timid birds afraid of nearing
the arrows of question.
* * *
NO MOONLIGHT ON THE MOON.
* * *
Knowledge often blinds.
* * *
EXCEPT FOR THE HUMANS, EVERYTHING IS FREE.
* * *
The nose may love what the eyes hate.
* * *
THE WORLD IS THE PRISON RECOGNIZED LAST.
* * *
Truth is a bird venturing out in silence.
* * *
NO BABY IS NONMAGNETIC.
* * *
Sometimes the ant eats the elephant.
* * *
PREDICTIONS, TOO, ARE PREDESTINED.
* * *
Mind cuts diamonds.
* * *
THE LOUDEST NOISE IS SILENCE.
* * *
D A N G L I N G D E W D R O P S
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# 1
WISE IGNORANCE
* * *
The most learned academic
With volumes behind him
Looked through the window
And saw
Nothing but the darkness.
The most ignorant peasant
With sufferings behind him
Peered through the roof crack
And saw
A thousand stars.
* * *
# 2
FLOWERY PROMISE
* * *
'I will, I will
I will return'
Tells the bee
To the flower.
The flower knows
The impossibility
And falls silent
And falls silently.
* * *
# 3
MOTHER'S LAP
* * *
'The sun is about
To suck us all up!'
The shivering
Dew drop whimpers.
'Dear little dew of mine',
Consoles the morning sun,
'I will just drop you back
On to your mother's lap.'
* * *
# 4
READY TO BE ONE
* * *
'Be a little closer to me,'
Whispers the grass
To the careless stream,
'And let us become one.'
'Wait for a little while,
For a little while,'
Muses the flowing stream,
'And join me at the sea.'
* * *
# 5
STING OF LOVE
* * *
'Why don't you
Why don't you
Why don't you
Shed your sting,
And be sweeter
Like the butterfly?'
Asks the honey flower
To the honey bee.
'I do carry a sting,
A sting of love,
Unlike the butterfly
I do share the honey
And if I shed my sting
I would lose my love.'
So says the honey bee
To the honey flower.
* * *
# 6
ADMITTANCE
* * *
The mighty door of Truth
Resists the crowbars tough,
None of the crafty keys
Could undo Its rugged locks.
Truth is a rocky cliff
Unmoved before surging waves,
Yet It in reverence bows
Before a single drop of tear.
None could ever bash
The chamber in,
Just kneel and wait,
Wait and wait
For the beckoning glimmer.
* * *
# 7
VALLEY OF THE BELOVED
* * *
The valley of the beloved has no door
Yet, poor soul,
How long would you keep knocking
Going from door to door?
The weary, sweating pundit great
Struggling with the Book of Truth,
Do cease your grand efforts vain,
Only the unlettered could read it on.
The blind alone is shown the rainbow,
The deaf alone hears the melodies,
The tongueless is allowed to converse,
None but the weak gets the dream ride.
The bewildered soon joins the dance,
The proud is left knocking at the doors.
* * *
# 8
'So unearthly you are
And hats off
To your beauty divine!'
Exclaims the bewitched one
Dazzled by the lovely statue.
'And how, tell me how,
You became enchanting so?'
Says the statue in a blush,
'Just a stone was I,
Crude,ugly, ignored,
Until appeared a chisel
That chipped me into shape.
So, go and admire the chisel fine.
The chisel says,
'Utterly powerless was I
The hammer deserves roses yours.'
Bangs the hammer,
'Take your roses to the crafty hand.'
The hand points,
'The body should get the flowers.'
Stammers the body,
'Go and perfume the brain.'
The brain reflects,
'Roses are for the fruit.'
The fruit bows again,
'The leaf deserves the scents.'
The leaf smiles,
'Offer them to the shining sun.'
And the sun too
Declines the roses,
'I'm but a humble slave
Flowers are for my Master.'
* * *
# 8
SOURCE OF BEAUTY
* * *'So unearthly you are
And hats off
To your beauty divine!'
Exclaims the bewitched one
Dazzled by the lovely statue.
'And how, tell me how,
You became enchanting so?'
Says the statue in a blush,
'Just a stone was I,
Crude,ugly, ignored,
Until appeared a chisel
That chipped me into shape.
So, go and admire the chisel fine.
The chisel says,
'Utterly powerless was I
The hammer deserves roses yours.'
Bangs the hammer,
'Take your roses to the crafty hand.'
The hand points,
'The body should get the flowers.'
Stammers the body,
'Go and perfume the brain.'
The brain reflects,
'Roses are for the fruit.'
The fruit bows again,
'The leaf deserves the scents.'
The leaf smiles,
'Offer them to the shining sun.'
And the sun too
Declines the roses,
'I'm but a humble slave
Flowers are for my Master.'
* * *
# 9
'Tell me of your dearest wish,'
The dew drop to the ocean whispers
Moments before they each other hugged
'And tell me quickly, quickly, quickly.'
Coos the ocean almost in a trance,
'Every drop of mine shall become a dew.'
And?
'And every dew drop shall dangle
From the lips of every flower
That blooms in the world.'
And?
'And, every drop of mine
Oh dear, shall become thus
Kissed, kissed, kissed
By flowers, flowers, flowers!'
* * *
OCEAN OF DREAMS
* * *'Tell me of your dearest wish,'
The dew drop to the ocean whispers
Moments before they each other hugged
'And tell me quickly, quickly, quickly.'
Coos the ocean almost in a trance,
'Every drop of mine shall become a dew.'
And?
'And every dew drop shall dangle
From the lips of every flower
That blooms in the world.'
And?
'And, every drop of mine
Oh dear, shall become thus
Kissed, kissed, kissed
By flowers, flowers, flowers!'
* * *
നിന്റെ ചായക്കൂട്ടുകള് !
പ്രഭാതങ്ങളില് നീ അവ
ചക്രവാളങ്ങളില് കോരിയോഴിക്കുന്നു,
പ്രദോഷങ്ങളിലും!
ചക്രവാളങ്ങളില് കോരിയോഴിക്കുന്നു,
പ്രദോഷങ്ങളിലും!
നീ വാരിവിതറുന്ന വളപ്പൊട്ടുകളിലെ
ചാരുതയാര്ന്ന വര്ണ്ണരാജികള്
കാനനപ്പൂക്കളേറ്റുവാങ്ങി
ആടിയുലഞ്ഞുല്ലസിക്കുന്നു.
നിറവാര്ന്ന ഒരു പൂവിനായ്
വാശിപിടിച്ച
ഏതൊരു പൈതാലിന്റെ
നിലക്കാത്ത കരച്ചില്
നിര്ത്താനാണ്
നീ നിറപ്പൂക്കളിത്രയും
വിടര്ത്തി വീശുന്നത് ?
* * *
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ ചായക്കൂട്ടുകള്!!!!!!!! !!!!
നീ വലിച്ചെറിയുന്ന
ചായപ്പാട്ടകളില്നിന്നു പോലും
തെറിച്ചു വീഴുന്ന തുള്ളികള്
വര്ണ്ണ നക്ഷത്രങ്ങളായി
ആരാമങ്ങളില്
എണ്ണമറ്റ വിസ്മയങ്ങള് തീര്ക്കുന്നു.
മഴവില്ലായിരം പൊടിച്ചു തേച്ച്
മേനിമിനുക്കിയ മയില്ക്കൂട്ടങ്ങള്
കണ്ണഞ്ചിപ്പിക്കുന്ന
നിന്റെ ചായക്കൂട്ടുകളെ
നിന്റെ ചായക്കൂട്ടുകളെ
മലഞ്ചെരുവുകളിലും
പൂങ്കാവനങ്ങളിലുമായി
പേറിനടക്കുന്നു!
* * *
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ ചായക്കൂട്ടുകള്!!!!!
രാത്രി, തന്റെ
മിന്നിവിളങ്ങുന്ന കസവുതട്ടത്തിന്റെ
അഴകാര്ന്ന കരിനിറത്തിന്നായി
നിന്നോടെത്രയെത്ര
കെഞ്ചിക്കരഞ്ഞു കാണണം!
അതോ,
ഇരുള് മുറ്റിയ കറുപ്പില്
ചാലിച്ചെടുത്ത മുത്തൊളിവര്ണങ്ങള്
പാടെ ചിതറിത്തെറിപ്പിച്ചു
നീയവളെയതങ്ങ്
പുതപ്പിക്കുകയായിരുന്നുവോ?
* * *
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ ചായക്കൂട്ടുകള്!
ചിണുങ്ങിക്കരയുന്ന കുഞ്ഞിന്റെ
കവിള്ത്തടത്തില് വിടരുന്ന അരുണിമ!
ചാരുതയാര്ന്ന ഏതൊരു
ചായക്കൂട്ടു കിണ്ണത്തില് നിന്നാവണം
നീയത് ചാലിച്ചെടുത്തണിയിക്കുന്നത് !
കരകാണാക്കടലിന്റെ നീലിമ!
സ്വര്ഗത്തിന്റെ പടിവാതിലില്
കാത്തുകാത്തിരിക്കുന്ന
ഹൂറിമാരുടെ മിഴികളില്
നീലിമയിതു തന്നെ നീ
പകര്ന്നുനല്കിക്കഴിഞ്ഞില്ലയോ?
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ ചായക്കൂട്ടുകള്!
സര്വ്വപ്രപഞ്ചങ്ങളിലാകമാനം
മിന്നിവിളങ്ങുന്ന വര്ണ്ണങ്ങളൊക്കെയും
നിന്റെ വിസ്മയക്കുമ്പിളില്നിന്നുള്ള
തുള്ളിയൊന്നു മാത്രമത്രെ!
* * *
നിന്റെ പ്രകാശം
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ പ്രകാശം!
നീ പ്രഭാപൂരം ചൊരിഞ്ഞു നില്ക്കെ,
ഇരുളടഞ്ഞ വീഥികളില്
നിന്നെ തേടിത്തേടിയലഞ്ഞും
തപ്പിത്തടഞ്ഞും
തമസ്സിന്റെ പൊട്ടക്കിണറ്റില്
വീണു നശിച്ചവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
തര്ക്കിച്ചു തര്ക്കിച്ചു
തല്ലിപ്പിരിഞ്ഞവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
വെട്ടിയും കുത്തിയും
രക്തം ചിന്തിയവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
നിഴലുകള്ക്കു പിറകെ
പരക്കംപാഞ്ഞു കാഴ്ച നശിച്ചു
വീണുമരിച്ചവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
നിന്റെ പ്രഭാവലയത്തിനു മുകളില്
കനത്ത യവനികകളിടാന്
പാടുപെട്ടവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
നിന്റെ പ്രകാശം
തല്ലിക്കെടുത്താന് ശ്രമിച്ചു
അന്ധരായിത്തീര്ന്നവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
* * *
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ പ്രകാശം!
അന്ധകാരത്തില് നിന്നും
പ്രത്യാശയോടെ
നിന്നിലേക്ക് പാഞ്ഞടുത്ത്
സുരക്ഷയുടെ ശാന്തിതീരത്ത്
വന്നണഞ്ഞവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
നിന്റെ പ്രഭയില്
അലിഞ്ഞുചെര്ന്നവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
രൂപബിംബങ്ങളില്
തട്ടിവീണവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
തമോഗര്ത്തങ്ങളില്
ആണ്ടുപോയവര് എത്രയെത്ര!
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ പ്രകാശം!
നിന്റെ പ്രഭയ്ക്കു മുന്നില്
പരിഭ്രാന്തിപൂണ്ട സൂര്യന്
മേഘക്കരിവസ്ത്രമെടുത്ത് പുതച്ചുമൂടി
മലനിരകള്ക്കു പിറകിലൊതുങ്ങി നില്ക്കുന്നു.
താരകങ്ങള് നിന്റെ പ്രഭയുടെ
പൊന്തട്ടത്തിന്നുള്ളില്
കയറിയൊളിക്കുന്നു!
എണ്ണ വറ്റിയ,
എണ്ണമറ്റ പ്രകാശഗോപുരങ്ങള്
നീ കനിഞ്ഞുനല്കുന്ന
വെളിച്ചെണ്ണയ്ക്കായി
നിന്റെ പടിവാതില്ക്കല്
ഒഴിഞ്ഞ ചിരട്ടകളുമായി
കാത്തുനില്ക്കുന്നു !
* * *
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപം
ആകാശം ചുംബിക്കാന് വെമ്പുന്ന
കൂറ്റന് മലനിരകള്
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപത്തിനു മുന്നില്
വിനയാന്വതരായി
തലകുനിച്ചു നില്ക്കുന്നു !
കത്തിജ്വലിക്കുന്ന ഗോളങ്ങളും
ചീറിപ്പായുന്ന കൊള്ളിയാനുകളും
ധൂമകേതുക്കളും എല്ലാമെല്ലാം
നിന്റെ മുന്നില് വിറകൊള്ളുന്നു !
ആര്ത്തലക്കുന്ന തിരമാലകളും
ഘര്ജിച്ചലറുന്ന സിംഹങ്ങളും
വിറപൂണ്ടു നമിച്ചിടുന്നു !
ചക്രവര്ത്തിമാരുടെ കിരീടങ്ങള്
യാചകരുടെ കാല്പ്പാദങ്ങളുടെ
ചവിട്ടുകളേറ്റ് നിന്റെ മുന്നില്
ധൂളികളായി പറന്നടിയുന്നു !
യുഗങ്ങളും കാലഭേദങ്ങളും
പുല്കൊടിയഗ്രത്തിലെ
മഞ്ഞുതുള്ളികളായി
നിന്റെ മുന്നില് വിറച്ചു വീഴുന്നു !
* * *
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപം!
നിന്നെ നിര്വ്വചിചൊതുക്കാന്
വെമ്പിയ പണ്ഡിത ശ്രേഷ്ടരുടെ
വാചകക്കുതിരകള്
പേടിച്ചരണ്ടു ചിതറിയോടി
എവിടെയോ പോയ് മറഞ്ഞു !
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപത്തിന്റെ
പത്തായപ്പുരയില് നിന്നുള്ള
നെന്മണിയൊന്നുപോലും
താങ്ങാനാവാതെ
വാക്കുകള്
മഹാനിഘണ്ടുക്കളില്നിന്നും
വിരണ്ടിറങ്ങി ചിതറിയോടിപ്പോയി !
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപത്തെക്കുറിച്ച്
വര്ണിക്കാനൊരുങ്ങിയ മഹാകവികള്
വിഭ്രാന്തിയിലകപ്പെട്ടു
മൌനത്തിന്റെ കോട്ടയുടെ
കനത്ത കവാടങ്ങല്ക്കുപിറകില്
അഭയം തേടി !
ഗ്രന്ഥങ്ങളായിരം കലക്കിക്കുടിച്ച്
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപത്തിന്റെ
അങ്കിയഴിച്ചുനോക്കാനൊരുങ്ങിയ
കനത്ത തലകളുള്ള
കലാശാല വിദ്വാന്മാര്
പരിഭ്രാന്തിയുടെ ചുഴികളിലകപ്പെട്ടു
നിലവിളിക്കുന്നു !
* * *
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപം !
നിന്റെ ദൃഷ്ടാന്തങ്ങള്
കണ്ടു തീര്ക്കാനൊരുങ്ങിയ കണ്ണുകള്
പാടേ തളര്ന്നു വലഞ്ഞു
ഇമകളടഞ്ഞു വീണുറങ്ങി .
നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചുളള പാട്ടുകള്
പാടിത്തീര്ക്കാനൊരുങ്ങിയ
അനേകകോടി കൊകിലങ്ങള്
പാടിപ്പാടി വിവശരായി
തളര്ന്നുവീണു .
നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചെഴുതാന്
തുനിഞ്ഞ പേനകള്
മഷിയുടെ സാഗരങ്ങള്
കുടിച്ചു തീര്ത്തിട്ടും
ദാഹം തീരാതെ
അമ്പരപ്പിന്റെ
വരണ്ടുണങ്ങിയ മരുഭൂമികളില്
വിവശരായി തളര്ന്നുവീണു !
നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചുളള "വിവരങ്ങള്"
അറിയിക്കാനൊരുംബെട്ട
പരകോടി വെബ് സൈറ്റുകള്
അങ്കലാപ്പിന്റെ വലകളിലകപ്പെട്ടു
കേട്ടിപ്പിണഞ്ഞു വട്ടം കറങ്ങുന്നു !
* * *
ഹാ,
നിന്റെ പ്രതാപം !
ആകാശത്തിന്റെ
അനന്ത നിഗൂഡനീലിമയില്നിന്നും
നിന്റെ കുതിരകളുടെ
കുളമ്പടി ശബ്ദം കേട്ടു
ഭൂമിവിറപ്പിച്ച ഇടിമുഴക്കങ്ങള്
പേടിച്ചരണ്ടു
നിശ്ശബ്ദതയുടെ ഗുഹകളില്
കയറി ഒളിച്ചു !
ചുറ്റിലും ഭീതിവിതറിയ
മിന്നല്പിണരുകള്
പാടെ വിഹ്വലാരായി
മേഘമാതാക്കളുടെ
മടിത്തട്ടില് വലിഞ്ഞുകയറി
തലചായ്ച്ചു കിടന്നു !
എങ്കിലും--
കുഞ്ഞിനെ മാറോടണച്ച്
തേങ്ങിക്കരയുന്ന
മാതാവിന്റെ കാല്പാദങ്ങള്ക്കു
കീഴെയാണ് നിന്റെ സ്വര്ഗം!
വിശന്നു വയറൊട്ടിയ
ഫക്കീര് നിന്റെ ചങ്ങാതിയും !
* * *
SENSATIONS
Life could be just a series of sensations, internal or external. Sensations, sensations, and sensations.We touch, taste, smell, hear, and see things.
We might touch and taste a mango, smell a flower, hear and see a singing bird.
Sometimes we might feel hungry or satisfied, sad or joyful, painful or relaxed.
We may like some sensations and dislike some others.
* * *
A CUP OF COFFEE WITHOUT THOUGHTS
Is it possible for us to live in a world of pure sensations? The way, perhaps, the babies do?
A world only of sensations and no thoughts?
Could a grown-up person ever enjoy a cup of coffee without thoughts?
Just the sensations: the smell, the taste, the warmth, and the total feel of it?
It is not as easy as we might often think it to be.
As we drink the coffee an army of thoughts might cross the horizon of our
consciousness.
We might think about the aroma or the sweetness of the coffee. Or
about the colour of the cup. Or a good old memory might come
swimming to our mind.
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.
* * *
THE BABY AND THE WORLD OF SENSATIONS
The human baby lives mostly in a world of sensations.
Alas! A baby clings to the bosom of its mother
feeling all those sensations: the taste of the milk and the lulling
rhythm of the heartbeats.
The comfort of the breeze, the pain of the ant-bites, the soothing
caresses of its mother.
Apparently, no thoughts are involved.
Just sensations, sensations, and sensations.
* * *
THE HUMAN THE UNIVERSE
The sun, the moon, and the stars.
The earth and the diverse things and beings on it.
The rock, the soil, the minerals, the plants, the animals, and the humans.
The nonliving things are affected/changed by physical forces: the wind,the climate, the rain, the lightening,
the earth quake and so on.
The living things too affect the nonliving things.
The animals, during their struggle for existence, change their environment.
However, the animals do not often upset the ecological balance and natural harmony.
The humans, with their power of thought and knowledge, can bring about drastic changes.
Humans can eradicate species of life forms, destroy forests and mountains. The humans constitute
the most dangerous species that can harm the planet.
* * *
PHYSICAL EVENTS AND THOUGHT-DRIVEN EVENTS
A stone is affected by physical causes: the sun, the climate, the rain, the geological turmoils,
asteroids from outer space and so on.
Human mind can split, shape or destroy a stone.
The plant is primarily affected by physical forces as well as its genetic heritage.
Both might cherish a tree for centuries. A tree might survive thus for centuries.
There appears the human who may or may not affect that tree.
The human mind is capable of destroying that tree at will.
The animals are often affected by physical events, their own instincts, and the limited choices they make.
The humans are affected by physical events, their own instincts, and the tremendous choices they make
using their freewill.
The human thoughts, knowledge, and freewill often affect the stone, the minerals, the plants, the animals,
the humans themselves, the outer space, the moon, and even other planets.
In the future the human mind might also affect other galaxies as well.
* * *
THE HUMAN EFFECT
A stone is always happy.
I have never heard a saying like that!
But a stone could be happy as long as none appears with a chisel to torment it!
And what about plants?
Naturally, plants are fed by nature: the soil, the rain, the air, and the sun. Plants themselves can
do little to change their conditions except through some processes like growth and adaptation.
The life of the animals are often affected by physical forces. Their activities are often driven by
their instincts. They are affected by the environment as well as by the other beings around them.
However, the most dangerous enemy of the animal appears to be another dangerous animal: the
human.
Thus the humans affect the stones, the plants, the animals, all forms of lives including the microbes, the
earth, the moon, the planets and perhaps, in future, even other galaxies.
The humans affect the universe.
Perhaps, the most dangerous effect of all could be the human effect.
* * *
C O N S C I O U S N E S S
A virus exists inside a germ which lives in a worm which, in turn, lives in a human who sits in a room in a building which is in a city in a continent on the earth in the solar system within the Milky way sitting pretty among countless galaxies in the Universe.
All of these exist in the consciousness!
Everything is made of the consciousness?
Even the so called "unconscious things" are different forms of consciousness?They too are active. We, in general, are incapable of "feeling" the consciousness of other conscious beings. Then how can we be sure that a rock has no consciousness of its own?
Everything is living, active, and has its own life.
THERE ARE NO NONLIVING THINGS!
Everything is living, active, and has its own life.
THERE ARE NO NONLIVING THINGS!
Every creation appears and disappears in that
Ultimate Consciousness--The Ever Living One.
* * *
LIGHT UPON LIGHT
What do you see?
Absolutely nothing, there is nothing at all!
Then comes a sudden illumination: Colours,
shapes, tones, textures, patterns, and, a
thousand things "appear" as if out of
"nothing."
Years of blindness is cured in an instant.
* * *
IMPRESSED BY SIZE
When then truck kills an elephant, a hundred
cameras and a thousand eyes might devour
the sight.
When the ant is crushed by the same truck, eyes
fail to see.
Worms, ants, frogs, and a thousand other forms
of life are being crushed to pulp by the "wheels of
human progress" every moment, every day.
Their remains, if gathered together, might equal
a hundred elephants a day.
And, a thousand cameras and a million eyes
might pounce upon the sight.
* * *
SHOT BY THE SMALLEST
How powerful is the human!
With a single shot the human can kill the
largest animal on earth.
Yet this giant-killer sometimes succumbs
to the"invisible shot" of the smallest
being on earth.
* * *
THE ANT ENTERS THE SWEET STALL
At last--at least-- a single grain of rice!
The ant voraciously munches it.
Oh, what a concentration.
And what a satisfaction!
Later, the ant happens to enter
a sweet stall.
Countless stars of temptations.
Mountains of sweets--mountains
of confusion.
The ant is hungry still!
* * *
I CAN BUT I WON'T
That is what morality is about!
"Oh don't do this, don't do that!"
Where is the point in shouting such words
to a totally paralysed person?
Alas! the totally powerless are incapable
of "doing" either good or evil
Reward and punishment are for those who
possess the power to do things.
If an individual is incapable of committing
a "sin" he cannot gather the reward for
"not doing it".
What about intentions? Even to intend
something you need power!
The powerful, in certain matters, voluntarily
becomes "powerless."
What else, indeed, is more beautiful?
* * *
PEARLS OF UNDERSTANDING
Pearls are valuable because they are rare.
Understanding is a pearl amidst the
sea of misunderstanding--so rare and
so valuable indeed.
* * *
KEEP VANISHING, RAINBOW DEAR!
We love to gaze at the rainbow mainly
because it vanishes soon.
What if the rainbow just stays there
longer?
Oh, what a wonder!
An hour or two later: I would have stayed
to watch but....
After a full six hours: Not boring at all but
I feel tired....
After twelve hours: I can't stand it....
After a day or two: Who cares!
* * *
OH PULL IT ON, GENTLY!
When we are tired of pushing hard,
pushing and pushing--and still things
remain undone--try pulling!
A gentle pull--and there it is, open wide!.
* * *
INVISIBLE TOOLS
Let me try to make a flower, an artificial
one.
I look for scissors, colours, brushes,
and tools of all sorts.
There, beyond the window, I could
see the ruby red flower half-hidden
among the green leaves.
* * *
PAINFUL IS DEPARTURE
You are free and you are going home--
and still you weep, fellow prisoner!
Were we not together for a long, long
time. Were we not, dear?
* * *
THE KEY TO LIBERATION
If the pundit fails to recognise the key,
the escape from the cage is impossible.
Especially when the pundit plays with
the key or using it to open tins and
bottles.
* * *
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