Darts

I walk, walk, walk, to the edge of the cliff.
I sniff, sniff, sniff, to find a true being.
I ping, ping, ping, and none would reply
I fly, fly, fly, for I love to be high.

I fall, fall, fall, I feel air on my face,
I race, race, race, I feel tear in my eyes,
I rise, rise, rise, into a better time.
I rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, life is short to be sad.

I'm bad, bad, bad, for I murder my heart.
I dart, dart, dart, the question back now.
I love, love, love, the treachery you are.
I mar, mar, mar, and anew thou art.

I part, part, part, a path you know not.
I trot, trot, trot, to one dead alive.
I strive, strive, strive, to resurrect the dead.
I read, read, read, that's what I'm good at.

I sing, ting ding, for I know my right,
I write, write, write, I don't need to be right.

What to do?

Attention : Intended use of Double negatives.

I heard an old man in the park say, "Heavens are where we don't work for pay.
They are a place to sit back and chill, you don't get tired, do what you will.
Nothing to do in an endless time, no need to dance to a ticking chime."
I went back and forth on this thought, and thus is this nothing wrought.

Did your God want you to sit on a stone, and chant his name forever alone?
Did God not want you to farm and hunt, did he give you a mind to be blunt?
Did he want you to sit under one roof, and discuss his tales without moral and proof?
If leaving the worldly activity is his will, who would build the temple who would till?

Very rarely had it been so preached, that God is just a destination to be reached.
The journey is this worldly existence, not mere austerity and penance.
To this rhythm you tap your feet, and like puppets dance to the beat.
In your own way to be a muse, one should eat, grow and reproduce.

Such committed deeds be not just unique, may they be neither bad nor bleak.
Actions good and kind should they blend, and a better tomorrow should you mend.
If your priest did not preach or attest, to do good doing what you do best,
he had failed more than a test, for taking you in circles and calling it West.

To attain God is not to do nothing, neither something that betters nothing.
You have a mind to hear, see and dance, through the noise and mist of universal trance.


I do not know if Lord Krishna has indeed been on Earth to have said it, but the concept is of utmost importance.

"Not by merely abstaining from work can one achieve freedom from reaction, nor by renunciation alone can one attain perfection."

Verse 4, Chapter 3, Bhagavad Gita

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Mangoes don't matter

A few families till their farm, in a village that knows no harm.

In one such households is born, a baby boy never forlorn. 

The villagers rejoiced at a new man, as was the custom of the clan, 

ripped a mango of its sour skin, and planted the fruit to be his kin.

Time whirled round as the baby grew, the mango leaves danced in the dew. 

The baby walked his first down the wall, the stems stretched desiring to grow tall. 

The boy learnt to play in the backyard, as the fragile mango branches muscled hard.

The boy learnt to swing on a tree, and the tree spread out its arms high and free.

A summer when he was sixteen old, came a soothsayer who hated gold, 

and to him the universe foretold, the youth would die when the days fell cold. 

The priest heard the prophecy alone, and wanted to perform a ritual atone, 

it was the sweet mango tree subject to vice, the human selfishness planned the malice.

If the man was to give his life away, the mangoes would ripen and fall in hay. 

Would he be born again and he grow, the youth on whom none would raise a brow. 

If the tree was to be cut and fell, none thought they would go to hell, 

for they would plant many mango seeds, and atone for their sinful deeds.

The mangoes would still bloom in sun, a few years later as the summers run. 

Had there been a loss of life, who cares when mangoes still eat your knife? 

Why do we not care for a tree to die, unlike a human who might even lie? 

Why is the human's life valued more, had he stepped down from the heavens' shore?

Maybe the coconuts high told the roses below, did you witness these humans' inhuman blow?

Maybe because we can't hear nor ever know, would we become the superior? Oh! Oh!!

The Illusion Of Control

"Dream is not the thing you see in sleep but is that thing that doesn't let you sleep."

When Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam had said so, being a worthy man, I think he couldn't foresee the potential of misunderstanding the statement. Many atheists have denounced God every time they saw that science went a step further. I was one of them. Should I regret for now, I realise that many of these have also forgot the origin of God. The unpredictability of nature, the unconditional nature of life, and the illogical way life happens to people is why we needed hope for Good. Today, when we see dreams as vague abstract impractical 'irrelevant' ideas that cannot be achieved, we are helping them not let us sleep, but only in a pessimistic sense. Whether we are working towards them or not being an entirely different topic, it is important for us to realise that the actions we do may or may not end up being the result we expect. This process isn't a scientific experiment, or even if it be safely assumed to be one, we are the ignorant layman scientists putting up senseless theories to test. All of these senseless theories are based on the heroic "control hypothesis."

The butterfly flaps its wings a thousand miles away and a new tornado is formed. We are firmly adhering to "the butterfly effect" theory and we have turned very reluctant to everything that might not have an effect. Indeed, for if you have forgotten or never known, the butterfly effect theory is a tiny bit of 'the chaos theory'. It might be true partially, indeed by a fraction of the orders of one in a zillionth. There are many other butterflies that flap their wings anyway and the energy dissipates into nothingness. What we forgot is the 'Karma Yoga' of Bhagavad Gita, or any of its siblings from other religions. The ruling that we do best what we are destined to, and that nature (God) will take care of everything that follows.

Living in the past, regretting and rejoicing over events that have been to an end, and living in the future (dreaming as some today call it), planning, preparing and worrying over events that may or may not be, we are forgetting to value correctly the importance of 'now'. I don't think anyone has put the idea of Karma more pleasantly than Master Oogway when he says,"Quit, don't quit, Noodles, don't noodles. You are too concerned about what was and what will be. There is a saying: yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." To better it, and to assure you that you're not entirely helpless, but have at the disposal of your will, a choice to make the difference or not, he added the importance of belief. Depiction of all the nature's force to drive you, your inability to control it, and the way towards mastery in such a simple episode is really enticing.

Please do not let the illusion of control drive you. Believe that you can do it, and wait for the nature.

Oh dear human

The land has dried up for long months since.

The first rain came making Mother Earth wince.

Is it not a pleasure to feel the drops again?

To spoil your clothes in mud, is it such pain?

Oh dear human, what food is that you eat?

If not made of rice and barley and grains and wheat?

Oh dear human, what cloth is that you wore?

If not of yarn this nature had bore?

Oh dear human, what liquid made your blood? 

If not rain waters that caused the flood?

Oh dear human what home do you call your own? 

If not made of cut wood and withered stone?

Oh dear human, what gave you such power to speak? 

If not the Sun and rain boiling your steak?

Oh dear human, aren't you a cognizant mutation? 

Should I be a priest to help you in this revelation?