And it spreads it roots, far and wide
Sends it down, low and deep
Buries its teeth in a snarling bite
Deep in my soul and in my heart and being

And it grows and it grows and it grows
And it feeds and it feeds and it feeds
Till I'm spent and a shadow and a husk
Of strife and disease
On the lush green foliage of my trees
On the flesh of my soul and body

The tentacle of lust,
The seed from which all evil arises
The seed which contains all the evil in the world
Infinite worlds which can be recreated again and again
Even when the visible existing is eradicated and obliterated
Whole universe is contained
Can be invoked/created again and again

An ethereal beauty, ethereal and heavenly
Moving in the bus
Led me to earthly misery
Beauty of words
Cheapened and tokenized
Ultimate divesting of meaning of everything
Even the meaning of the lack of meaning,
As it is tokenized and commercialized
As even the lack of meaning is tokenized and commercialized

 

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An ethereal beauty, moving in the midst
Of the clouds floating in the heavens above
A jerk and a twist
And I'm brought back to reality
With a crash on the earth below.

ethereal and heavenly
Moving in the bus
Led me to earthly misery
Beauty of words
Cheapened and tokenized
Ultimate divesting of meaning of everything
Even the meaning of lack of meaning,
As it is tokenized and commercialized
As even the lack of meaning is tokenized and commercialized


This is the stuff that nightmares are made of

 

He kneels at the shrine and weeps
What wrong have I done
What wrong have I done
What wrong have I done
What wrong have I done

You can touch lip to lip
Locked together in the throes of passion
You can taste the heights of bliss
In moments so tender
But you will never touch That
Thus
Though it will be a pointer, a glimpse.

You can write poems and prose
Weave together a magical sequence of notes
But everything that you create will be another thing added to the world's contents
And you will never touch That
Thus

 How cold hearted we have all become (see Reasi_attack.jpg in Dh. folder

Children lying dead
But not a word we said
Out of political correctness (fear of being politically incorrect)
Are you all dead
Are your feelings dead?
Are your heart stone cold?

Programmed the maze (Let them program the maze)
That claimed to liberate was meant to enslave
Didn't see their design, Failed to speak up those who did
And let our children walk into this hell

Reptile with a forked tongue
Earths orbit an ellipse
The soul integrated out
The knower is the known
Is reduced to a thing of knowing
Knower reduced to a thing to be known
You think you know it all
But you don’t know who knows
The observer is the observed
The song is in search of a voice
But your voice knows no song
(But your voice knows not how to sing)
A vision seeks your eyes,
But your they know not how to see.
Seeing with unseeing eyes
The spirit that envelopes and wraps
That plays by the rules of the heart not reason
And that bursts forth from the violin in a corner on the street
But which reaches you not
The man with the violin stands in the corner
Pours his soul into the notes
But you just turn and walk away with unseeing eyes.

Very expression
Every song of the poet
Every word of the writer
Each stroke of the painter
Pointing to the inexpressible
But all this and every attempt to describe the world and to transcend it
Is just another thing added to its contents

 you became a computer

smart, the computer decides for you, very smart aint it
smart cities, smart buildings, all decide what's good for you
overpopulation, smart algorithm decides who lives or not
smart and intelligent everything but you

ending of dr. strangelove: in the bunker, who gets to live on the basis of different characteristics




snooping on you
tracing your every move
you gave your freedom away on a platter
to your smartphone sensors
and cameras on every corner
in the name of convenience
since data privacy is not an issue in india, maybe it can be done in India
you're up for sale, for all to view

snooping on you
tracing your every move
you gave your freedom away on a platter
to your smartphone sensors
and cameras on every corner
in the name of convenience
did you not comply with our diktats
did you think that thought we banished
did you not stand for democracy and humanity
or whatever our latest buzzwords are
did you long for the soul and spirit
and forgot you're just matter and do not matter


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Masters of propaganda and the information war (who was that takla who spoke of this kind of war?)
Manufacturing consent
Like Trust "The" Science

Hiring psychologists to steer us with nudging and other tricks
Masters of persuasion what we're doing is for the greater good
Convince us to demonise with witch hunts
Those that do not comply with their diktats

Maybe you'd think we've learnt by now
Maybe you'd think we're smarter by now
But no, no, no,
The truth is,
We'll get fooled again.

 

These symbols of the eternal Divinity carved in stone in a bygone time,

but after all, these are also subject to ravages of Time. And yet the drive of the artisans and kings that built these structures is eternal, it lives eternally, and that is why they moved me so much, called me to them, have been calling me to them all these days, and will live on eternally in all the yugas to come, and for everyone, till one realizes that all Time is an illusion and there is no beginning or end: naasato vidyate bhavo nabhavo vidyate satah, and then anyway realizes that it is all the Divine Eternal to which these stone structures are pointing, and which itself is beyond these pointers: sadasatyattatparamtat.

Symbols of eternity captured in stone. The fading sculptures in the shore temple reminded me that the stone, the raw material out of these symbols of eternity were carved, is itself ephemeral.

Never mind. They are just pointers. I goal I have to find myself, I have to find within.

Quote Bhagavadgita 30-34.

The stones may not be eternal, and neither am I, the jivatma, eternal.