Category : English Poems

Cupid’s Dart

When Cupid throws the dart,
Can’t judge, who plays what part,

Tonight, when we kiss and cuddle,
In vain hope to solve that riddle,

Feels like paying all those lovely dues,
With every touch unraveling new clues,

Warmness we feel, when desire burns,
Excitement we feel, with twists and turns,

Where I’m lost, in your eyes or exploring curves,
Trying to know, how to give what it really deserves,

Tenderest form of temptations is so sweet,
When deepest love, makes lovers so complete,

When a kiss brings lips closer and love starts,
A beautiful expression of two melting hearts!

When Cupid throws the dart,
Can the two loving hearts stay apart?

True sensual pleasure lies somewhere between utter puritanistic platonic idealism and pathologically pervert porn. Besides our normal tendency to classify every sensual encounter into either love or lust creates the huge dilemma. Because most people have been totally brainwashed with love as good and lust as bad kind of nursery rhymes. And the funny thing is that nobody even knows what love is or what lust is in its true meaning. Axiology and theology keep playing ticks on normal people’s minds constantly.

Forget the priest’s preaching about celibacy. Their entire business model depends upon keeping your life miserable by denying any pleasure possible for you. Religions are psychological devices for torture which you wear happily! Look, they try to instill guilt for everything you like to enjoy. Ultimately you will neither be able to enjoy anything spiritually nor sensually. If you are too afraid that a kiss will start a new ‘cycle of lustful KARM‘, then well, you deserve your miserable life with an ‘unfaithful’ partner. 😉

My parting words are for those who have to survive Valentine’s Day by buying chocolates, flowers and cute cards, for partner as well as for paramour(s). God gives you economical, mental and physical strength for the ultimate balancing act. 😉

Only person who knows the truth about Valentine’s Day is the florist. 😉

Category : English Poems

Darkness & Depression

Whenever,
In the dark corners of your heart you go,
Daemons possess you,
Making you feel so low,

Will you ever be able to see the light again?,
You don’t know,
Those empty moments are so crushing,
And it feels so raw,

All those words,
Suddenly echoing with advices you never heed,
All those wounds,
Suddenly goes more deep as you start to bleed,

Whenever darkness shrouds your path,
And you know not where will it lead,
A glimmer of hope, is all you need,
A moment of future, as a seed,
A light which can lead,
And a warm heart, forgetting all your past deed.

There is a reason why an unparalleled and deeply philosophical “Geeta” starts with “ArjunVishad Yog“. But not everybody is fortunate enough to have a companion like Krishna to pull him out of it. Or rather I should say, not everybody can be deserving enough like Arjun that Krishna will help. Well, but Krishna, one of the greatest forms of sublimity to ever exist, has left the eternal words for us to learn from.

While I agree that normal human beings are incapable of dealing with too much emotional distress, I have found that most of the problems arise because of our habit of making mountains out of molehill. Besides, most of our uneasiness with existence is derived from raw sensations. Our happiness and sadness is mostly because of our sensory experiences and has nothing to do with the totally incorrect and hackneyed  phrases saying that existence in itself is painful. Even Krishna tries to kicks such nonsense out with very first utterance of advice to Arjun by saying that (क्ष्रुद्रं ह्रदयदौर्बल्यं तयक्त्वोतिष्ठ परन्तप – Geeta – 2.3) it really doesn’t suit the worrier like you, so just get rid of such nonsensical emotional weakness and stand up.

If a person just simply understands that which is gone cannot be brought back and that which is not in our control cannot be controlled, will make most of the worries and anxieties totally unjustified. All the advice from Krishna in “Sankhya Yog” ending with “…शोचितुमर्हसि ” tries to convey that meaning.

In his play Richard-II, Shakespeare has this dialogue, “….Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay, The worst is death, and death will have his day.” Similar to, जातस्य हि ध्रुवो मृत्युध्रुवं जन्म मृतस्य च… ( Geeta – 2.27 )… Whatever / Whoever is born is destined to die ( or every beginning has an end ) and whatever is gone will come back too ( every dead will be reborn )… Ever wonder why everything is circular / round in nature / Universe ? 😉

So, now you tell me, what’s there to worry? 😉

Category : Hindi Poem

Born To Burn

लगताहै  जल  रहा  है  इन  सितारों  का  दिल  भी  जरूर,
और  कितने  होंगे  इस  दहरमे  रोशन  होने  को  मजबूर |

दहर = Universe

Once born into this universe, you can’t escape the race. The race to excel than others.  One who learns about the reality, becomes aware about the futility.  Those who can’t fathom the ultimate fact, are condemned to burn inside out.