Samrat Kar's Blog, page 3
December 10, 2013
A Wish to God
Wishing u a yet another new beginning That aids you to be more fully What u are at core - bold n beautiful!
The grand existence, The Nature,
The Cosmic Self!
Wishes from this distant star
Twinkling in solitude millions of light years away
Might be unsolicited and unwanted,
But they r relevant for sure!
Grounded are they in that strong desire Of thine wellbeing and love
It is not that the beautiful rose
Needs the song of love.
Rather the bard needs to continue to sing,
For it is that keeps him alive.
My prayers are too a trifle for thine, O God.
But it is for myself I praise thee in my song.
It is the tune of your spirit
That breathes life in me and my song.
Ya, you are right,Immaturity and insanity
By and large constitute the human condition.
I know u accept my madness and my follies...
Walking lonely in the desert,Simoni sings his wishes to his God..
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The grand existence, The Nature,
The Cosmic Self!
Wishes from this distant star
Twinkling in solitude millions of light years away
Might be unsolicited and unwanted,
But they r relevant for sure!
Grounded are they in that strong desire Of thine wellbeing and love
It is not that the beautiful rose
Needs the song of love.
Rather the bard needs to continue to sing,
For it is that keeps him alive.
My prayers are too a trifle for thine, O God.
But it is for myself I praise thee in my song.
It is the tune of your spirit
That breathes life in me and my song.
Ya, you are right,Immaturity and insanity
By and large constitute the human condition.
I know u accept my madness and my follies...
Walking lonely in the desert,Simoni sings his wishes to his God..
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December 8, 2013
Affixed in her Penance
Silent and constant,
Affixed in her Penance,
Nature exists in all her grandeur!
Simoni does not know
For whom is the penance,
He does not know for whom is the longing!
But does he see,
That resoluteness in the silence profound,
Transfixed is Nature,
Affixed in her Penance.
She is quiet but is alive!
Through her closed eyes,
She sees the past, future along with the present.
With power of creation
Throbbing in her viens,
She stands there all powerful,
Feigning the silence of the surrendered!
At times being lost in pride,
Of his own creation,
Simoni derides Her,
Showing his indifference to her.
But the ego-driven haywire ride,
Stumbles Simoni down,
Soon to bring to his realization,
It is the will of Nature and not his own will,
That pervades!
She is quiet but is alive!
In the suchness of the creation,
Simoni now just surrenders and sits in observance,
He is just a clearing of Her will,
Through his work,
Trying hard to listen what She whispers,
Through the sound of his chisel on the marble of Life.
But Simoni does not know,For whom is her penance, her longing, and her pride!In the space of wonder and innocence,Continues Simoni on his marble,With his chisel and hammer.
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Affixed in her Penance,
Nature exists in all her grandeur!
Simoni does not know
For whom is the penance,
He does not know for whom is the longing!
But does he see,
That resoluteness in the silence profound,
Transfixed is Nature,
Affixed in her Penance.
She is quiet but is alive!
Through her closed eyes,
She sees the past, future along with the present.
With power of creation
Throbbing in her viens,
She stands there all powerful,
Feigning the silence of the surrendered!
At times being lost in pride,
Of his own creation,
Simoni derides Her,
Showing his indifference to her.
But the ego-driven haywire ride,
Stumbles Simoni down,
Soon to bring to his realization,
It is the will of Nature and not his own will,
That pervades!
She is quiet but is alive!
In the suchness of the creation,
Simoni now just surrenders and sits in observance,
He is just a clearing of Her will,
Through his work,
Trying hard to listen what She whispers,
Through the sound of his chisel on the marble of Life.
But Simoni does not know,For whom is her penance, her longing, and her pride!In the space of wonder and innocence,Continues Simoni on his marble,With his chisel and hammer.
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Carving God out.
In every moment of being alive.
Simoni stays busy to carve God out,
In anything he thinks,
By anything he creates.
To him that is what is
His meaning to exist -
Unending effort to carve out the God,
From the marble slab of life!
The shouts of accolades
To him are meaningless,
For he knows that God was always there,
Only that the non essential
Was to be chipped away!
He is not the creator,
Rather just a means of expression,
Of what already exists!
Like an obedient servant,
Like a warrior of light,
Continues he to carve out,
Working relentlessly in his studio,
Carving out from the cold white marble,
Those passionate throbbing bosom of Life!
Her eyes are the most beautiful,
But entwined in its shine,
Are the shades of dark and light.
It is not all that is joyous,
For most part is melancholy, indifferent or routine.
But in the the interplay of contradictions,
Thrives the over aching vision of the Truth!
Out of the dust of the marble,
Amidst the noise of the chisel and hammer,
From within the coldness of the dead marble,
Carves out his God,
The lady with the most beautiful eyes!
Shimmering in all her delight!
And when the king’s men come
And take her away,
Simoni starts afresh,
In carving out his God anew,
Out of a new marble,
Inspired by the eternal charm,
Of the immortal, never changing Truth!
Days come and go by,
But the music remains.
Seasons change,
But the wonder persists.
Night gives way to a new day,
But the Sun remains unaltered.
Flowers sprout and wither,
But the unbounded openness of the garden remains.
Birds change their route,
But the open magnanimous expanse of sky remains.
People come and go,
But that yearning of connectedness remains.
Yes, God is Omnipresent!
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Simoni stays busy to carve God out,
In anything he thinks,
By anything he creates.
To him that is what is
His meaning to exist -
Unending effort to carve out the God,
From the marble slab of life!
The shouts of accolades
To him are meaningless,
For he knows that God was always there,
Only that the non essential
Was to be chipped away!
He is not the creator,
Rather just a means of expression,
Of what already exists!
Like an obedient servant,
Like a warrior of light,
Continues he to carve out,
Working relentlessly in his studio,
Carving out from the cold white marble,
Those passionate throbbing bosom of Life!
Her eyes are the most beautiful,
But entwined in its shine,
Are the shades of dark and light.
It is not all that is joyous,
For most part is melancholy, indifferent or routine.
But in the the interplay of contradictions,
Thrives the over aching vision of the Truth!
Out of the dust of the marble,
Amidst the noise of the chisel and hammer,
From within the coldness of the dead marble,
Carves out his God,
The lady with the most beautiful eyes!
Shimmering in all her delight!
And when the king’s men come
And take her away,
Simoni starts afresh,
In carving out his God anew,
Out of a new marble,
Inspired by the eternal charm,
Of the immortal, never changing Truth!
Days come and go by,
But the music remains.
Seasons change,
But the wonder persists.
Night gives way to a new day,
But the Sun remains unaltered.
Flowers sprout and wither,
But the unbounded openness of the garden remains.
Birds change their route,
But the open magnanimous expanse of sky remains.
People come and go,
But that yearning of connectedness remains.
Yes, God is Omnipresent!
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Rekindling the extant
The Good and Beautiful thought Simoni,
Lies hidden beneath the layers of routine and habit.
What is needed,
Is just that patient eye and throbbing will,
To re-kindle the extant,
The ever present Goodness and Beauty.
For nature whispers,
Only to the ears keen,
And creation shows,
Only to the eyes open.
Through the eyes of the soul,
Discerning from what is visible and peripheral,
In the realm of the invisible and essential,
Simoni observes the Beauty -
The Limitless, Eternal and Perfect.
The noise and the jitter,
Of the material world transient,
Does its best to blur the vision,
And replace that ethereal voice
With the concrete drone.
Simoni is not closed to the errant reality,
But hit with the blows of what appears to be true,
Simoni opens up more fully, every moment,
To absorb the otherwise invisible and forgotten,
The Essential, The Truth.
They say its just a mirage,
And a cooked up feel good coping up scheme,
Of a sculptor just expressing his unreal art.
But then is that not what is real -
The sculpture for the sculptor?
Simoni knows not what is true for the world,
For he sees through, all the popular truths,
The Absolute Truth.
No, it is not his subjective story,
He knows it is the Only Truth,
The Objective Absolute!
The overarching theme of Love.
Who knows what is Absolute!
Simoni does not go to defend his stance.
He is silent. But his Alive.
Throbbing in Love, offering his art
To the suchness of the scheme of things.
His work is to offer. He lives to create and give
His song, his poems, his sculptures.
For only one thing he knows,
He communes with That Invisible,
Through his art.
And She runs to him,
Into his loving embrace!
Whispers She in his ears,
“It is just you, who knows me, my Love!”
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Lies hidden beneath the layers of routine and habit.
What is needed,
Is just that patient eye and throbbing will,
To re-kindle the extant,
The ever present Goodness and Beauty.
For nature whispers,
Only to the ears keen,
And creation shows,
Only to the eyes open.
Through the eyes of the soul,
Discerning from what is visible and peripheral,
In the realm of the invisible and essential,
Simoni observes the Beauty -
The Limitless, Eternal and Perfect.
The noise and the jitter,
Of the material world transient,
Does its best to blur the vision,
And replace that ethereal voice
With the concrete drone.
Simoni is not closed to the errant reality,
But hit with the blows of what appears to be true,
Simoni opens up more fully, every moment,
To absorb the otherwise invisible and forgotten,
The Essential, The Truth.
They say its just a mirage,
And a cooked up feel good coping up scheme,
Of a sculptor just expressing his unreal art.
But then is that not what is real -
The sculpture for the sculptor?
Simoni knows not what is true for the world,
For he sees through, all the popular truths,
The Absolute Truth.
No, it is not his subjective story,
He knows it is the Only Truth,
The Objective Absolute!
The overarching theme of Love.
Who knows what is Absolute!
Simoni does not go to defend his stance.
He is silent. But his Alive.
Throbbing in Love, offering his art
To the suchness of the scheme of things.
His work is to offer. He lives to create and give
His song, his poems, his sculptures.
For only one thing he knows,
He communes with That Invisible,
Through his art.
And She runs to him,
Into his loving embrace!
Whispers She in his ears,
“It is just you, who knows me, my Love!”
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Good Night
From the far away twinkle of the star here I watch thee,
Sleeping guileless adorned by the moon light sheen.
I shower thee blessings
From the eternal distance,
Praying for thy rejuvenating rest and pampering dreams.
As the new day gestates in the womb of silence,
In the darkness of the impending birth of a new possibility,
I send my blessings with my eyes closed,
And hand on my heart.
May you be beautified with greater charm,
And richer gifts in the day to come.
Singing you the lullaby,
Rocking you on the cradle of creation,
Here is a wishing of peace of surrender
This night through.
Your hair winnowed by the passing breeze,
Sent by the ancient sages -
Those twinkling ancient stars.
The sages shine as reflection of grace,
On your gleaming eyes,
Bringing forth their wisdom of Love,
To this world, through those most beautiful eyes!
The benevolent creation watches you,
In silences from eons away,
Offers She her care and wish.
Entwined by the fearless wand of Her blessings,
Thy retire on the bed,
Sinking in the depthless ocean of ecstatic rest.
Only to give shape to a throbbing tomorrow,
In the process to be born,
In fullness of life and light!
Ending of the stale,And heralding the new,Here I wait through the night,To see a new beginning the morn to come,With the newness of life,Brimming with light!______________________________________________
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Sleeping guileless adorned by the moon light sheen.
I shower thee blessings
From the eternal distance,
Praying for thy rejuvenating rest and pampering dreams.
As the new day gestates in the womb of silence,
In the darkness of the impending birth of a new possibility,
I send my blessings with my eyes closed,
And hand on my heart.
May you be beautified with greater charm,
And richer gifts in the day to come.
Singing you the lullaby,
Rocking you on the cradle of creation,
Here is a wishing of peace of surrender
This night through.
Your hair winnowed by the passing breeze,
Sent by the ancient sages -
Those twinkling ancient stars.
The sages shine as reflection of grace,
On your gleaming eyes,
Bringing forth their wisdom of Love,
To this world, through those most beautiful eyes!
The benevolent creation watches you,
In silences from eons away,
Offers She her care and wish.
Entwined by the fearless wand of Her blessings,
Thy retire on the bed,
Sinking in the depthless ocean of ecstatic rest.
Only to give shape to a throbbing tomorrow,
In the process to be born,
In fullness of life and light!
Ending of the stale,And heralding the new,Here I wait through the night,To see a new beginning the morn to come,With the newness of life,Brimming with light!______________________________________________
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November 10, 2013
A Pinch of Salt
Meditating on the breath,
Letting go the stale and old,
And gushing in with new life,
The stream of awareness
Like a pinch of salt,
Reveals the taste of the Presence,
In clarity profound!
Touching the still openness,
From where the tumultuous changes arise.
Wearing the silence of the womb,
From where all warps and weft of Lila blossoms.
The mindful presence
In stillness and solitude,
Like a fresh shower,
Cleanses the heart of the illusive barriers,
Enabling it to reflect Life and Love,
More fully, more truly.
I continue to live,
Centered on my breath,
In thick and thin,
In shadow and sun,
I continue to transcend
From thinking to awareness,
Knowing Thou more fully,
In thine glory,
My Lord.
Meditating on the breath,
Letting go the stale and old,
And gushing in with new life,
The stream of awareness
Like a pinch of salt,
Reveals the taste of the Presence,
In clarity profound!
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Letting go the stale and old,
And gushing in with new life,
The stream of awareness
Like a pinch of salt,
Reveals the taste of the Presence,
In clarity profound!
Touching the still openness,
From where the tumultuous changes arise.
Wearing the silence of the womb,
From where all warps and weft of Lila blossoms.
The mindful presence
In stillness and solitude,
Like a fresh shower,
Cleanses the heart of the illusive barriers,
Enabling it to reflect Life and Love,
More fully, more truly.
I continue to live,
Centered on my breath,
In thick and thin,
In shadow and sun,
I continue to transcend
From thinking to awareness,
Knowing Thou more fully,
In thine glory,
My Lord.
Meditating on the breath,
Letting go the stale and old,
And gushing in with new life,
The stream of awareness
Like a pinch of salt,
Reveals the taste of the Presence,
In clarity profound!
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October 29, 2013
Silent but not Indifferent
Silent but certainly not indifferent
Stands she in sheer robe,
Arousing creation with her sensuality
With her desirable body,
And magnanimous soul.
Wakes up the whole cosmos
To a new morning
Inspired with her passion and beauty,
Like a hearth of fire,
She continues to blow life into
All that is proud to be alive!
The gushing Niagara,
The tumultuous Atlantic,
The persevering Nile,
The all alive Amazon,
The powerful glowing Sun,
The ever youthful Moon,
All throb with life anew.
Each new day, each new night,
Just being fed,
With the exciting energy
Of your throb,
The creation moves and grows,
My Love,
My God.
Yes, she is silent.
But not indifferent
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Stands she in sheer robe,
Arousing creation with her sensuality
With her desirable body,
And magnanimous soul.
Wakes up the whole cosmos
To a new morning
Inspired with her passion and beauty,
Like a hearth of fire,
She continues to blow life into
All that is proud to be alive!
The gushing Niagara,
The tumultuous Atlantic,
The persevering Nile,
The all alive Amazon,
The powerful glowing Sun,
The ever youthful Moon,
All throb with life anew.
Each new day, each new night,
Just being fed,
With the exciting energy
Of your throb,
The creation moves and grows,
My Love,
My God.
Yes, she is silent.
But not indifferent
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October 28, 2013
My Song
For the limitless Presence of Thine O Lord,
Grateful am I beyond words.
To be truthful, I do not know what name to give to you, and your presence.
Anything, that I think - a friend, a lover, a muse, a charm, a blessing...
All appear trivially inadequate.
There is something beyond these words - That you are! Just that your suchness.
All the sparkles, fuzziness, contradictions and mystery of your presence,
Altogether, they weave a unique tapestry of splendor.
It is only thorough my song,
I see you, I feel you, I understand you.
You art not reached through my heart, mind or words.
Nor are you reachable through my emotions and yearnings.
The only way I am able to reach you,
Is through my song.
And the magic does not end there,
For in the intoxication of my song for you,
I forget myself, totally to nothingness,
And there is created a world,
Where there is only One - That is You.
In that omnipresence of you and your charm,
I relate to you, my God.
All that is hurtful and melancholy,
Do melt in the warmth of love,
Amidst the symphony of my song,
Mingled with your presence.
A new dimension you give to it,
Beyond the words, rhythm and life.
In this song, my God,
You have made me endless!
Such is thy pleasure.
A frail vessel am I,
But then filled am I,
Over and over again, with fresh Life.
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it my song,
Or is it Just You!
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Grateful am I beyond words.
To be truthful, I do not know what name to give to you, and your presence.
Anything, that I think - a friend, a lover, a muse, a charm, a blessing...
All appear trivially inadequate.
There is something beyond these words - That you are! Just that your suchness.
All the sparkles, fuzziness, contradictions and mystery of your presence,
Altogether, they weave a unique tapestry of splendor.
It is only thorough my song,
I see you, I feel you, I understand you.
You art not reached through my heart, mind or words.
Nor are you reachable through my emotions and yearnings.
The only way I am able to reach you,
Is through my song.
And the magic does not end there,
For in the intoxication of my song for you,
I forget myself, totally to nothingness,
And there is created a world,
Where there is only One - That is You.
In that omnipresence of you and your charm,
I relate to you, my God.
All that is hurtful and melancholy,
Do melt in the warmth of love,
Amidst the symphony of my song,
Mingled with your presence.
A new dimension you give to it,
Beyond the words, rhythm and life.
In this song, my God,
You have made me endless!
Such is thy pleasure.
A frail vessel am I,
But then filled am I,
Over and over again, with fresh Life.
Sometimes I wonder,
Is it my song,
Or is it Just You!
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October 27, 2013
The Flute's Endeavour
Taking up a task so far beyond one's powers,The flute pressed on to the
Lotus lips of The Lord,Determined to play the music of love,Meandering through the landscape of life.
Like the impossible task of ArjunaOf trying to comprehend,The essence of The Geeta!Each time confused,He pleads for the one simplified way to the truth,Only to find himself,Perplexed even more,After an elaborate Song of The Lord, Propounding the mystery of life,In reply.
The little flute of reed,Being carried over hills and dales,O Lord, held in thy palm,Breath thou, through it,Melodies eternal and new.Like a fountain of love,Mingling with the beloved,In the embrace of lust and love divine.
At the immortal touch of thine,The little flute of reed,Loses all it's limits in joy,Gives birth to the tune ineffable.
Through the hollowness of The ordinary flute of reed,Pours the never ending nectar of love,Heard by creation,As that potent song of Union,Of the flute, and The Lord.Ages pass,And still Thou pourest,And still there is room to fill.
Like that eternal love making,Of Simoni and his Love,The never ending craving,Enhanced and sanctified by the ever youthful,Thrust of enlivening love._____________________________________________ Copy Right © All rights reserved - Samrat Kar
Lotus lips of The Lord,Determined to play the music of love,Meandering through the landscape of life.
Like the impossible task of ArjunaOf trying to comprehend,The essence of The Geeta!Each time confused,He pleads for the one simplified way to the truth,Only to find himself,Perplexed even more,After an elaborate Song of The Lord, Propounding the mystery of life,In reply.
The little flute of reed,Being carried over hills and dales,O Lord, held in thy palm,Breath thou, through it,Melodies eternal and new.Like a fountain of love,Mingling with the beloved,In the embrace of lust and love divine.
At the immortal touch of thine,The little flute of reed,Loses all it's limits in joy,Gives birth to the tune ineffable.
Through the hollowness of The ordinary flute of reed,Pours the never ending nectar of love,Heard by creation,As that potent song of Union,Of the flute, and The Lord.Ages pass,And still Thou pourest,And still there is room to fill.
Like that eternal love making,Of Simoni and his Love,The never ending craving,Enhanced and sanctified by the ever youthful,Thrust of enlivening love._____________________________________________ Copy Right © All rights reserved - Samrat Kar
October 26, 2013
The Hidden Unity
The incredible multiplicity of the Beloved, Manifested in the thousands of forms,The bountiful autumn,The colorful spring,The silent and pristine winter,The passionate summer,The specialness of the presenceOf all men, and women,Of all times and spaces,All in their multiplicity,Make up the Unity,The Unity of O Lady with The Most Beautiful Eyes!Yes, some call her God.
Like the white light,Which in her mindful silence,With all her diverse lights of the spectrum,Integrates all in homogenous presence Of that all accepting Whiteness.
Fallen and then stood in Love,Did Simoni for damsels and nature,For music, art and stories.All in the crescendo of novelty and diversity,Did play for him,The unified orchestra ofThe One, The Lady, Angella for Simoni, An invisible mystery Of life and attraction for many.
The hidden love and direction of life,Revisits in all her wild and divine Lust, love, enchantment, inspiration and ardor,Like a hidden unity of meaning,Encompassing in its essence in divinity,All the tumultuous, transient, and disintegratedWaves of life.____________________________________________
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Like the white light,Which in her mindful silence,With all her diverse lights of the spectrum,Integrates all in homogenous presence Of that all accepting Whiteness.
Fallen and then stood in Love,Did Simoni for damsels and nature,For music, art and stories.All in the crescendo of novelty and diversity,Did play for him,The unified orchestra ofThe One, The Lady, Angella for Simoni, An invisible mystery Of life and attraction for many.
The hidden love and direction of life,Revisits in all her wild and divine Lust, love, enchantment, inspiration and ardor,Like a hidden unity of meaning,Encompassing in its essence in divinity,All the tumultuous, transient, and disintegratedWaves of life.____________________________________________
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