Sushrut A. Badhe's Blog, page 3
January 15, 2018
77) Portrait of a Hero
Am just a bundle of flesh and bones mortal
And yet I dance dreaming of the immortal
As I sing this silent song aloud
And disappear into life's merry crowd
The past and present both have become distant
And I see not a desired future at any instant
But My own tunes make me shed all my fears-
And my eyes brim with a roaring lion's tears
I have lost everything and become the winner
From the sinner, i have become the redeemer
No more can the world trap me in time's snare
For I warmly laugh with open arms at death's cold stare
My life may end without a single fulfilled wish
But celebrate I shall every painful moment's anguish
Because the spirit inside no force can ever cage
And unto eternity it shall never cease or age-
So I hold on to it to stop being 'Me'
And the difference between us ceases to be!
And yet I dance dreaming of the immortal
As I sing this silent song aloud
And disappear into life's merry crowd
The past and present both have become distant
And I see not a desired future at any instant
But My own tunes make me shed all my fears-
And my eyes brim with a roaring lion's tears
I have lost everything and become the winner
From the sinner, i have become the redeemer
No more can the world trap me in time's snare
For I warmly laugh with open arms at death's cold stare
My life may end without a single fulfilled wish
But celebrate I shall every painful moment's anguish
Because the spirit inside no force can ever cage
And unto eternity it shall never cease or age-
So I hold on to it to stop being 'Me'
And the difference between us ceases to be!
September 21, 2015
76) The Ascent to Liberation
Stage 7: The Cage:
At first the individual begins to feel that he is being bound by limitations both external and internal. and begins to experience that though he is living his life, he is actually not free. His soul seems caged and he sees only two plausible options; either to choose to give up or to choose to find freedom.
The minds that are weak choose the former and such beings are trapped in darkness precisely because they have chosen to. Such beings remain caged until their inner being's consciousness emerges and propels them to choose the latter.
Those who choose the latter refuse to believe that their destinies can be caged or limited and so they begin to find a means of expression and release from the apparent cage. They eventually find their release and hence ascend to the next stage- The stage of resistance.
Stage 6: The Resistance:
Even though the being has escaped from the first trap, this second stage is not the real freedom. The individual now faces great obstacles that he has to seemingly overcome all by himself. He has to swim against the current alone and familiar faces of the past try to convince him of the pointlessness of his resistance. If he listens to the ghosts of his past, he gets swept away by the currents.
If the individual does not yield to the coercion, he reaches the land safely. He can afford to take a sigh of relief and look towards the horizon but not for long. A new journey awaits him on the land.
Stage 5: The Maze
The land is bustling with activity with a lot of people moving around in a hurry. There is plenty of food and water and all the other material comforts that most people consider vital for life and the road on the land looks straight and simple initially.But as he walks a little further he realizes that he has actually entered a maze. He finds different dead ends but he does not stop. He has to retrace his path over and again. He comes across many fellow travelers who have crossed the river of resistance just like him. But not all of them choose to ascend the mountain as they have built very comfortable homes for themselves and are happy with living inside the maze. But his heart reminds him that he has not come this far just to settle down and it nudges him to journey onward. His destination is the snow clad mountain at the center of the maize. So he does not turn back and forges his way ahead.
After many attempts he reaches the base of the snowy abode.
Stage 4: The Mountain
He is jubilant now for he really has come closer to his destination. He looks around to share his joy with his fellow beings but finds that he is alone. He heaves a sigh and looks up to the clouds into which the mountain disappears and then smiles.
He resumes his journey. The wind is cold and the food is sparse. But the cold does not bite him and the hunger can not fatigue him as he is energized by the very fact that he is now very close to realizing the inner hunger of his soul. Finally he reaches the top. Like the spring blossom announcing the end of winter, the rays of rising sun bathe his body in gold and he feels one with the great sun atop the snow covered peak.
Stage 3: The illusion of Pseudo-Gnosis
After bathing in the golden light and experiencing a bliss divine and complete. He looks downwards and he begins to think that he has reached the top of the world. The tip of the peak that no-one has ever scaled before. The world begins to appear small, insignificant and empty. He tries to scream out to the little dots - the people who are living down below -"Listen All of you, You are all trapped in an illusion. The truth is resplendent, beautiful and it can only be found here! How can you all just stay there? Come here, Ascend! Somebody! Anybody?''
All his screams fall on deaf ears for the world below cannot hear him. They are too far away and too busy in their own lives to think or care about what he has achieved. He experiences disappointment and that disappointment teaches him that there is a higher realization awaiting him.
Stage 2: The Gnosis of Illusion
He withdraws inwards and re-analyzes his path and journey in search for an answer. And it is in the depths of his inner silence that the realization dawns upon him. The physical Sun though present in the sky is also omnipresent across the universe. Light and darkness are but illusions and manifestations of its presence and absence.
He realizes that there is an ethereal sun, a mystic power that powers this sun and that though the light of truth appears veiled, It is omnipresent. This is the truth and logically all else is falsehood. The creator is the truth and the creation is but an illusion.
With this new found understanding he decides to return and descend the peak and spread this new found knowledge and suddenly a question a haunts him.
If the creator is the truth, what is the point of the illusory creation?
His life, His entire journey- the cage, the river, the mountain, the challenges, the joy, the sorrow- are all these to a part of a pointless illusion? if not where is the meaning?
He stops and decides that the higher truth is yet to be found out and decides to go deeper within.
Stage 1: The liberation and Realization
In his meditation, slowly his outer and inner mind get silenced and merge. The final chaos disappears and there is a silent and peaceful calm within which echoes the silence of the winds that rage around him.
His very existence as an individual and separate entity has ceased to be and his mind is now illumined and his body has become one with the universe.
All then becomes clear as crystal. The illusion of the creation is also the illusion!
Yes. There is no cage! There is no resistance, There is no maze! All are but illusions and restrictions created by the mind. The path to the top of the mountain was always straight but his pseudo desires always prevented him from realizing it and caused him to go in loops.
The same truth that can be found on top of the mountain can also be found at its base. It is everywhere.
From the nucleus of the smallest of atoms to the outer limit of the ever expanding galaxy. In all the beings. In every life. In every death.
This Truth is in the action of the forces that set the world into motion and that turn the wheel of karmic action to bring forth the evolution of the creation.
With this realization the soul leaps into the sky and he becomes He!
At first the individual begins to feel that he is being bound by limitations both external and internal. and begins to experience that though he is living his life, he is actually not free. His soul seems caged and he sees only two plausible options; either to choose to give up or to choose to find freedom.
The minds that are weak choose the former and such beings are trapped in darkness precisely because they have chosen to. Such beings remain caged until their inner being's consciousness emerges and propels them to choose the latter.
Those who choose the latter refuse to believe that their destinies can be caged or limited and so they begin to find a means of expression and release from the apparent cage. They eventually find their release and hence ascend to the next stage- The stage of resistance.
Stage 6: The Resistance:
Even though the being has escaped from the first trap, this second stage is not the real freedom. The individual now faces great obstacles that he has to seemingly overcome all by himself. He has to swim against the current alone and familiar faces of the past try to convince him of the pointlessness of his resistance. If he listens to the ghosts of his past, he gets swept away by the currents.
If the individual does not yield to the coercion, he reaches the land safely. He can afford to take a sigh of relief and look towards the horizon but not for long. A new journey awaits him on the land.
Stage 5: The Maze
The land is bustling with activity with a lot of people moving around in a hurry. There is plenty of food and water and all the other material comforts that most people consider vital for life and the road on the land looks straight and simple initially.But as he walks a little further he realizes that he has actually entered a maze. He finds different dead ends but he does not stop. He has to retrace his path over and again. He comes across many fellow travelers who have crossed the river of resistance just like him. But not all of them choose to ascend the mountain as they have built very comfortable homes for themselves and are happy with living inside the maze. But his heart reminds him that he has not come this far just to settle down and it nudges him to journey onward. His destination is the snow clad mountain at the center of the maize. So he does not turn back and forges his way ahead.
After many attempts he reaches the base of the snowy abode.
Stage 4: The Mountain
He is jubilant now for he really has come closer to his destination. He looks around to share his joy with his fellow beings but finds that he is alone. He heaves a sigh and looks up to the clouds into which the mountain disappears and then smiles.
He resumes his journey. The wind is cold and the food is sparse. But the cold does not bite him and the hunger can not fatigue him as he is energized by the very fact that he is now very close to realizing the inner hunger of his soul. Finally he reaches the top. Like the spring blossom announcing the end of winter, the rays of rising sun bathe his body in gold and he feels one with the great sun atop the snow covered peak.
Stage 3: The illusion of Pseudo-Gnosis
After bathing in the golden light and experiencing a bliss divine and complete. He looks downwards and he begins to think that he has reached the top of the world. The tip of the peak that no-one has ever scaled before. The world begins to appear small, insignificant and empty. He tries to scream out to the little dots - the people who are living down below -"Listen All of you, You are all trapped in an illusion. The truth is resplendent, beautiful and it can only be found here! How can you all just stay there? Come here, Ascend! Somebody! Anybody?''
All his screams fall on deaf ears for the world below cannot hear him. They are too far away and too busy in their own lives to think or care about what he has achieved. He experiences disappointment and that disappointment teaches him that there is a higher realization awaiting him.
Stage 2: The Gnosis of Illusion
He withdraws inwards and re-analyzes his path and journey in search for an answer. And it is in the depths of his inner silence that the realization dawns upon him. The physical Sun though present in the sky is also omnipresent across the universe. Light and darkness are but illusions and manifestations of its presence and absence.
He realizes that there is an ethereal sun, a mystic power that powers this sun and that though the light of truth appears veiled, It is omnipresent. This is the truth and logically all else is falsehood. The creator is the truth and the creation is but an illusion.
With this new found understanding he decides to return and descend the peak and spread this new found knowledge and suddenly a question a haunts him.
If the creator is the truth, what is the point of the illusory creation?
His life, His entire journey- the cage, the river, the mountain, the challenges, the joy, the sorrow- are all these to a part of a pointless illusion? if not where is the meaning?
He stops and decides that the higher truth is yet to be found out and decides to go deeper within.
Stage 1: The liberation and Realization
In his meditation, slowly his outer and inner mind get silenced and merge. The final chaos disappears and there is a silent and peaceful calm within which echoes the silence of the winds that rage around him.
His very existence as an individual and separate entity has ceased to be and his mind is now illumined and his body has become one with the universe.
All then becomes clear as crystal. The illusion of the creation is also the illusion!
Yes. There is no cage! There is no resistance, There is no maze! All are but illusions and restrictions created by the mind. The path to the top of the mountain was always straight but his pseudo desires always prevented him from realizing it and caused him to go in loops.
The same truth that can be found on top of the mountain can also be found at its base. It is everywhere.
From the nucleus of the smallest of atoms to the outer limit of the ever expanding galaxy. In all the beings. In every life. In every death.
This Truth is in the action of the forces that set the world into motion and that turn the wheel of karmic action to bring forth the evolution of the creation.
With this realization the soul leaps into the sky and he becomes He!
September 13, 2015
75) The Oath of Consecration
All my talent and all my wealth--
My every action in sickness and in health
Only in your name hallowed I consecrate
And their fruits to you only may I dedicate
In honor, dishonor; in failure or fame--
Make me thy instrument of the divine game
Bring forth the ascent, release me from every bond--
May this soul serve Ye in this life and beyond!
My every action in sickness and in health
Only in your name hallowed I consecrate
And their fruits to you only may I dedicate
In honor, dishonor; in failure or fame--
Make me thy instrument of the divine game
Bring forth the ascent, release me from every bond--
May this soul serve Ye in this life and beyond!
August 16, 2015
74) Notes on the Gita: Shloka 1: The Cause of The Mahabharata and its relevance
The Gita begins with this verse:-
धृतराष्ट्र उवाच
धर्मक्षेत्रे कुरुक्षेत्रे समवेता युयुत्सवः ।
मामकाः पाण्डवाश्चैव किमकुर्वत सञ्जय ॥ १-१॥
dhṛtarāṣṭra uvāca dharmakṣetre kurukṣetre samavetā yuyutsavaḥ
māmakāḥ pāṇḍavāś caiva kim akurvata sañjaya 1.1
The blind emperor Dhritarashtra asked the oracle:
“Gathered together in Kurukshetra to battle
Assembled eagerly to prove their mettle
The Pandavas and my Karuavas poised for a fight
O Sanjaya! What happened there? Share your Divine sight” |1|
The epic poem -Bhagavad Gita opens with the above verse wherein the blind emperor, Dhritarashtra asks the oracle- Sanjaya to narrate the events occuring at Kurukshetra. A massive family feud that would ultimately lead only in the destruction of innumerable lives and widespread carnage was about to take place. Massive armies had come together and formed alliances between the two sparring rivals- The Pandavas and the Kauravas. But what was the reason for the origin of this terrible war that split the great royal family and brought about only destruction.
The very first verse of the Gita answers that question. The emperor Dhritarashtra asks Sanjaya what happened at the battle where "
The Pandavas and My Karuavas were poised for a fight" . For this very word 'My Kauravas' explains that he never really considered The Panadavas his own. Though the Pandavas and Kauravas were born to different mothers, they did share the same blood line. They were blood brothers. The Pandavas too belonged to the same Kuru clan but by their high deeds they had created a clan name of their own
So when the children of Dhritarshtra were very much raised with this feeling that the Pandavas were outsiders intruding into their own family space to usurp their throne - it is but natural for the Kauravas to feel hatred for the Pandavas. But does this absolve the sons of Dhritarashtra of any of the blame? No it certainly cannot. For it was their hatred for the Pandavas that lead them on the path of destruction. Everytime the Pandavas progressed- the green eyed monster within the Kauravas only grew stronger. It is said that when one allows a hatred to grow within one's heart - the ability to discriminate between right and wrong gets clouded and the being ultimately walks down the downward spiral of life in the course of time. Though they had been raised in a hostile environment- they had the freedom to choose their path of life- the path of empathy or the path of hatred. They chose the latter and hence had to bear the consequences of their choice.
It was the selfishness in acquiring their kingdom by vanquishing the Pandavas that lead the Kauravas to perform all their misdeeds. This verse finds great relvance to the modern day life where the society indoctrines the principle of selfisness into every individual. What people fail to realize that when they begin to make compromises for their own kin and begin to resort to unfair means to propel their own individuals- they ultimately lead to their own and their beloved one's downfall. Look what happened to the Kauravas- Their Selfishness brought both their own destruction and also their loved ones!
There is this beautiful sanskrit Subhashitam or saying:
अयं निज: परो वेति गणना लघुचेतसाम् ।उदारचरितानां तु वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम् ॥
ayam nijaH paro veti gaNanaa laghuchetasaamudaaracharitaam tu vasudhaiva kutumbakam
This man- He is mine. This other man-He is an outsider and does not belong to me.
Such is the thinking of narrow minded individuals. But the broad minded individuals believe- The whole world is their family and so it belongs to them- Vasudha eva Kutumbakam
धृतराष्ट्र उवाच
धर्मक्षेत्रे कुरुक्षेत्रे समवेता युयुत्सवः ।
मामकाः पाण्डवाश्चैव किमकुर्वत सञ्जय ॥ १-१॥
dhṛtarāṣṭra uvāca dharmakṣetre kurukṣetre samavetā yuyutsavaḥ
māmakāḥ pāṇḍavāś caiva kim akurvata sañjaya 1.1
The blind emperor Dhritarashtra asked the oracle:
“Gathered together in Kurukshetra to battle
Assembled eagerly to prove their mettle
The Pandavas and my Karuavas poised for a fight
O Sanjaya! What happened there? Share your Divine sight” |1|
The epic poem -Bhagavad Gita opens with the above verse wherein the blind emperor, Dhritarashtra asks the oracle- Sanjaya to narrate the events occuring at Kurukshetra. A massive family feud that would ultimately lead only in the destruction of innumerable lives and widespread carnage was about to take place. Massive armies had come together and formed alliances between the two sparring rivals- The Pandavas and the Kauravas. But what was the reason for the origin of this terrible war that split the great royal family and brought about only destruction.
The very first verse of the Gita answers that question. The emperor Dhritarashtra asks Sanjaya what happened at the battle where "
The Pandavas and My Karuavas were poised for a fight" . For this very word 'My Kauravas' explains that he never really considered The Panadavas his own. Though the Pandavas and Kauravas were born to different mothers, they did share the same blood line. They were blood brothers. The Pandavas too belonged to the same Kuru clan but by their high deeds they had created a clan name of their own
So when the children of Dhritarshtra were very much raised with this feeling that the Pandavas were outsiders intruding into their own family space to usurp their throne - it is but natural for the Kauravas to feel hatred for the Pandavas. But does this absolve the sons of Dhritarashtra of any of the blame? No it certainly cannot. For it was their hatred for the Pandavas that lead them on the path of destruction. Everytime the Pandavas progressed- the green eyed monster within the Kauravas only grew stronger. It is said that when one allows a hatred to grow within one's heart - the ability to discriminate between right and wrong gets clouded and the being ultimately walks down the downward spiral of life in the course of time. Though they had been raised in a hostile environment- they had the freedom to choose their path of life- the path of empathy or the path of hatred. They chose the latter and hence had to bear the consequences of their choice.
It was the selfishness in acquiring their kingdom by vanquishing the Pandavas that lead the Kauravas to perform all their misdeeds. This verse finds great relvance to the modern day life where the society indoctrines the principle of selfisness into every individual. What people fail to realize that when they begin to make compromises for their own kin and begin to resort to unfair means to propel their own individuals- they ultimately lead to their own and their beloved one's downfall. Look what happened to the Kauravas- Their Selfishness brought both their own destruction and also their loved ones!
There is this beautiful sanskrit Subhashitam or saying:
अयं निज: परो वेति गणना लघुचेतसाम् ।उदारचरितानां तु वसुधैव कुटुम्बकम् ॥
ayam nijaH paro veti gaNanaa laghuchetasaamudaaracharitaam tu vasudhaiva kutumbakam
This man- He is mine. This other man-He is an outsider and does not belong to me.
Such is the thinking of narrow minded individuals. But the broad minded individuals believe- The whole world is their family and so it belongs to them- Vasudha eva Kutumbakam
73) Freedom
By your desires you are bound-
So trapped- how can freedom be found
Making incessant circles you run-
Claiming it to be life's greatest fun?Millions died to give us this free air
Big bellies hog on food and do not care
Brethren in the neighborhood hungry scream
Illiterate children are taught not to dreamFor our families we build golden cages-
This bubble has been growing since ages
The poor have nothing, the rich lust for more
Ignoring the imbalance, we close our doorThough I am silent and I do not shout
I have had enough- I am walking out
In a short life- I'll see what i can do
I want to be free- what about you?A single life can really do nothing-
But when many join- they can do everything!
So trapped- how can freedom be found
Making incessant circles you run-
Claiming it to be life's greatest fun?Millions died to give us this free air
Big bellies hog on food and do not care
Brethren in the neighborhood hungry scream
Illiterate children are taught not to dreamFor our families we build golden cages-
This bubble has been growing since ages
The poor have nothing, the rich lust for more
Ignoring the imbalance, we close our doorThough I am silent and I do not shout
I have had enough- I am walking out
In a short life- I'll see what i can do
I want to be free- what about you?A single life can really do nothing-
But when many join- they can do everything!
May 24, 2015
72) He
Laughter and sorrow, pain and bliss all stem from Him
All creations and destruction occur as per His holy whim
All the living are but from his own womb born
He is both- night's darkness and the light of the morn
He alone is not bound or caged by nature's ploys
Yet in her courtship countless pleasures he enjoys
And yet detached - for aeons He does not interfere
And to this principle he is ever firm and austere
A throat all cold and blue and a Trident in hand
With the serpent necklace- alone he has to stand
Inconceivable to the mind and unknown to all
He silently bears the grief of all those who fall
He has no father and yet he is your father and also mine
To his children he speaks in the veiled language divine
"Who is He?" if to find Him is your life's sole task-
"Who are you?" this question to yourself you must ask!
All creations and destruction occur as per His holy whim
All the living are but from his own womb born
He is both- night's darkness and the light of the morn
He alone is not bound or caged by nature's ploys
Yet in her courtship countless pleasures he enjoys
And yet detached - for aeons He does not interfere
And to this principle he is ever firm and austere
A throat all cold and blue and a Trident in hand
With the serpent necklace- alone he has to stand
Inconceivable to the mind and unknown to all
He silently bears the grief of all those who fall
He has no father and yet he is your father and also mine
To his children he speaks in the veiled language divine
"Who is He?" if to find Him is your life's sole task-
"Who are you?" this question to yourself you must ask!
December 19, 2014
71) Tree of Life
Many long days drenched in the rain I stood-
Turning skywards only I truly understood-
A storm cut loose when my chest I tore
For a great golden burden my heart bore
A gush of light exploded into night's darkness
So that its sunlit warmth all would harness
Th Gate had opened and the golden light had appeared
The mighty walls of stone all just melted and disappeared
Days and seasons passed away like winds of change
I had withdrawn and now nothing seemed so strange
My heartbreaks I knew were but leaves that had to fall-Merely vestigial in purpose, responding to Autumn's call
Become I had the link connecting the soil to the sky-
Frail creepers embraced and kissed me to a zenith so high
From my roots i realized my immaculate virgin formI was the shelter of recourse, I was the terrible storm
Rediscovering my self, Once more I became life's tree My branches nestled only birds that sought to be free!
Turning skywards only I truly understood-
A storm cut loose when my chest I tore
For a great golden burden my heart bore
A gush of light exploded into night's darkness
So that its sunlit warmth all would harness
Th Gate had opened and the golden light had appeared
The mighty walls of stone all just melted and disappeared
Days and seasons passed away like winds of change
I had withdrawn and now nothing seemed so strange
My heartbreaks I knew were but leaves that had to fall-Merely vestigial in purpose, responding to Autumn's call
Become I had the link connecting the soil to the sky-
Frail creepers embraced and kissed me to a zenith so high
From my roots i realized my immaculate virgin formI was the shelter of recourse, I was the terrible storm
Rediscovering my self, Once more I became life's tree My branches nestled only birds that sought to be free!
71) Union
Many long days drenched in the rain I stood-
Turning skyward only I truly understood-
A storm cut loose when my chest I tore
For a great golden burden my heart bore
Melting into the golden light that thus appeared
Walls of stone and fences all disappeared
Days and seasons passed like winds of change
I had withdrawn and now nothing seemed so strange
My heartbreaks I knew were but leaves that had to fall-Merely vestigial in purpose, responding to Autumn's call
Become I had the link connecting the soil to the sky-
Frail creepers embraced and kissed me to a zenith so high
From my roots i realized my immaculate virgin formI was the shelter of recourse, I was the terrible storm
Forgetting my self, Once more i became life's tree My branches nestled only birds that sought to be free!
Turning skyward only I truly understood-
A storm cut loose when my chest I tore
For a great golden burden my heart bore
Melting into the golden light that thus appeared
Walls of stone and fences all disappeared
Days and seasons passed like winds of change
I had withdrawn and now nothing seemed so strange
My heartbreaks I knew were but leaves that had to fall-Merely vestigial in purpose, responding to Autumn's call
Become I had the link connecting the soil to the sky-
Frail creepers embraced and kissed me to a zenith so high
From my roots i realized my immaculate virgin formI was the shelter of recourse, I was the terrible storm
Forgetting my self, Once more i became life's tree My branches nestled only birds that sought to be free!
November 12, 2014
70) Mirror Heart
My mirror heart writhing in melancholy aches
Its glassy surface everyday suffers minor breaks.
As it reflects a discordant world when it sees-
The same pitiful story written across the seven seas. |4|
Machine-men killing each other for pieces of land
And religions forcing people to chop their brother's hand
False teachers in young minds planting seeds of hate
A greedy few controlling the entire world's fate |8|
A web of information connecting a billion minds
And yet everywhere disconnected lives one finds
Greed destroying nature to fulfill wanton desires
And corporate lust only fueling these wicked fires |12|
The destitute and aged in dingy corners lying in the cold
Disillusioned youth seeking pleasure but their prime sold.
The rich with their cakes and yet suffering in prosperity
The poor without crumbs dying in economic disparity. |14|
The same reflections every passing day, month and year
As a mute spectator I watch as more cracks appear.
"Come forth and shatter my heart!" to my Lord-God I pray,
So to the world - His thousand reflections I will proudly display. |18|
Its glassy surface everyday suffers minor breaks.
As it reflects a discordant world when it sees-
The same pitiful story written across the seven seas. |4|
Machine-men killing each other for pieces of land
And religions forcing people to chop their brother's hand
False teachers in young minds planting seeds of hate
A greedy few controlling the entire world's fate |8|
A web of information connecting a billion minds
And yet everywhere disconnected lives one finds
Greed destroying nature to fulfill wanton desires
And corporate lust only fueling these wicked fires |12|
The destitute and aged in dingy corners lying in the cold
Disillusioned youth seeking pleasure but their prime sold.
The rich with their cakes and yet suffering in prosperity
The poor without crumbs dying in economic disparity. |14|
The same reflections every passing day, month and year
As a mute spectator I watch as more cracks appear.
"Come forth and shatter my heart!" to my Lord-God I pray,
So to the world - His thousand reflections I will proudly display. |18|
November 11, 2014
69) The Rise of India: A youth Anthem
From a cursed slumber a Goddess shall soon awake -
When a great burden young shoulders shall take.
Five hundred million hands shall unite again,
To re-construct a Utopia for all to gain!
The golden bird shall once more spread wings and fly;
And new dawn's Orb shall adorn the morning sky.
Only when a latent talent, young blood shall harness
Light shall re-emerge to guide us from abysmal darkness. |8|
Lines of Division and Communalism will be erased
Institutions of hate shall non-violently be razed,
To create a free nation without a border,
To establish and set forth a new world order.
A great World War of Peace shall be fought-
Universal brotherhood and harmony shall be sought.
With the flapping of the wings of the symbol dove
All wars shall end with a singular weapon- Love. |16|
Our fore-fathers and brave hearts laid their lives bare,
Sacrificing everything to entrust an ideal in our care -
A freedom of thought, expression, growth and prosperity.
But today we lie caged again, wallowing in self-pity
What was promised, what did we receive?
Whom did we entrust our legacy, whom did we deceive?
Disrespecting our elders hard earned freedom,
To greedy leaders we surrendered in fiefdom! |24|
How many more nights can we silent sleep?
Our pained mother has already begun to weep!
Rising up from a shambles,shackles we need to break
Summoning a new path for the world's sake.
The skies scream this call from end to end-
To every parent, sister-brother and friend,
A beacon of tomorrow’s victory the seers send,
To awaken any earnest soul who has an ear to lend :- |32|
"Hundreds shall fall down, Thousands will rise again.
I may fail, you may too - But we will not fail!"
When a great burden young shoulders shall take.
Five hundred million hands shall unite again,
To re-construct a Utopia for all to gain!
The golden bird shall once more spread wings and fly;
And new dawn's Orb shall adorn the morning sky.
Only when a latent talent, young blood shall harness
Light shall re-emerge to guide us from abysmal darkness. |8|
Lines of Division and Communalism will be erased
Institutions of hate shall non-violently be razed,
To create a free nation without a border,
To establish and set forth a new world order.
A great World War of Peace shall be fought-
Universal brotherhood and harmony shall be sought.
With the flapping of the wings of the symbol dove
All wars shall end with a singular weapon- Love. |16|
Our fore-fathers and brave hearts laid their lives bare,
Sacrificing everything to entrust an ideal in our care -
A freedom of thought, expression, growth and prosperity.
But today we lie caged again, wallowing in self-pity
What was promised, what did we receive?
Whom did we entrust our legacy, whom did we deceive?
Disrespecting our elders hard earned freedom,
To greedy leaders we surrendered in fiefdom! |24|
How many more nights can we silent sleep?
Our pained mother has already begun to weep!
Rising up from a shambles,shackles we need to break
Summoning a new path for the world's sake.
The skies scream this call from end to end-
To every parent, sister-brother and friend,
A beacon of tomorrow’s victory the seers send,
To awaken any earnest soul who has an ear to lend :- |32|
"Hundreds shall fall down, Thousands will rise again.
I may fail, you may too - But we will not fail!"
