Pay close attention and
You shall know the truth.
No amount of judgements,
Ever help achieve the fruits.
The one who heeds the signs,
Will lead on to righteousness.
Your queue is of your own,
‘He‘ alone will embrace you and bless.
Drift away from him and tricksters
Shall push you into the pit of agony.
Accept his grace and ‘Him‘ alone
To be elevated from bonds of the world.
The truth exists, but only
If you accept it with love.
It’s up to you to say ‘No’
Or to actually know.
What we choose to neglect,
Is what finds us back again.
Walking on the path –
Based on the noble’s foresight,
We may save the regret of our hindsight.
For what do we know is to come?
Would it be the calm only before the storm,
To wipe us off with a wild hurricane?
The noble created a separate path for us,
A land amidst seas of Molten Lava.
He promised to never forsake us,
Why not take the chance and listen to him,
Rather than regret later?
He’s known to be the noblest of the nobles,
How could anyone choose to ignore his words
And instead of healthy intellect, invest in swords?
Nobody knows what he can see,
But all they know is, without him
The world can never be!
The earth pays her humble obeisance,
And wild winds calm down before him.
Some call him The Noble and some God,
But humble as he is, he says-
“But, I’m just as human as you all!”
What worth is living inside a cage?
A cage of human flesh and bones
Pretending to find answers to the universe.
While straying away from the path of God
Dissecting the truth, bit by bit
While every effort turns out futile.
This futility that occurs as a delusion
Of intelligence, neither allows us to believe
The truth, nor does it let us reach a rational conclusion.
For who would help us derive,
The purpose of our objective
And not allow us to stray from our path?
Who possesses the power-
To imbibe faith in us and
Help attain intellect as of the supreme?
No amount of arguments
Ever led us to peace and
None, satisfied our sense of victory.
What else could we missing out
In the universe despite living under
The delusion of knowing it all?
No amount of nerdy books would
Be able to satisfy the evergrowing
Hunger to attain knowledge with serenity.
Autonomy could bring authority,
Though nothing else, but the grace of God
Could help us seek tranquillity.
What else, but ‘His’ path alone
Could help us escape the deadly sins?
For our soul would its body soon.
So why not utilise even a spare moment
To remember him and help make
This anatomy of flesh and bones worth breathing!
The Voyage from life towards death,
Leaves us mesmerised until the end of time.
Passengers join us at every stage,
Some stay, some get off, some remain.
Time spent doesn’t matter, but who contributed
what during that span certainly does!
Those who leave soon, fill us up with questions,
The ones to stay, provide prolonged solutions.
Accompaniers aren’t essentially fellow travellers,
But sometimes stagnant viruses that love sticking around.
Where can we possibly find the antidote?
Aren’t there many sailing in the same boat?
For most, faith is the key to unlock the doors,
While others still trust their own abilities to pass the same.
The latter call former out as ‘FOOLS!’
But never pay attention to the details.
Rest assured, Messiah himself would
Lead The Voyage of the faithful!
Full of spirit, glory and grace!
Enclosed within this cubical,
I refused to witness the reality.
I developed wings to fly and strength to fight,
And only needed to channel my skills rightly.
But forgot to unlock the doors of my mind,
Rather, I lacked faith that I could explore too.
My mind, a tesseract, never let my thoughts flow,
From the walls of the smaller cube to the larger one.
Ideas of the ones who depicted success inspired me,
While I still felt, I lived a fruitless life.
The ones I believed would lead me to the light,
Had lost hope in destiny and gone astray.
I realised that I required a light source,
A power station to uplift me.
My tesseract halted before a lighthouse,
Which awaited its arrival as well!
Ray of light then beamed into the tesseract,
To awaken its internal source of light.
A source that led to the path of God,
Avid realisation and core actualisation.
The light overpowered the darkness,
And ‘night’ only implied a calmer half of the day.
He, the undaunted painted my story,
On a canvas so big that no one could really tell its glory.
He made me believe that I led my tale,
Little did I know, he was the one behind the veil.
He scripted the plot for me to grow,
But also granted me will that was free from all flow.
Sooner I realised how mighty I had become,
For my will would never show the wrongs I had done.
Tempted, I stepped into the vicious traps,
But he pulled me out and set me on his path.
I sure did forget my way and purpose,
But he certainly knew what he had set me out to do.
He wrote and overwrote those parts,
Where I had fallen a prey.
And gave me a chance to improve,
Suppress my inner demons and pray.
I’m now certain that he’s my master, the creator,
His path is the only one I must walk.
There are still times when I tend to change my track,
But he relentlessly paints those patches again,
So I never start from the scratch.
Knotted with weird obsessions,
Too much work and no time for a vacation.
Floating within the dilemma
Of what’s perfect and what isn’t.
All we needed was a prism
And not this brain’s prison.
It feels like being in a space suit,
Without the provision for ventilation.
The constant visuals run and rapidly,
Leaving the mind on the brink to explode.
Unable to get hold of thoughts and control,
While it’s nobody else but the mind who’s its own troll.
Often spaced out on productivity,
Cos’ the OCD keeps us busy.
It’s the odyssey through the OCD,
That keeps us occupied.
It’s like a racecar in full speed,
Which won’t stop anytime soon or even take easy.