Life is what I am,
You are
And all what this universe is
Continuing and not continuing
God.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Master Places
My little child
Asked me only one question.
Very simple one to hear.
Which is the place
Where one becomes not hypocritical at all
And be with his own self.
With no specific answer in my mind,
I tried with all.
"Mosque…., church…., temple…,
Schools…., colleges….., restaurants….., etc…, etc…. "
I tried all....
But only the right answer
Escaped from my tongue.
Seeing my helplessness,
and to help me in such a situation,
Finally he interrupted and gave me the answer
“Paapaa ....
All the places you thought are the places
Where the people become one or other way
Pretending and hypocritic
And the places where the people are not really hypocritic
Are
The brothels and toilets.
Sometimes you can add
Cinema theatres and some other places to this...
The master places
Where masters are born and living in.
Asked me only one question.
Very simple one to hear.
Which is the place
Where one becomes not hypocritical at all
And be with his own self.
With no specific answer in my mind,
I tried with all.
"Mosque…., church…., temple…,
Schools…., colleges….., restaurants….., etc…, etc…. "
I tried all....
But only the right answer
Escaped from my tongue.
Seeing my helplessness,
and to help me in such a situation,
Finally he interrupted and gave me the answer
“Paapaa ....
All the places you thought are the places
Where the people become one or other way
Pretending and hypocritic
And the places where the people are not really hypocritic
Are
The brothels and toilets.
Sometimes you can add
Cinema theatres and some other places to this...
The master places
Where masters are born and living in.
Tried to talk nothing - God is where I lose myself
Tried to talk nothing
And mere such trial became
My talk.
Helplessness
Lost my sight.
And mere such blindness became
My sight
Helplessness
Skies are not skies
But are my limitations
The limitations that give me
A shelter to rest
In helplessness.
Sights are not sights
But, it is where my sight end
So I don’t see anything
Rather,
My eyes and its sights
Are getting obstructed.
Like the sky is where
My sight ends
God is where
I lose myself
And mere such trial became
My talk.
Helplessness
Lost my sight.
And mere such blindness became
My sight
Helplessness
Skies are not skies
But are my limitations
The limitations that give me
A shelter to rest
In helplessness.
Sights are not sights
But, it is where my sight end
So I don’t see anything
Rather,
My eyes and its sights
Are getting obstructed.
Like the sky is where
My sight ends
God is where
I lose myself
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