While we walked home from the movies, one moonlit starry night,
My friends and I talked and laughed, enjoying summer's delights.
The streets were quite silent, as trees swayed in warm breezes,
And night blooms graced the walks, like evening's masterpieces!
The birds were still singing, and jeweled fireflies were out,
Winking off and on magically, in the temporary world blackout!
We had stopped for ice cream, and ate our cones as we walked,
......
Feeling much more than is human,
My soul, be free from this mortal strains.
Floating because I will fall
Preparing for reality to swallow me whole.
Drunken on immortal panic,
New born ecstasy floods my veins.
Longing to feel the universe
......
My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.
She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.
......
reality is a schema,
not a world,
not a truth.
just a projection
from the meat-logic of neurons
inside our wet machine.
even the self is self-generated,
a recursive template that believes itself real,
only because it references itself fast
......
I shall always long for the fraternity
Among stars as they party,
Night after night,
Their drunken eyes twinkling with lite.
One of the best things of Sanatan Dharma is that,
It values– art, poetry, music & dance.
These are also the different ways
To connect with the Supreme Power, God.
Hindu philosophy gives you freedom to think,
Freedom to mix with nature
And to the whole universe as well.
According to Hinduism
Every soul is connected with Brahman.
......
I was riding on my bike to my office
With dreary daily dullness;
Yet, happened to notice a drama in the sky:
Sun was so bright and suddenly dark cloud hid the light;
As I tuned my hyper sensitive senses on,
I heard them speaking in a meeting:
It was the Earth-table conference
Between the sun and the ocean
Clouds and rays were also presented—
......
My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.
She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.
......
reality is a schema,
not a world,
not a truth.
just a projection
from the meat-logic of neurons
inside our wet machine.
even the self is self-generated,
a recursive template that believes itself real,
only because it references itself fast
......
On
a
clear
night,
I
look
up
at
the
sky
......