De-owning thoughts

Our reasons for anything are neither secure nor insecure; it just remain as it is- unbiasedly  naked. The moment we try to draw a picture of what is both told and untold we just begin to lens through the way we feel about it. It's kind of jiggery- pokery as nothing certain can be concluded on the reasons that are beyond one's imagination. Reason out, so that either you will be pushed out by the arguments or pushed in by your own proposition. Nothing can be impository when you raise your thoughts high and reason out that are  essentially fundamental to one's values.

Reasons can be baseless in the eyes of others yet it can never be the same as you brainstorm your thoughts that are deeply grounded in your mind. Reasoning as a matter of acceptability has its own place yet it become uncommon when rejection  has outstrip its stand. Truly, reasoning is a drive towards maturity only if one proposes it with what actually is needed to be reasoned out. Reason upon reasons, reason over reasons, reason for reasons can create an avenue for developing our reasoning skills.  Reason to reason out for reason has a reason to be reasoned.

Valentine

I’ll always cherish it

Our first night in the candle light

Under the balmier blanket

I feel the heaven so close to me

Sinking in, the waves surge high

Baby I love when you fill me with your soul

Coz we are legend and in love unlike others

So tell me those three words

Coz the heart needs what it needs

And this will be a legendary love.

Going to far off places

Under the light of moon and stars

We join our hands and walk together

Measuring our height and feeling our breath

We smile as we see ourselves hugging tight

So we get inside the coupé and close our arms

Dipping in, the tides pitch high

 Baby I love when we drive to heaven

Coz we are legend and in love unlike others

So tell me that you are mine

Coz the heart needs what it needs

And this will be a legendary love.

[Chorus]

Sexting late at night, I call you to come home

Rushing alone in hurry, I meet you halfway

Closing the door, we close the curtains

I pull you close as you come out of the bathroom

Smoking prettily by my side

With smiling faces, we gulp whiskey

Getting drunk in the bed; we become mad

Not knowing what we are doing

I find you pushing and pulling me

And see you breathing together with me

I love the way you are, my Valentine Love.

I will treasure it

The way I taste your saliva

And the manner I feel your bob hair

Of all the cold feet that rest on my thighs.

Along with you, I listen to Taylor’s song

And I love to hear you rapping for me.

Watching together of what we are doing

We drench in sweat and shout a lot

Baby I love when you serve me honey

’Cause we are legend and in love unlike others

So tell me that I am in your heart

Coz the heart needs what it needs

And this will be a legendary love.

Sail-ism

From the metro, she know not where to head
Donned with drainpipes, she began to tread,
Then she watched what ring she has worn on
And down the breast her glossy hair dangled on.
Besides parade of commuters, she ambled on the turf
And her destination was even beyond the roar of the surf.

So with a goal kept within- ‘to meet the unmet sniper’
Among influx of people, her eyes trolled him like a sniper.
No wonder, once again she dearly propelled her eyes out
With her neck fixed on, her hunt for him began to sprout
And before her last hurrah, an unfamiliar man greeted her
Standing on the side of the door, he smiled and stared at her.

She left the moorings of a man who failed to bid her bye-bye
Yet the echoes of her walking boots almost deafened the passer-by
And never did she turn back, until a familiar voice called her- ‘pal.’
A motherly call it was and she dare not to escape the unattended call
On turning back, there's no way to escape the encounter with a met man 
And cried a aloud cry on knowing him as ‘keta’- a man she was looking for.

Mara-ism: of the inner demon

Poor in shoes, poor in stockings too,
Its nerves are too weak, more than fragile
Parasitic in itself, it owns many thorns
Monkeys are free and of human too rare.
Jackals rule the den, and lions are made equal.

Inner-ism

Clouds neither have roots nor branches and stands without any foundation. So is the space all naked- neither supported nor rested and stands sans legs and hands! Thus, awareness is beyond both colour and shape and its original nature is like space and its basis is like the ephemeral clouds!

Mahamudra is dependent upon nothing and it is always settled in unalloyed purity. On removing husk by beating the sesame, oil- the essence(awareness) is extracted! Like space, awareness can be neither melted or frozen nor added or subtracted and the nudity remain as it is. Whether the space is hidden or unconcealed by the clouds, the original sky remains bare- completely nude. Just like the space unborn out of empty sky without clouds- so is the awareness unborn and untainted within the state of unborn mind.

Like a single candle dispelling the darkness of a night; a single flash of clear mind erases the blindness of one's sin. Lo! Relax into your intrinsic nature with no objective and rest in naked awareness- and that's Mahamudra!

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What is never born never dies. When there is beginningless there is endless too.What is hidden right here is also present right here. When one is in extremes the door to Samadhi still prevails in the closed door. When one is over filled; the space for filling up still exists within the occupied space. When a lake is darkened sans moon's reflection, the brightness still exists in the presence of absence.

In sweetness lies the sourness. What is uneven right there is also even right there. Where there is a road, the destiny too is embedded in it. Where there is a cloud, the state of cloudless also forms the formless. Under the pikes lies the plains and within the plains lies the gorges. Within sadness lies the state of euphoricism. Where there is a wall, there is always an exit in it !