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 !

Mara: of demon within the mind

"Mara is the itch that rests in our heart. And the itch that sits in our heart is the defilement."

The demon that rests in our heart is our enemy.  This self enemy so called sensual desire is heavier in nature and one can hardly recognize it as it is clouded by ones pride and lust.  The moment one delves into unwholesomeness the proclivity to promote ones sensual desire gets heightened and veiled. When your mouth still remain wet and feel like taking a piece of pizza after filling your tummy, that's sensual desire.  The whole world is full of temptations!  Just walk around the market; your eyes will always keep on looking at the beautiful people and glue on fashions flooding in the market- and that's sensual desire! Sensual desire is always there deeply glued in ones mind  and it's elevated whenever one wants to have comfort or pleasurable sensation and gratification.

When people become unhappy  or unsuccessful, they just blame the external factors like: money, time, relation, climate etc. The real reason, of course, lies inside us because of our reactions to sensual contacts. Logically, no sense contact can be permanent but we can't really deny them. They rise and go; they don't reside- just like the breath. But when mara or the sensual desire is in action, despite its non-ownership it reappears and lures you.  Yet all the  problems are created by our own reactions because we are not fully satisfied ourselves and we think that the fault lies with the object- not with the self.

The sensual desire arise from the fact that we want to possess, keep and experience the pleasure time and again. People keep on watching, exploring and adventuring in search of more fun, enjoyment, new places and new stuffs. Indeed more people are able to gratify their sensual desire with newer bungalows, fashionable dresses, exorbitant cars and plastic surgeries. The poor too has their sensual desire; of buying more cattle, planting more cardamoms and visiting the uncharted places. And yet people endeavors to remain happy simply by gratifying their desire, thus, mounting their defilement.

Sensual desire is a repetitive cycle and it's never paid off! We crush people around, feel hungry and thirsty again, and even want to hear, see and touch things again. Once the sensual desire has been gratified, it's never done and a new desire continually arises and keep going. The more one has, the more he remains unfulfilled! Sensual desire is a crime, it's sin and even a debt!

Letting go off sensation means letting go off dissatisfaction. The only way to eliminate sensual desire is to to go off craving.  Besides moderation, the best way to fight sensual desire is to put up a fence against one of our desires and seeing things by part and reflecting upon it. Unveil your sensual desire, mediate on it and unfollow the followed grossly path.  Clear the bushes and deseed the thorns of five desires.

De-karmalessness

If you succumb to degrade upon yourself who else will be able to save you. Alas! Can we really change the fruit of Karma once it has been ripened? There's no way to de-harvest the collected outcomes and hybridize the sown seeds. Fertilizing one's action,watering your speech, weeding your negativities and transplanting compassion besides pesticiding your thoughts can make a great deal in harvesting a good karma.So while you are fortunate enough, plough your thoughts and sow the action of right seed.

Death

Oh! Dear death

Where is thy vein?

Who direct thy rein?

Thou seem hardest like the cold ice,

And call every soul by thy lurking dice.

Hi death!

Can curfew halt thee?

Can mutineer subjugate thee?

Can philanthropist escape thee?

Will thou visit the poorest beggar?

Where have you concealed thy grave digger?

Hello death!

Who press thy terrified ting?

And certainly seize every soul with thy sting.

How is thy sour hook?

Is it ready to snatch the blasphemous kook?

 Yeah, death!

Why can’t thou sleep forever?

And let every soul breathe forever.

When will thou leave every soul behind?

And free every soul from thy appalling bind.