Like waves, high tides lashing continually,
the feeling keeps coming back again.
There exists not words to explain them,
abstract as they are, thoughts but realized.

What thee hold not, Love covers it ;
The desire of knowledge for omniscience stays
but in vain, blinded and short sighted,
Living in this shell trapped forever.

LOVE. A definition exists, not in words ;
The mental, physical and the metaphysical union,
striking pulses through flesh and nerve
seeming thy heart can hold more than earth doth offer.

HATE. Contrasting feelings, negations balance,
all that is loved is equally hated.
Rage and chemicals soar high with reactions
failing unknowingly to see the truth beneath as always !

This realization, the fork of the mind,
origins remain the same yet split to convolute ;
Innocence adds strength to the difference,
still the tangible truth ever clear stays bright.

If being in Love is to consume the mind,
with thoughts on thy precious
how Hate differs, torturing the mind,
with emotions negated on thy precious ?

Unseen truth remains, Hate is not illusion that covers
but that does not, over the mind, like grass in a meadow.
Love fills thoughts and Hate alike,
Is there an anomaly, i see nor know not yet.

Yoga the control of the thoughts, which brings the ability to perceive the physical and mental unity, the path to realisation, is not plain as usual. It is an exercise, for the mind, to train it, to understand the intricacies and to feel one with it.

When i say, ‘like an exercise’, i mean so literally. I have realised that any exercise if practised with vigor and then discontinued for whatever reason for any short period of time shall degrade the effect and the bearer drastically. It is a sharp infinite knife over which caution is needed at every step, all through the way till the end aspiration has been reached. In essence, if yoga is practiced and the mind has been made to filter and ignore perversions, desire and other thoughts which bring morose, then beware when you even unknowingly quit it. The perversions as Mahesh puts it comes back with a vengeance and is more powerful knowing that you are weak without protection now. The mind works in subtle ways and shall fall prey to the atrocious and dark perversions which will take years to cleanse.

Mahesh goes through it now but i know not what he feels. When i cannot understand myself completely, how can i possibly judge another mind ?! The truth is blatant though but the answer seems far far away. Pressing ahead in this war against desire, hate, perversion, love and what not, I shall succeed. But when and at what cost(does it matter ?) I do not know.

The one who smears ashes on His body, hear me
Aspiration hard and burning,
The perverted crust melting,
The flow in the path beneath
I goest in thy way to reach thee ..

Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing ?
When will we learn to control ?
The inner child cries with grief
What do we do to break this impenetrable wall ?

Asatyam in the air, deceiving every moment,
Innocence leads to the trap, again and again.
The hope for the truth to dawn shall succeed
and all knowledge shall be conquered with Him.

Why these images come back
torturing without peace to raise questions ?
Where thee lead me, i follow
Itham aham sarvam itham.
Itham rudram sarvam sivam. OM.

Why this obsession again ? Question haunt ;
What has thee unlearnt to forget this ?
Where has thy knowledge vanished ?
How to test now if its real ?

The talk hums still, but unreal
The voice fragile and echoing through the body
Serene face flashes in memory
Grief overtakes on seeing the eyes this deep.

This life or the next is a mystery
Avoiding thoughts on sham
The question reflect, asking for sense
Answer eludes me and blankness shrouds now.

This innocence pains badly
What penance has this soul to undergo
To reach the bliss of seeing thee ?
Oh my beloved savior, give me the answer.

The fear pervades, inside and outside
feeling the confusion in the mind
What questions are these
for which answers exist not ?

The feeling of oneness, in love
Could it all be sham and nothing more ?
Fear again. Fear of the defeat.
Why this flutter in the silence of the heart ?

Flesh and blood, facades that separate
Aren’t we the one and the same ?
I know thee not, the love i have now
The innocence fuels this fear.

Ye unseen who sees it all,
Tell me and show thy stature
The oneness in your spirit and body
let this love bring the one out of me.

Go play o thee stranger,
Thy purpose obscure and hidden,
Clues drop down and unfold
Soon the hazy sky will clear out
and the truth shall dawn upon thee.

Innocence is bliss,
But isn’t that wretchedness too ?
Thy burden on this earth
What use is thee without knowledge ?

Fear the cold innocence.
What you fear, you don’t know;
What you know, thee fear not.
Knowledge enlightens thy darkness,
The light burns the innocence
The light refines and polishes thee.

To break the innocence, aspire on.
Ponder and clutter thy mind with thoughts.
The release, the opening of the door to knowledge
Shall dawn when thy fear burns out completely.

The count of knowledge exceeds the grasp.
Is there ever a release then from fear ?
Is there an alternate to reverse the curse ?
The thoughts coarse and intense strike
The heart excited and depressed pleads
Show me the ultimate path o thee.

Eye, the Eye that contains the I;
Eye, more powerful than fire.
Thy gaze more penetrating than the strongest force,
The path to truth, the realization of the eye.

The two eyes serene, concealing aspiration,
the third burns silently, watching thy tempation.
The eye, thy mind, what difference do they have ?
The lord of ashes conceals it all.
The sovereign observer never sleeps,
the blue throated consciousness, ever aware
of even the billionth of the heat dissipated

Burn thyself and feed the ultimate eye;
Oh thee who never closes thy eye,
Tell me that this place isn’t baked by the poison in me.
Give me strength to bear the sting
To prolong, to proceed and to rise, to meet thy eye.

Wild thoughts engross the weaker mind,
Fight against and provide resistance,
Let thee be blessed by the ultimate intervention ;
For that is the only power to rely upon.
Rewarded will thee be, if thy aspiration persists.

Obstacles come and go,
Dissipation the motive, bringing down the silence,
Aspiration the antidote, to cure the morose.
Hang on and thee shall be spoken to.

Chant the name, the name that you love,
For every name bears the mark of the supreme,
Realize the identity in every entity,
For that is the stepping stone to the truth.

Analysis of the complex and the reason eludes,
But persist and thee shall see the true image;
Walk, without sleep and everything will fall into place,
And thee shall reach the point of no haze.

Fear is realization of ignorance;
Relight the fire of knowledge,
Burn it with thy aspiration,
Cream it with thy inner intuition
and ye shall be free of the monster forever.

Concentrate thy senses and focus in thy mind,
Pour the emotions in an unbroken stream
Upon the path to realization of the inner self,
he who he is and he is not everywhere,

Silence burns its way,
Pay attention and give more silence as food,
The agni shall rise and enlighten the day
Feel the truth that everything happens for good.

Pray to thee who is formless and yet has the perfect form,
Adore thee who is the self and the shadow,
Aspire for thee who has always lived and yet never aged,
Surrender thyself to the ultimate, a part of thyself too.

Without Aspiration wretched is thy soul, this decaying self ;
Meditation purifies Aspiration,
Silence pours ghee and supplies vigour to meditation ;
Without Aspiration silence means nothing.