Meenas PoemsIt is a break,
A welcome indeed !
A sojourn expected,
An interval wanted.
It is a break,
An abstract indeed !
A desire intended
A cut off required.
It is a break,
A reality indeed !,
A necessity proven,
A let out promised.
It is a break,
A fantasy indeed!
A programme asunder,
A celebration great.
It is a break,
A recourse indeed !
An illuminative repose,
A beatitude lovely..
A break in all ways,
A break in all dimensions,
A break in all platitudes,
Is a relaxation.
Visualise the days bygone.
It keeps you from forlorn.
Recollect the days past,
It makes you renew fast.
Rewind the days olden
It helps you mellow golden
Resume the days departed,
It renders you work charted
Past decides the present,
Present leads to future.
Thus goes the workout.
Heard of dead man jumping up.
Heard of dead man showing movements.
Even heard of dead man getting up .
These all occurred immediately after death
After nearly two years of his death, a dead man had paid tax for the years he was not alive.
Does it seem ridiculous?
Does it seem incongruous.?
To top it all, the dead man has not got the receipt for paying tax from the department.
Now , it is eleven years since he paid tax.
He has to come again to receive the receipt in person.
The executor of his will, his eldest son, who has paid, is the hero behind the cast.
Is it due to ignorance ?
Is it a case of misappropriation of funds?
The catch is there.
The executor of the will and the department officials know the truth.
I assume a major part of it has gone to the executor.
Marginal portion to the officials , who helped him to ordinate the device..
Anyhow , the episode necessitates publication, for the reason that in India , a land of God men, anything is possible.
We know of people who conceal the income to evade tax.
I am proud , that at least there are few Indians, instead of resting in the grave, voluntarily pay tax for the period of time when they are not alive.
Is it a ghost tale?
Yes , it is a living ghosts who is the protagonists in this unbelievable anecdote
Lot of definitions , lot of thesis, lot of analysis, lot of controversies engulf the word Spiritual.
Spirit is the soul.
Spirit is the innermost consciousness.
Spirit is the divine.
Spirit reveals the mysteries of life.
These are all the deliverance of theosophists, preachers.
To an ordinary folk ,like me, spirit is none other than yourself.
Self is the magnificent synergy of mind and heart.
Hindus believe, death destroys the body, leaves the soul .
The soul traverses .
Then settles in the body of another.
Thus goes the theory of rebirth.
Hindus believe that there are seven lives.
Christianity puts it firmly ,that there is one life.
Islam advocates reincarnation.
The raging debates and the ranging faiths keep us in a mire.
Religion is a guiding force.
It is a formula.
It is a hypothesis.
Learning from its analogues is essential.
Deducing our own results should be unanimous.
One man’s meat is another man’s poison.
That ,because one person got sanctified by following certain principles ,should not be the code of conduct for the rest.
Just ,because one man got cured of his ailment, by singing a hymn in a sanctum sanctorium, need not be aped by another.
Much because one got exhilarated by chanting slokas ,must not be copied by a stranger.
Well, because one attained salvation, while meditating under a huge tree.,,should not induce others to do a similar recourse.
The self should dive deep into the realms of its own thought.
The self should analyse the needs of itself.
The self should choose between that which is necessary and that which is irrelevant.
The self should deliberate on the effacement of the ego.
The self should embrace an absolute trial to live with contentment and peace.
I have enough.
I feel it is sufficient.
I am happy.
If the self starts feeling thus, the spiritual destination is reached.
A trip to Varanasi, a pilgrimage to Mecca, a flight to Rome , all become an unnecessary prologue., once you understand self.
Try it .
Achieve it.
Glory be yours.
As old age sets in,
Wisdom tags in,
Experience adds in
Maturity settles in,
Contentment props in,
Tolerance creeps in,
Is it a rejuvenation?
Or
Is it a degeneration?
Long ago I saw a river,
Flowing in full ease,
Water clean and blue,
Fish tossing up and down,
Singing cheerfully while jostling.
Now , I see the same river,
Parched to the full,
Water murky and dirty,
Plastics ebbing up and down,
Crying painfully while draining.
Did you hear a prayer?
Do you know what it is?
It is Man’s desire.
It is Man’s wish.
Did you listen keenly?
Do you know what it is?
It is Man’s requisition,
It is Man’s need.
What does man expect?
He wants all things good.
He requires all things beautiful
He loves all things great.
Why does he pray?
He does for his welfare
He does for his promotion.
He does for his prosperity.
Oh ! then it is an act.
It is a pretension.
It is self-conceit.
It is anything but love.
Hmm! yes it is that,
It is not an experience.
It is not a meditation.
It is anything but trance.
Oh ! Is it so?
It is not for community.
It is not for service.
It denotes anything but charity.
Lo! Well it is so.
Everything he wants to amass.
Everything he moves to assume.
It indicates anything but earnestness
True !! That is Man,
That is every human..
That is every mortal ,
It focuses on anything but truth.
What does God want?
God wants truth,
Not gallons of milk,
God loves work,
Not packs of sandal powder,
God desires faith,
Not tonnes of flowers,
God expects love,
Not litres of curd,
God calls for justice,
Not kilos of gold,
God cries for mercy,
Not carats of diamonds.
God requests contentment,
Not ostentatious pretensions.
God commands simple grace,
Not snobbish piety.
God demands nothing.
Again God demands nothing.
From time immemorial . the concept “use and throw “is in vogue.
Cooking was done in earthen pots.
The “use and throw ” pattern is found here.
Before plates, made their advent ,it was the leaves that were laid down to partake.
The “use and throw ” method was adopted.
Glasses ,cups ho;d our beverages now.
Long back, it was cup made of leaves that were utilised.
Once again, it was the “use and throw” functionary which was predominant.
Gunny bags small and big were taken to purchase goods.
Cloth bags were provided by the shops for buys.
Baskets were made of bamboo.
Vessels were scrubbed and washed with natural ash.
Coconut fibre was used to cleanse the adamant stains.
Everything was rom Nature.
Nature gave in plenty and accepted back in grace.
It was a complete eco-friendly scenario.
Now “Use and throw” , has taken a not thought of dimension.
It is a plastic era.
We see plastic in different forms.
Once used , it is thrown out.
It lies strewn on the earth, totally not decomposed.
It spoils Nature .
It spreads danger.
I question,
Who is God?
My mind tells ,
There is no such,
My heart cries ,
There is so much.
Listen ,my mind says,
God is truth,
God is straight ,
God is fearless,
God is righteous,
God is Nature.
No, shouts my heart,
God is concept,
God is belief,
God is powerful,
God is everywhere,
God has form.
Nay bellows my mind,
God has no form,
God has no rules,
God has no demands,
God has no refrains,
God has no distinction.
Not at all blares the heart,
God has various forms,
God has numerous regulations,
God has excessive calls,
God has enormous restrictions,
God has lot of discriminations.
Mind talks in a deep voice,
God is man-made.
Heart resounds in a shrill tone.
Man is God made.
Controversies rage high,
Confusions blow up.
Mind queries in a sharp note
How many Gods are there?
Heart replies in a loud calibre,
They are innumerable.
Mind chuckling continues,
What do they preach?
Heart bubbling adds,
They profess faith
Mind persists in a diffident play,
How many religions are there.?
Heart answers with rage,
There are so many.
Mind breaks into a laugh.
Heart shakes with anger.
Whom do you support?
Whom do you endorse?
Is the mind right?
Is the heart correct?
Tell me all of you,
As I know no answer.
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