Tag: Enlightenment

The Road Sign.

I stand before an old road sign
decrepit with age
know not how to go?
I stop my journey in this slot.
Should I go or should I not?

The wobbling sign board holds me
I pause on the mid road
often, I see myself in such a state
if only I had been street smart
I would have attained perum, pugalum (name and fame)
I retrospect with a mixed feel.

I have covered halfway
stagger now in the midway
simultaneous I have crossed part of my life
would face mishaps in the strife
must strive to steer through.

I deliberate about myself
questions range from my inner self
why was I born?
what am I up to? I query intrusively
what have I achieved? finally.

I look at the road sign once again
stands pitiable and ghastly with posters of amma
braving the harsh winds and scorching sun
appears to me as Buddha
seated under the Bodhi tree
awaiting an enlightenment.

I am moved to recite the Gita
the verses of Lord Krishna in a geetham
I spell out Tirukkural
the two lined verses
in an exalted voice, succinctly terse.

I stare at the sign board intensely
stand there for long deliberately
a visionary it is to me
I turn into a lifeless being
as of the sign board in the doing.

Tags Buddha, Enlightenment, Poem

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The Bud Becomes A Flower.

Watching out into the garden
saw a tiny bus on a plant.
it looked so small and cute
a wee little and minute.

As everything grows
this little one opened out
and looked a little big
and strong not frail.

The opening could be seen
after careful inspection
The bud seemed to be in a dilemma
as to smile or not to smile.

leaving the bud to itself
fearing constant care could spoil
went about with my work
returning to find it has blossomed.

The bud has become a flower
spreading fragrance all over
with an astonishing beauty
arresting every one who passed by.

It is not anything wonderful
you might say
but for me it holds
a divine illumination.

The course of its growth
and the way it bloomed
deliver a bout of enlightenment
transcendental and one of contentment.

Tags bud, Enlightenment, flower, Poem, Transcendental

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Down The Memory Lane.

Cycling through the memory lane.
Pedalling soft in a reverie plain.
Half pedalling while reliving the past.
Fast pedalling when going through the present cast.
Racing through the happenings as though in a telecast.
The picture of life so far is etched out in the frame main.

Cycling through the memory lane.
Envisaged bumps and roll downs in a path not plain.
jubilation was found in the realms of past.
Tribulations were also part of the cast.
The performance was rushed through in a telecast.
The still remembered experiences hang in the gallery main.

Cycling through the memory lane.
Perceiving thorns and bushes in a terrain not entirely plain.
Happiness realised in the years looks similar to the past.
Melancholy also gets in as an entity in the cast.
The outcome presents a lively telecast.
The fresh incidents depict a fine portrayal in the gateway main.

Cycling comes to a stop as the end nears.
The mind rests in peace without fear.
The activities cease as everything draws to a close.
The wide canvas slowly folds and falls down as a dried rose.
There exists an extensive and exhaustive relaxation foreboding a cheer.