amidst the deafening buzz
The whisper whistling despair
still sneaking in.
Someone behind the drapery,
shouting at me
the black shadow of conscience,
dissecting my thoughts threadbare,
cursing the polluted chambers of heart,
at the epicentre of my karma(actions).
Guilt and repentance
Just entered my room,
to talk to me,
recriminating all the way
in the wintry night,
a quandary in the misty festivities,
ephemeral glitz outside
and the snowflakes around.
Why I did not keep a track,
how the rising resolutions of quiet midnights to transcend,
had fallen paralysed in the new mornings,
strangulating the goodness or godliness with a rope of lust or matter.
The smiling light with embracing hands still calling me near,
to forgive,love me
asking me to replicate
the same for others.
here goes the old saying
the self of man to the supreme
seated in a chariot
with body as chariot
intellect as charioteer
mind as reins
senses as horses
sense objects as the road the chariot is driven
the unbridled horse can drive the chariot
on a dangerous journey!
which a discriminative intellect can stop
purifying the consciousness
the intellect that discriminates
between real and unreal
between good and pleasant
between the eternal and the ephemeral
why this conscience and wisdom
be the monopoly of a very few!
whatever be the milieu?
for it removes the fog of ego nescience
leading to befriending one's true divine nature!
where one can feel the infinite self in the individual self
the infinite mind in the individual mind
the infinite consciousness in the individual consciousness
time to shed the finite individuality
to be with the infinite being!
for the corridors of love compassion for others
the way to conscience
to be wide opened!
now is the time
the multitude of parched hearts
embraced the irrigation of love and conscience
and the way to right karma
why this intransigence!
why not the hugs of conscience!