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Siva Bhanga, 22 april 2012

The Key

Experience is God.
Wisdom is God.
God is always first without you even knowing it.
Actually we have only forgotten
And that is the Sin.
If Experience is not God, Then How can it be the best teacher?
If wisdom is not God, Why is everyone chasing after it?
Wisdom is the key.

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Siva Bhanga, 29 january 2012

HARE HARE

Where Krsna lies, felicity
abounds with pure simplicity
with loving sensibility
and all serve Him with humility
But when a living entity
rejects his true identity
and out of sheer stupidity
surrenders to cupidity
He looses all sagacity
and with it, all capacity
to understand reality
or curb his sensuality
Abandoning humility
he touts(praises) his own ability
forgetting his capability
and fortune’s volatility(changeability)
Immersed in assimility (stupidity)
for what seems an infiinity
of lives of piety
he suffers in anxiety
Till contact with God’s devotee
perhaps of utmost brevity (short time)
awakens his affinity
for words of divinity
Perceiving the futility
of all his imbecility (stupidity)
the soul regains his sanity
and cast away his vanity
Endowed with more humility
he serves with all ability
and growing spontaneity
his guru and deity
Regaining his identity
the wayward living entity
returns to the fraternity
of Krsna, for eternity.

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Siva Bhanga, 24 december 2011

Broken-Hearted

I asked her for a dance but she said she was too tired

The next thing i knew she was on the dance floor with someone else, i don't think she was hired

I thought she liked me she was the only one i admired

Sometimes i used to think our souls were kind of wired

Together to eternity but that was just a sick obsession i acquired

From staring into her prickly eyes and fantasying about those juicy lips. O! my dreams are shattered

Behind her i stood and wept, because now to her i never mattered

Then there i was alone in the middle of the dance-floor. My sight became blurry and scattered

All at once i felt cold from my feet to my head. My teeth chattered

My stomach rumbled then i farted

But no one bothered

I felt like a plant species not yet discovered

just then she looked back at me. What? Did she hear it? the music was so loud at first. i feel ashamed as my head lowered

I said to myself 'you must be the devil.' Then she nodded

O' My God now my heart pounded. My heart which was wounded pounded

I turned around to have a seat at the counter and then i realized it wasn't me she was looking at. Rather her chauffeur who behind me waited

So it means she wasn't even seeing me. I had been wasted

It was time for her to go, and for me it was time for courage to be mastered

She walked toward my direction. so beautiful i thought she had to be escorted

This is my chance i said

But no luck, she tugged on to the silly guy instead

Now the silly look on my face had to be smothered

I watched them as they walked hand in hand. My head again lowered

Then i watched them as they departed

She left me. She left me brokenhearted

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Siva Bhanga, 24 december 2011

my FEAR

I was in my big brother's dream but i curse my position there
This dream cannot come true, Why is life so unfair
Maybe i should forget about it NO i wouldn't dare
I'm going out tonight, to face my deepest fear

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