The dark world

Heard the song "Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye to kya hai"?. This article is based on it. You can listen to the song here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSo3KVwrp8M

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I see the people, all of them,

insane and dark.

Selfish motives,

only to die one day.

Mean and heartless people!

Where are those?

Those who truly love,

those who truly follow their dharma.

Of what avail is it,

if I prove myself?

If I prove that,

I truly love and do my duty,

what will I gain?

Am I selfish in asking the gain?

But without gain, there is only pain.

I can't die. Nor can I escape the pain.

I will bear it! I will sacrifice my"self".

I will prove myself, for they say

that after pain comes true love,

like lightness comes after darkness.

In the corner of the lab

In the corner of the lab,
lies a lonely kid who works and works and works.
Once in while does he try to get noticed,

but ends up boring his observers.

Far away lie his pals and far away are his parents.

And hence he is alone.

Very thankful to a dear friend,

he gave the chair beside him to her.

But she never sits.

Very grateful to his God,

he gave his heart to him.

But sadly he never comes.

He works tirelessly, but neither for fame nor name.

He works for his Lord.

And he waits patiently,

for he thinks that his Lord will come for him

and his friend will sit beside and help.

Days and years pass, but nothing ever happens.

Ultimately, tired of work, he reaches the end of life.

Not withstanding the pain of waiting, he starts crying.

Then, suddenly, he hears his friend's voice from inside,

"I am you, living in you all the time. I'm the God."

With those words, the little kid leaves his last breath,

the kid who used to sit in the corner of the lab.

A whining kid

Lot of people know that I act like a kid. But, sometimes, I act like a whining kid; complaining and fighting over silly things. And I think I should get rid of that :). There is a quote by Eckhart Tolle, which says:‎

"To complain is always non-acceptance of what is. It invariably carries an unconscious negative charge. When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation or accept it. All else is madness."

Therefore I should completely stop complaining and accept the situation as it is.

When a little kid falls and gets hurt, his mom will try to soothe him by saying "Don't worry, the pain will go.". But when the kid grows, he starts attributing it to something and tries to satisfy himself making that something a reason for his bad luck. A little kid would not do so, because he would not even understand why he got hurt. And I think we should all be exactly like little kids. Because we don't know why things happen they way they are and why we get hurt.

Sadly, I have fought like a bad kid with many of my friends. Recently too, I fought with a dear friend and acted very bad. I fought over silly things like "why are you thanking me so much?", "why are you not smiling?", etc. Thinking back, they look so stupid and meaningless reasons to fight. Luckily, I have a really good bunch of friends. And this dear friend explained me how much of havoc I created and forgave me for my mistake. But I may not be lucky all the time and I should learn to be like a little kid who just cries when he gets hurt, but doesn't complain to anybody. Its that innocence which makes them Gods.

Sage-ified!

After all, I am named after the great sage "Kashyapaha". Isn't it justifiable to be like to him?

Let me tell you why I think I am a sage:

1. I eat twice a day, sometimes only once. Other times, I fill my stomach with fruits, milk, biscuits, etc.

2. I try to be affable and very helpful to people. That's how so many people know me.

3. I utter Ram Chandra ji's name all the time. Always singing and walking in the department, I am well known for the noise I make.

4. I spend most of the time alone, because there are very few people, whom I think are my friends and relatives. My heart is with someone, soul with Ram ji, and body is busy with work. So there is nothing left with me, as my own. Friends come and go, parents can't stay with me. So I've decided that I will stay alone in life.

5. Sage also means a wise person. Not many, but there are few who think that I have a good head. But I am surely not an egghead.

6. Sages are always happy, laughing and sometimes cunning too. Though I am not that good at this, but still, I am happy most of the time because I have nothing to worry about. And I am very cunning also. I often lash doors when somebody is inside and run away. Once, somebody showed me a book and asked me who's book it was and if he could take it to his room and read. I told him to just take it home and if somebody complained, then put it back clandestinely.

7. Last but not the least, don't I look like a sage in the picture?, think of the bottle as kamandal(am)(u). It was given by my sister. I guess she too knew that I was going to be a sage.

Aren't the seven points cogent enough to prove that I am a sage? If not, talk to me and you'll surely agree. From now on, call me "Sage Kashyap" :-).

Hide and seek

I seek from them, my strength, happiness and love.

They are the sweet kids of my father,

and they play hide and seek all the time.

Some can hide well and some cannot.

Some hide faraway and some close by.

Wherever they are, I cannot forget them,

for they are all my own siblings.

Winning or losing does not matter,

what matters is whether they are

in the game or not, for it gives me

hope that I will find them one day.

Sometimes my heart longs to see

a few who always try to hide.

But they say that when I grow old

and when this game gets boring,

my father would come and take me home.

There I can rest on my mother's lap

and watch others play the game.

Relations

What are these which form and break

like the bubbles in a foam.

Who makes them? And why?

May be I innocently make them,

even though they don't last long.

Expectations kill them and

hide them without my knowing.

But what is wrong in expecting?

What is wrong in expecting

a father or a mother to be kind and caring?

a brother or a sister to be nice and supportive?

a friend to be good and helpful?

May be the world has grown bad.

A friend is made when there is need

and is left just after it is over.

A brother or a sister would forget you

once they find their mate.

But those two are the poor ones

who care for the obvious reason

that I am their successor.

Oftentimes I wonder why

we need such relations.

Those futile ones where

there is no love, no value.

May be I don't need them.

I can still help others for

I love and pray for all.

Thence I break them all but one,

the one with my own self.

True friends

I'm a rock by the side of the ocean,

moving slowly into it each second.

Many grains meet me in commotion,

but none would stay till the end.

There are my true rocky friends,

trudging behind me till my death.

I always feel their love, as each sends

it from the inside, from infinite depth.

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Inspiration:

1. My home town Visakhapatnam is located in the coastal area and has a very beautiful beach.

2. My true friends like my mom, sister, etc., who stay away but still love me a lot.