They need you...Very badly... Truly..

DEATH=> Its Simply Phenomenal.

We'll be seperated, by every tiny particle of this Universe till the Last Breath we owe to this Earth, But the Glorious DEATH will unite us.. in its own Majestic Way..

I've often Seen people dreaming of reachin Heaven, but 101% of them are actually scared to DIE.... So they actually do not Dream, they see Lovely Nightmares...

Theres' very less U can Take back wid U , there are little chances that U can own Anything forever,
All U can Do is, U can Give, Give more & Even More of what what U have, to the World...

What a shame it would be , standing at the doorsteps of Heaven, the very one u've dreamt, for ur lifetime, and finally, God himself comes to U and says Oh No!!!


U returned back just like a minister, actually I made u to become an emperor..,


The humiliating pain of disappointment, U'll have at that time will not be realised untill U come to know that,
It was the last life u lived as a human being....


"Count ur Blessings, before they become the Banes"...

Do something good, for which u can be remembered, and the seeds U sow today, may not give u shade in the course of your life.... but someday, U'll feel that, from the other side of the life, that U've created something that still exists even after u've abandoned that place...


This is not just another stereotyped spiritual blaah blaah, look in as much as u look out for , For Help, Money & comforts, and just rationally jot down, what U can take & what U can Give Back after taking everything u needed from this world..

Look inside, for the higher purpose of life u've been all around for all these years, and the rest U've to live


And U can be sure of Being possessed in the memories of the People who'll be benefited, in the numerous ways.. Lets Stand Up, stop dreaming fake things, Lets start Giving, the Best U can Give to this World,

They need you...Very badly... Truly..

THE FADING SMILES

LIVING IN THESE MORBID SURROUNDS;

I'VE CEASED TO BE A HUMAN BEING, FOR LONG.....

Where rates are fixed and the fates are risked;

My ears have parched out, for long to listen a dulcet lullaby or song,

My sentences, once, were lovely poems to someone and verses to some;

Where life was enchanted, joyous and smiles exceeded my income,

Now I fail to rhyme even a few lines in my never ending queues of words;

And the expressions have vanished; which once described happy moods,

Holes unfathomable have been bored inside heart, and still that beating piece of body;

Tries to cheat its true identity of being a lump of pain, by enacting plays of rhapsody,

Need for dreaming exceeded the need for sleep, eyelids used to close due to the bright visions;

Now the sodden eyes, glued with the fears of future, search for few rays of happy reasons,

When I tried recollecting the faded memories, the scattered pieces of my broken heart laughed at me;

And the body, tired n distressed, demanded a future of harmony n the soul to be set free,

If not the perfect seasons to enjoy, it demanded a few reasons at least;

Just enough to live life more humane and less like an endangered beast,

The syndrome of faded smiles, taking a toll, killing the dimples and images of frivolity, is on a rampage;

A place where stories of pleasure n joy were read once is now ending up on a permanent poster of anger and rage.

"DRAGON"


© By shivapavan On 4/19/2010 1:57:22 PM

I dream of being a Fish

Not inside the walls of aquariums; Which try to contain and hold;

But to wade across the craziest currents of the oceans-Deeper & cold,

Neither like that of a silver, Nor like the one which is gold;

But I want to live the life of a Shiny Shark; until I grow old,

To live in the vulnerabilities of the tempestuous seas; If is a bane;

I shun the boundaries of placidity; Which make me kind of insane,

A fish is safer; Inside the glimmering glasses, but is destined to fade;

God endowed me with wings; To preach, The spirit of freedom-I was made,

Being bottled up in the barrels of boredom, my body becomes paraplegic;

I want to feel the freshness of the waves, ripples & quit the style so lethargic,

I want to break the walls of lust that are transparent and calm;

Don’t want to trace back the murky waters; which I’ve already swam.

MEDITATION:- "DRAGONISM"

continuation to the blog posted :-

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 8, 2009

ETERNITY CALLS!! ME,….

THIS IS A CONVERSATION WITH A PROFESSOR :-

Professor: so finally u want to say... mediation without chanting is better

??

or chanting makes our senses active??

me: No sir, i just want to convey that meditation is a state of living, not an art of living

And going into an illusion, by chanting and loosing senses may degenerate some rare abilities of the body when in meditation

My point is, if we meditate in total consciousness, many untold truths of this world may be unraveled

Meditation by means of Chanting is just a discrete version of, by means of this method, it will become continuous and endless.

Professor: just a min

me: K sir

Professor: i didnt get u.... does leaving our senses wen v r chanting make us unconscious?

from the real disturbances

me: Yeah, in deep meditation, we loose our consciousness, just take the case of listening to a lullaby or light music, we involuntarily fall into sleep

The moment you stop chanting, you are forced to come back n face the real life distractions. Thus its kind of running away from problems

And fighting with them in total consciousness, is a sign of strength n courage too.

Professor: yeah...correct....but how can v do the second one

meditation with total consciousness

Because.... when we start with leaving senses active...

I dont think v ll reach a state of meditation.

me: Thats a bit tough to do but, we can achieve that

CASE 1

It can be started like this- sit in a comfortable place

Let your mind wander in all directions it wants to

Let anything that bothers you, come into your mind

Like the sounds that are near you, the winds, the atmosphere anything that sends some sense to your mind

The second phase, let you be bothered by your immediate tensions, workplace, family, etc

Professor: ok

Then

me: Finally, when you end up meeting all these real distractions, you'll no more be able to think beyond and your imaginary horizons limit you from gettin distracted further

At that position, your mind becomes blank , and you cant go beyond

The relative velocity of your thought process comes to zero, w.r.t all the distractions

And thus one is said to be meditated

May not hold good for most of the people, but few can take advantage.

Professor: u ve written: You'll be accompanied by all your senses, you'll nullify all your real disturbances....how do u nullify.

me: Thats my opinion sir, and i'm not sure if it sounds sensible or people take me as insane

CASE 2

Imagine a fish flowin in water

To stop that fish from going further downstream, you put a check or wall

But your motive is to make the fish static w.r.t water

The moment the fish reaches the barrier, it develops great resistances,

But if your perception changes, and if you allow fish to flow with water, then, if you consider a strip of water w.r.t fish, the fish always remains in a static position

So the basic concept is, to let flow the thoughts, and your mind too.

And this stasis, is something what i believe to be meditation is.

DISCLAIMER:-I RESPECT ALL THE RELIGIONS, ALL THE FAITHS, AND DEEPLY BELIEVE IN GOD, THE OMNIPRESENT ALMIGHTY. AND I HAVE DUE RESPECT TOWARDS GREAT SPIRITUAL LEADERS WHO HAVE BEEN DOING GOOD TO THE MANKIND.

VIEWS EXPRESSED ARE JUST PERSONAL EXPERIENCES AND GENERAL IN NATURE & HAVE NO INTENTIONS TO DISPROVE EXISTING THEORIES…

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“ I SEE YOU”- MY ANGEL

I don't dream of You, neither You are on my mind,

But I see You baby, Often,..Wherever I find,

Leaving the world aside and the skies behind;

With My worldly eyes, gaped wide n blind,



I find it hard to believe that I’m getting slothful & insane,

But the sanity in this world, for Me; has gone void & profane,

So the things what I'm doing and what I'm seeing as a visual feast,

Is now a matter of people's faux-pass; that concerns me the least,



As and when I see the things around me;

The intoxication and the Goosebumps i feel,

Are no less exciting and enchanting;

As if I’m touched by an electric Eel.





This aint a dream ; not to believe in,

Because I'm sure about what's happening to me,

Hard to convince the fellows around ,

May be I've got a new pair of eyes to see..


oh my angel...


[Revised Draft]



"DRAGON"


© By shivapavan On 11/23/2009 12:52:22 PM

THE INVADER..

The Invader returned to earth by Twelve,
And he carried out the bloodshed there till Five;
Where he dined on some gory-massacres;
And slaughtered anything, which he found that was alive,

I saw him coming down a hill doing a parade,
Crossing the silver shining gushing cascade;

The wolves started to woo;
And the wildest cats cried too,
When the birds did drop-in the dusk of dreams;
I heard nothing; except for the ugly owl’s screams,

The sky trembling with trepidation, was pale, but with red;
Succumbed to the animosity & fury; in the invade many were dead,

The homicides, a myriad in number; started and continued long;
The slept birds were woken up; not to fly, but to sing a melancholy song,

The dark claret velvet gown which he hath worn;
Did with –bloody stains, arteries & veins adorn,

The wind grew turbulent with the advancement of moon;
He butchered and bullied them all, like a solitary loon,

As the time advanced towards the bloodthirsty twilight;
Awaited Eagerly; In the Old Uniform, he was ready for the flight,

And soon the gory king vanished away in the rising sun’s glare;
Waiting impatiently and eagerly for the darkness-again to be there.




"DRAGON"


© By shivapavan On 11/24/2009 11:08:42

WEARY EYES

To love there are no reasons, and to love there are no rules;But as it’s always seen, to love is a crime, Committed by fools,

The rituals of telling the three words are often easy to say;

...but,

The bonds of love, like the bonds of rotting paper neva do stay,

HE wetted HIS weary eyes n plucked his entangled hair;

When HE heard people sayin that “LOVE IS IN THE AIR,”

Cos wat happened wid HIM, was never EVER fair;

She left HIM in splinters of solitude & profound despair,

Was his heart humane ? or a hearth like a burning kiln of woods;

I saw him leaning on the lampposts, a man of changing moods,

A fading smile on his fainting face , spoke surely of days they spent in romance;

And his tottering on streets of gutters n boulders; of the days they used to dance.

The last time he smiled and laughed at was far and late;

Not on the events, not on joyous notes; but on his own fate.

The anguish and the misery, intensified; with every drop of tear that rolled;

Recited a thousand stories of faith and betrayal; never seen and never told,
[DRAGON]
CONTD...............