A learner has to know
what he wants to learn
Subjects are many
as are the waves of mind
Mastery of one is difficult
master of all we can’t be!
A learner has to know
what he wants to learn
Subjects are many
as are the waves of mind
Mastery of one is difficult
master of all we can’t be!
Last edited by little-self; 02-20-2017 at 07:27 PM.
Learning a few lessons
scholars we acclaim
How cheap are degrees,
cheaply won by rote
Imbibing not life
mere theories we memorize
Storing data in mind
scholarship list we top
Learning few basics
integrated knowledge we lack
True disciple we require
not a hoard of scholars!
Those who live in past
Forsake their present
Mortgage their future
...a thought on daughter's birthday......
Taking sabbatical siesta in the sojourn of life
Dreaming a smile (-ful) memories in the lap of life
I am dousing in the twilight of fleeing dreams
Awake, ‘am fumbling in confusion, find not my ‘self’!
Am I in the dreams! In the dream of dreams! Still groping in ‘me’!
Who I am? A dream or a dreamer! Both are pleasant emissary
In whom I am drowned in my siesta, dreaming, dreaming my lost ‘memories’
Lo, behold! There they are, in my ‘little’ self, the child of our love, the relic of my ‘smile’
I revere in ‘me’; both revel in the gift of ‘present’—the child of our destiny!
PAIN
I searched left an right, high an low
Every nook an corner
(But) When I woke up
I still was searching my lost horizons
They stared me back
Dared me to confront
How meekly I sought
Refuse in them
Only to find stiletto
In my back
I wreaked in pain
They enjoyed the scene
In pain I wreathed
They poked my wounds
Years in pain
Hooked the sadistic in me
I joined their game
Reveled in my misery
Now I enjoyed, they reeled
I made merry in pain, sorrow ‘an grief---they rebelled!
Pain of separation, grief of deceit
Pierce the heart, wrecks it apart
How adoringly I tended my nursery
Love watered their roots
My luck had its day
Destiny mocked maliciously
Bitter were the fruits of love
Cancerous their growth
What promised me heavens
Landed me in hell!
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Oh! Pain, how sweet you are!
Take me into your lap, rear me as child
Lull my senses, drowse my feelings
I love even thy paramours, grant them their boon
Tie me in red ribbons
Dye me in their color finish the game
Oh! Mother earth; grant me a boon- would you!
Ac-curse me so, I leave no imprints
Enough is enough, I say good-bye
Till eternity I bear not
Fruits of seed an wither away-in ignominy
Pain, ailments last with body
Turmoil of mind are borne by conscience alone
Why carry their burdens
Wayside dregs they are
Gross decays with death
Mind is sieved with intellect
In joy they are merged in
Bliss is the ocean they are immersed in
Reap oh! Mind, the fruits so churned
Thy Original home seeks ye
The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
Awareness of ignorance is wisdom
Past is dead wood
Swimming in the stream of present churning in quick sands of future
Every thought-word-deed is in consonance with our past
Present- shapes their direction
Future- would be tailored
The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
Awareness of ignorance is wisdom
Every act, word, deed
Become redundant
If not sustained by present
Saving them from oblivion of past
Iron will is the panacea!
The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
Awareness of ignorance is wisdom
Roots deep in earth, ego goes sky high
Naïve are those, who fall prey
In transit we are
Transient is our lot!
Mind, oh, mind retracts, leave the low
From high you came, high you go
Source is the destiny, retract the footprints!
The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
Awareness of ignorance is wisdom
That which is not shared- is PAST
Standing on the brink of past
I plunge in future
By-passing present
I recover in past
The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
Awareness of ignorance is wisdom
Whatever is acquired is to fade away
Nothing lasts forever
Old gives way to new
Latest becomes past
Knowing is science, ‘n experience is knowledge
The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
Awareness of ignorance is wisdom
In the ashes of past
Are hidden our fortunes
In the dead we live
In the foregone we aspire
Why repose in past
Which is gone
What is live is present
Its exit is future
Oh! Man, rise from past
Greet the morrow
Weep not for the gone
Many full moons blink ahead
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The more i learn more i become aware of my ignorance
Awareness of ignorance is wisdom