Love Love Love..

Love Love Love
Is it really Love
Or is it some cupid above
Ever since I have seen you
I have seen you as mine
From the moment i saw your face
You've been all over my mind
ever since you ve called me a frnd
All i want is to be with you all the time
The day you've touched me
I no longer wish the worldly pleasures around me
And though i do not drink
Your eyes make me drown
You laugh once..
and the world's mine
For i have never seen anything so pure
So full of love and so full of cure
you've made me feel and you've made me love
you dont know what i have in my heart
So i say to you with all my heart; today
I surrender to you
every breath of mine
Accept my accept innocent love
I beg you, be mine
If you cant decide, just be silent
And not hurry..think it again
But do not say a No!
Or else all that i have back
Is a tear in my eye
and a glass of wine!

In her love.. Blossom

Slowly, silently ....
the bug has caught us
love has poured its nectar...
blossom..

There is beauty...
a life of mystery
in my beloved's eyes...
blossom...

i am no more.. only hers
there is no more tears-only joy
no more standing alone-only dance
blossom..

Colourful is now my life
music now plays in the air..
her hands holding mine, everywhere
blossom...

my lips seal with hers...
as our fingers twine
a moment of bliss
blossom.. you are my love

Broken into a million pieces, I am...
Love happens!...suddenly...
you feel you are in control...
suddenly you just slip in...
and you don't know.. how, where, what...
you just experience....
suddenly all the broken pieces try to come together...
join in for one reason...
wholeness.....
wholeness with the other...
You are just a witness
the experience-r...
Love happens!..suddenly..
you are Pain...
You are Love
Not a thinker...nothing else!!
Drunk....
lost...totally lost
nowhere...somewhere
Dont know...
the stars, the sky, the sun, the moon..
you see..in everything!
Mad you are ..more n more
Its all beautiful...
you just see..
and a tear drops
joy, sadness..none
just Love.

Bare foot I walk

Bare foot I walk
near the ocean
the mudy life wet
soft..uncertain...
yet marking an impression
that'll cease by the dawn
a coffee cup in my hand
that helped me wake this mornin
the breeze flowing by ...
and chilling of my coffee
i m losing myself to winds, beauty,
and nature that surrounds by..
now only the gushing sounds of the ocean
like a giant it calls me inside
but only by the shore
bare foot i walk...

Fragrance of the flower...

Its raining..
Its raining today..
a few drops on my face
as I look above in the sky
a few drops on he clothes i wear
a few on my palm
a few drops on the grass
a few on the flower beside
i notice a fragrance
the Fragrance of the flower
few drops from somewhere in the air
a few drops lying everywhere
its just starting to rain; I remember
the earth just awaits for a thunder
flower blossoms like never before
A death. the rain brings today for the flower
but afraid its not..just blossoming at its best
and fragrance such..............
neither is the grass...nor the dust.....
then why do i fear......
why do i fear....

the heart cries
and eyes shine
and though lips say i don't care
the heart still does
it cares and it cares a lot
but still it feels, I m not the one
who could help
how would i help
when i need help the most
I m so done with you
I cant take it, anymore
the pain, the agony, and all that
that comes along.. being with you
the heart cries ; it screams
and it screams out loud
the doubt and the doubter
in waters it is going, deep down
slow and swift
to the midst of the ocean
wherefrom silence rises
and a real quest roarrs out
not words will help
just the silence is enough
finding on its own, the way
nothing else around
just the poet
and its silence

Being Alive...

I laugh, I laugh, i laugh
I laugh when I see
Man who is already lost
Trying to find a way
For a place he doesn’t know

That exists or not
But ready he is to sacrifice his life
To learn what is unlearnt
From books, masters, and what not
Trusting he is, to this and that

And everything else
But not himself
The complex mind he has
And learning all it got

To find a way simple
Closer to him
But closing himself
To dead feelings and expressions
Of others, dead and alive

But …
Al is vain
All is wasted
Till he is full
With all that is known
And all that are answers..

Learning is for one
who doesn’t know yet
still empty
just thirst..
in search..
something to quench

Not to teach
Not to tell..
All that is knowledge
All that is experienced

But to know
Not gather
But just be
When you cannot
It happens
Just happens

In silence and symphony
When the grass is more than just
Green and sky more than just blue
More than beautiful and ugly
And other words I can think of

When
books cannot..
teachings cannot..
memories cannot..
just, something can

that something
cannot be spelt
cannot be touched
just known

the thirsty you become
the more it comes
like honey droppings..
claim it, and it cannot

sweet it is..
sour sometimes..
you don’t care..
you are thirsty

once tasted
and you are gone
cannot be helped nor damned
the journey has begun..
slowly and steady
deeper and deeper
then life is
Being alive

We are never alone

We are never alone; we are surrounded by people and by our own thoughts. Even when the people are distant, we see things through the screen of our thoughts. There is no moment, or it is very rare, when thought is not. We do not know what it is to be alone, to be free of all association, of all continuity, of all word and image. We are lonely, but we do not know what it is to be alone. The ache of loneliness fills our hearts, and the mind covers it with fear. Loneliness, that deep isolation, is the dark shadow of our life. We do everything we can to run away from it, we plunge down every avenue of escape we know, but it pursues us and we are never without it. Isolation is the way of our life; we rarely fuse with another, for in ourselves we are broken, torn and unhealed. In ourselves we are not whole complete, and the fusion with another is possible only when there is integration within. We are afraid of solitude, for it opens the door to our insufficiency, the poverty of our own being; but it is solitude that heals the deepening wound of loneliness. To walk alone, unimpeded by thought, by the trail of our desires, is to go beyond the reaches of the mind. It is the mind that isolates, separates and cuts off communion. The mind cannot be made whole; it cannot make itself complete, for that very effort is a process of isolation, it is part of the loneliness that nothing can cover. The mind is the product of the many, and what is put together can never be alone. Aloneness is not the result of thought. Only when thought is utterly still is there the flight of the alone to the alone.

JK On Love..

Question: What do you mean by love ?
Jiddu Krishnamurti : We are going to discover by understanding what love is not, because, as love is the unknown, we must come to it by discarding the known. The unknown cannot be discovered by a mind that is full of the known. What we are going to do is to find out the values of the known, look at the known, and when that is looked at purely, without condemnation, the mind becomes free from the known; then we shall know what love is. So, we must approach love negatively, not positively.

What is love with most of us? When we say we love somebody, what do we mean? We mean we possess that person. From that possession arises jealousy, because if I lose him or her what happens? I feel empty, lost; therefore I legalize possession; I hold him or her. From holding, possessing that person, there is jealousy, there is fear and all the innumerable conflicts that arise from possession. Surely such possession is not love, is it?

Obviously love is not sentiment. To be sentimental, to be emotional, is not love, because sentimentality and emotion are mere sensations. A religious person who weeps about Jesus or Krishna, about his guru or somebody else, is merely sentimental, emotional. He is indulging in sensation, which is a process of thought, and thought is not love. Thought is the result of sensation, so the person who is sentimental, who is emotional, cannot possibly know love.

Again, aren't we emotional and sentimental? Sentimentality, emotionalism, is merely a form of self-expansion. To be full of emotion is obviously not love, because a sentimental person can be cruel when his sentiments are not responded to, when his feelings have no outlet. An emotional person can be stirred to hatred, to war, to butchery. A man who is sentimental, full of tears for his religion, surely has no love.

Is forgiveness love? What is implied in forgiveness? You insult me and I resent it, remember it; then, either through compulsion or through repentance, I say, "I forgive you". First I retain and then I reject. Which means what? I am still the central figure. I am still important, it is I who am forgiving somebody. As long as there is the attitude of forgiving it is I who am important, not the man who is supposed to have insulted me.

So when I accumulate resentment and then deny that resentment, which you call forgiveness, it is not love. A man who loves obviously has no enmity and to all these things he is indifferent. Sympathy, forgiveness, the relationship of possessiveness, jealousy and fear - all these things are not love. They are all of the mind, are they not? As long as the mind is the arbiter, there is no love, for the mind arbitrates only through possessiveness and its arbitration is merely possessiveness in different forms. The mind can only corrupt love, it cannot give birth to love, it cannot give beauty. You can write a poem about love, but that is not love.

Obviously there is no love when there is no real respect, when you don't respect another, whether he is your servant or your friend. Have you not noticed that you are not respectful, kindly, generous, to your servants, to people who are so-called `below' you? You have respect for those above, for your boss, for the millionaire, for the man with a large house and a title, for the man who can give you a better position, a better job, from whom you can get something. But you kick those below you, you have a special language for them.

Therefore where there is no respect, there is no love; where there is no mercy, no pity, no forgiveness, there is no love. And as most of us are in this state we have no love. We are neither respectful nor merciful nor generous. We are possessive, full of sentiment and emotion which can be turned either way: to kill, to butcher or to unify over some foolish, ignorant intention.

So how can there be love? You can know love only when all these things have stopped, come to an end, only when you don't possess, when you are not merely emotional with devotion to an object. Such devotion is a supplication, seeking something in a different form. A man who prays does not know love. Since you are possessive, since you seek an end, a result, through devotion, through prayer, which make you sentimental, emotional, naturally there is no love; obviously there is no love when there is no respect.

You may say that you have respect but your respect is for the superior, it is merely the respect that comes from wanting something, the respect of fear. If you really felt respect, you would be respectful to the lowest as well as to the so-called highest; since you haven't that, there is no love. How few of us are generous, forgiving, merciful! You are generous when it pays you, you are merciful when you can see something in return.

When these things disappear, when these things don't occupy your mind and when the things of the mind don't fill your heart, then there is love; and love alone can transform the present madness and insanity in the world - not systems, not theories, either of the left or of the right. You really love only when you do not possess, when you are not envious, not greedy, when you are respectful, when you have mercy and compassion, when you have consideration for your wife, your children, your neighbour, your unfortunate servants.

Love cannot be thought about, love cannot be cultivated, love cannot be practised. The practice of love, the practice of brotherhood, is still within the field of the mind, therefore it is not love. When all this has stopped, then love comes into being, then you will know what it is to love. Then love is not quantitative but qualitative. You do not say, "I love the whole world" but when you know how to love one, you know how to love the whole. Because we do not know how to love one, our love of humanity is fictitious. When you love, there is neither one nor many: there is only love. It is only when there is love that all our problems can be solved and then we shall know its bliss and its happiness.

J. Krishnamurti "The First and last Freedom"

Are the Experiences really reliable?

See..
See around yourself
And see within
Is it really your soul?
Or is it the mind, thats playing a part!
Creating illusions to disturb your path
It always does..
This is what it is for..
Wandering around
But you need to closely observe
Deep Deeper Deepest
Close,Closer,Closest
Only then you find what's real
Only a thin line lies in between
A mirage and what's eternal
Think twice before you believe
Think again before you leave!
-Aditya

Crowds N Me...

Walking down the street,
I see myself...
i see the crowd around
I see myself...
i want to see...
what is, that is not here
not in the crowd!
but in me!
I dont see anything else
but me
Me me and all around just me!
then ..who am i ?
and who is to see?
I wait...
And I see..
I realise..i am nobody.
the whole crowd is seeing
and its all just me!
- aditya

My playing ground

The world is a playing ground
and we are the children
we are the world
and we still think that not

There is really noone to guide us along
but still we look at each other
trying to figure out
who has a bigger role to play

We have parted ouselves
and are fighting to each other
for the toys and swings,
but we've forgotten; that
we do not belong here

So i say with all my heart
to play in this park
enjoy it full! coz
we are here to play our part,
n then we have to part away
-aditya

who am i ?

Who am I ?
Am I a body or am I the soul
Am I the One or am I just anyone
Am I on my way or am I being carried away
I don’t know why but …Who am I ?

Am I here to do things or am I here to observe
Am I here to walk or am I here to fly
Am I in peace or am I in constant struggle
I don’t know why but …Who am I ?

Am I to go right or am I to go left
Am I here to right the wrong or am I here to wrong the right
Am I in a state of consciousness or am I just as messed up..
I don’t know why but …Who am I ?

Am I the ego or am I just pretending to be selfless?
Am I here to be solace or am I here to be nothingness,
Am I having a past or Do I have a tomorrow
I don’t know why but …Who am I ?

Am I here to do everything or am I absolute nothing
Am I just my name or am I just acting myself;
Am I here to lead or am I here to follow
I don’t know why but …Who am I ?

Am I a grown up or am I a child
Am I here to learn or am I here to teach
Am I to create or am I just to repeat
I don’t know why but …Who am I ?

I am so confused and that is all that I am
I think only God can help derive
But then I don’t know if he exists or I
I really don’t know why but who am I?

Life is....

life is big
when you are small
the world is a play
with toys n all
with innocence you say
i love you all
you dont know
what they expect of you
for they have aims
only to put on you
slowly and swiftly
they change you tight
so that you continue their fight


life becomes struggle
when you are young
now that you also have a tongue
and the fire within
to change them all
all you want is "my way"
so you fight;
at every sight;then
you struggle to survive
like a soldier in a war
has no aim, for its just too far


life gets slow
when you get the blow
at forties flow
you have seen the world ; and
the never ending struggle
but you still treasure
"your experience" you say
and try to set an example
to those young to you
Of nothing, that you lived so


life is small
everybody done his all
at the old age
yet they repent
for no reason at all
for they have lived
Alas! not fully they say
lived joyously they believe
and ask in prayer
to give some time
to change, you swear


At heaven or hell
you understand the bell
that you never knew
why you were born
and what you did
but now you could only repent
and hope that earth will kill
what it calls "the society"
or whatever they will


so awake, awake now
before its late
to search the truth
or to know the meaning
Of life they say
Or wait again
to be born again
and try em all
this is your life
live it as ye will

IS THERE ANY PROOF FOR GOD?

IS THERE ANY PROOF FOR GOD?

OSHO : I AM. You are. Everybody is. God is nothing but the totality. The trees are, the rivers are, the mountains are. These are the proofs. The sun rises in the morning and the moon is in the night, and the stars. These are the proofs. The flowers and the butterflies and the grass, these are the proofs.

God is not a syllogism. God is not a conclusion. God is an experience of beauty, of truth, of good, of consciousness. Where are you looking for the proofs? Your very being is the only proof. The seeker is the sought. God resides in you as you. God is a tree in a tree and a dog in a dog and a man in a man. God is all these things. God is this whole.

But you want an intellectual conclusion; you will go on missing God. There is no proof – in that sense there is no proof. There has never been a proof in that sense. And the people who have been supplying proofs for God simply don't know what they are doing. The people who have tried to argue for God are the people who don't know God. Otherwise they wouldn't argue. It is better to sing if you know God, it is better to dance if you know God, it is better to laugh if you know God. It is better to weep, cry, if you know God, rather than to argue.

Philosophers have been arguing about God, for and against, both. And philosophers are the farthest from God. Because the more you become entangled inwards, the more you become obsessed with theories, systems of thought, the farther away you are from life itself. And God is life.

OSHO
THIS VERY BODY THE BUDDHA
CHAPTER # 10 : A SINGLE SHOUT

Blossom

Blossom, into a lotus

Blossom completely, anew

Blossom, for you are beautiful

For you were always meant to be

Blossom before the day light

Or under the moon’s night

Blossom like the flowers after the morning dew

Or like a wink of a child’s eyebrow

Blossom, as you like

Whenever you think it's right

But blossom before you die

To be born, so you never have to die

Blossom Like a new morning

To awake with you all who are to be.

-Aditya

Who's the Guru!!!

In an age like ours success alone counts and the material satisfactionsit brings.

However, an ever-increasing number of dissatisfiedpeople are seeking to know the reason of life. And, onthe other hand, there are sages who know and strive to help suffering humanity and to spread the light of knowledge. When the two meet, he who knows and he who wants to know, theresprings up a new hope in the world, and a little light penetrates the prevailing darkness.

The Western mind always finds it difficult to submit totally to a Guru and without total and unquestioning surrender to the Guru his help to you is paralysed.

The Indians believe (or have the experience) that the Divine lives in the human being. The Europeans don’t believe it. For them, he is somewhere above. He has incarnated only in Jesus Christ. So they don’t bow down to any human person. But if one bows down to a person who has embodied the DivineConsciousness—of course with faith—then that person canmore easily transmit his consciousness (or experience) to theother.In both cases, it is only an absolute sincerity and an unmixedhumility that can be your safeguard.
To each one things are said according to his or her capacity ofunderstanding.It follows that the knowledge given to one may not be usefulor good for another. That is why the personal teaching of theGuru must not be disclosed to others.If you have faith and confidence, it is not the human form ofthe guru that you worship, but the Supreme Lord who manifeststhrough him.Be not troubled and give yourself unreservedly to theSupreme Lord through whatever channel helps you.