The more he appeals to the world,
the more he finds himself at decay.
Knowing not what to do, he turns to Bulla for advice.
"If you find yourself and lose the world, what remains to find?
If you lose yourself and find the world, what remains to lose?",
THUS BULLA REPLIES!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 21, 2010
BULLA'S REPLY
"How did u become Bulla?",a curious individual asked. "Long back wen i ws an individual like you, the irressistibly sensual whore MAYA approached me and said- "they are all head over heels in luv wid me, hw cum u show the audacity to remain indifferent?,and I replied thus, "coz I haven’t got wht u demand, and wht I’ve got to offer you take not". Then holding me at the point of her dagger she murmured-"then earn 4 me wht I want or die". I couldn't earn for the one i couldn't luv, 4 nothin less than luv cud receive my luv. So I chose to die, and turned into Bulla" You either learn to luv her or die. THUS REPLIED BULLA, AND THEY BOTH SMILED.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
ODE TO ECSTASY
Mine is an ode to ecstasy,
No place it has for nostalgic tears.
A silence so musical, never again I know I might hear
But I’ll have a shot at diplomacy,
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
A flickering flame life-an indefinite lease!
Used to feeling good, I take no unease,
for what persists today must tomorrow cease,
too short a time to grieve some unrealized fantasy
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
Life will be a trade with every usual shade,
through toxic, tedious waters, I shall have to wade.
That fragrance so sacred, never might I feel
But used to secret raptures-I’ll break not my policy!
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
An excuse this world and its intoxicants
Sinners all lost, lost all saints,
I too shall be lost, or pretend to be.
That symbol of an “ought”, I’ll no longer perceive,
but I too must now learn, the art of hypocrisy,
Mine is an odd to ecstasy!!
No place it has for nostalgic tears.
A silence so musical, never again I know I might hear
But I’ll have a shot at diplomacy,
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
A flickering flame life-an indefinite lease!
Used to feeling good, I take no unease,
for what persists today must tomorrow cease,
too short a time to grieve some unrealized fantasy
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
Life will be a trade with every usual shade,
through toxic, tedious waters, I shall have to wade.
That fragrance so sacred, never might I feel
But used to secret raptures-I’ll break not my policy!
Mine is an ode to ecstasy!
An excuse this world and its intoxicants
Sinners all lost, lost all saints,
I too shall be lost, or pretend to be.
That symbol of an “ought”, I’ll no longer perceive,
but I too must now learn, the art of hypocrisy,
Mine is an odd to ecstasy!!
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
TO AN INDIVIDUAL
Love, for the lack of a better word,
is no means to an end.
But, is not it an end itself
in this passing moment?
Seeing my joy, some friends asked me,
why do I not show?
Why would I when seeing you “free”
I get my joy in flow?
No excuse is this bliss unbound,
to capture a breeze so fresh!
That soft breeze, though, is a pretext sound,
to infuse life’s joy in flesh.
Yet I long, to share with you,
everything that’s mine.
But then, what’s mine, but myself,
and some useless lines?
And therefore, to you I give,
this surge from some deep source.
For myself I can give not,
since I already am yours!
is no means to an end.
But, is not it an end itself
in this passing moment?
Seeing my joy, some friends asked me,
why do I not show?
Why would I when seeing you “free”
I get my joy in flow?
No excuse is this bliss unbound,
to capture a breeze so fresh!
That soft breeze, though, is a pretext sound,
to infuse life’s joy in flesh.
Yet I long, to share with you,
everything that’s mine.
But then, what’s mine, but myself,
and some useless lines?
And therefore, to you I give,
this surge from some deep source.
For myself I can give not,
since I already am yours!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
A QUESTION
There is a question,
The question is with me,
and I am the question.
The answer that I seek,
does not exist,
For if there is an answer,
it raises ten more questions,
and "answers" to those questions,
raise a thousand questions more!
So what I actually seek,
is disappearance of my question,
and since I am the question,
it is my disappearance!
The question is with me,
and I am the question.
The answer that I seek,
does not exist,
For if there is an answer,
it raises ten more questions,
and "answers" to those questions,
raise a thousand questions more!
So what I actually seek,
is disappearance of my question,
and since I am the question,
it is my disappearance!
Friday, October 23, 2009
TO AN INDIVIDUAL
How shall I share with you in words,
The elegance of a graceful pace
The ethereal clues in a tangible face; and
the overflowing joy of morning birds?
How shall I capture in speech
The beauty of a blossom in bloom; its innocence,
convey in words its fragrance,
and transmit the music of soft breeze??
How will these porous words hold
The subtlety of a fresh dew's story,
sing paeans to its pristine glory,
and tell what can't be told?
How shall I infuse any word
with what speakers fail to speak,
what is lost in constant shriek
and the depth of silences unheard?
HOW will the lifeless manifest life's worth
and show it to the creator's immaculate creation,
whose no bit need be changed for any distant heaven,
or for this very earth?
But overcome by greed, I admit
without pretense, having a craving intense,
but to overcome that need, I can offer you to read,
nothing more than a deep contagious SILENCE!
The elegance of a graceful pace
The ethereal clues in a tangible face; and
the overflowing joy of morning birds?
How shall I capture in speech
The beauty of a blossom in bloom; its innocence,
convey in words its fragrance,
and transmit the music of soft breeze??
How will these porous words hold
The subtlety of a fresh dew's story,
sing paeans to its pristine glory,
and tell what can't be told?
How shall I infuse any word
with what speakers fail to speak,
what is lost in constant shriek
and the depth of silences unheard?
HOW will the lifeless manifest life's worth
and show it to the creator's immaculate creation,
whose no bit need be changed for any distant heaven,
or for this very earth?
But overcome by greed, I admit
without pretense, having a craving intense,
but to overcome that need, I can offer you to read,
nothing more than a deep contagious SILENCE!
Thursday, October 1, 2009
FREEDOM
Freedom,
to choose to win or to lose,
to have your choice, and to exercise;
to be dumb or wise,
Oh, how nice!!
Freedom,
to have your own space,
to gaze at some chosen face,
to eat or to starve,
to have your hue, blue or mauve;
Wow!!
Freedom,
to speak your mind, or be quiet,
to stay in dark, or turn on the light
to kill all Gods, or worship a stone
to shout with the crowd, or stand alone,
Freedom,
to sit, stand or walk,
to read, play or just talk.
To do or not to do,
a thousand things, and more,
Freedom, sure??
Alas!! That inexpressible grief!
A mistaken belief,
Freedom,
Ostrich, its no use hiding your face,
Invisible predators on the chase,
No, its no time for fun,
Be killed or Run!!
In your choice, u seek your glee
But u ain’t yet got the freedom,
Just to be.
SEE!!!
to choose to win or to lose,
to have your choice, and to exercise;
to be dumb or wise,
Oh, how nice!!
Freedom,
to have your own space,
to gaze at some chosen face,
to eat or to starve,
to have your hue, blue or mauve;
Wow!!
Freedom,
to speak your mind, or be quiet,
to stay in dark, or turn on the light
to kill all Gods, or worship a stone
to shout with the crowd, or stand alone,
Freedom,
to sit, stand or walk,
to read, play or just talk.
To do or not to do,
a thousand things, and more,
Freedom, sure??
Alas!! That inexpressible grief!
A mistaken belief,
Freedom,
Ostrich, its no use hiding your face,
Invisible predators on the chase,
No, its no time for fun,
Be killed or Run!!
In your choice, u seek your glee
But u ain’t yet got the freedom,
Just to be.
SEE!!!
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