The Cosmic Self

The Self can't be known
Without thy own

Without thyself
Ye can't see it's edge

Thy serenity can't be seen
Through thy repeated rituals

The rituals of hollowness
The rituals of pride
The rituals of hate
The rituals of rights

Though ye purpose
But God dispose

Though ye perform
The hollow rites

But

With no delight
With no self ignite

Thy cosmic self is far,
Far from these rites

Thy cosmic self walks the death and light

Thy cosmic self generates the bodies again

Thy cosmic self kills the same body again and again

That's why the mystics smile
That's why the mystics smile

The mystics smile
Due to knowing the truth of divine
Due to feeling the call of conscience

- Vatsa, Sudhir Singh

The Mortal Myth

The man maligning
The Mars aligning
The death keeps smiling

The mortal myth still surviving
The soul is signing
The self declining

The inner core is crying
The elf flying
The deep decline

Of the man malign
The sorrow lying
In Thy Deep Drive

Of course, ye  malign
No hope igniting
Thou can be  unidentifying

But still surviving
The gods crying
If ye are dying
Then who can save the half of mine

No hope remains
No self complains
Just hollow humanity remains

With critical, cruel and callous call
No fear, no care just selfish talk

Only this remains
Without plight
The hollow man survives.

The Infinite journey with no beginning no end

Life is a journey
and
I am just a traveller of my own road,
no competition, no conflicts

only mistakes,

learning and self-development.

This is what I am!
This is who I am!

The doer.
The learner.
The Walker
The watcher

And

The maker of my own fate.
The maker of my own destiny.

The Mule
The slave
The king
The hermit

The victim
The Culprit

The Zenith
The bottom

The beginning
The end

The proud
The Guilt

The infinite

The master of mistakes
The man of mortality
The soul of serenity

The Devil with dauntlessness

The gardener with a grin

The Mourner with a grief

The last outlaw
The source of compassion,
Or mere expression

I am just a passion
I am just a passion

With a disinterested, deliberate dynamic dimension of the mansion.

I am a zero

The beginning of the beginning
The end of the end.

I am Vatsa

The learner of the infinite journey
With no beginning and no end.

Fire

Fire lives in thy body
Fire lives in thy mind

But the fire in thy mind is far far devastating than the fire in thy body

Because it breaks thy conscience
Because it maligns thy soul

It comes from hell
And dwell in thy heart

Then it reflects through your deeds
And transforms ye into a demon.

So beware of it.
So beware of it.