Always after a bottle.
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Time’s Haunted House is the house of mine
Temporarily, for the time beingIn Time’s Haunted House mansionWhich will but delapidate it somedayMy patriarchal houseAfter my departure.
I see the red rose and keep dreaming about my love,
The petals wet withAnd redolent smelling sweetly.So dazzling in hue, so fascinating in loveliness,Catching fancy and imagination, dream and vision,So charming and full of flair,So dreamy and lovley.
From which cave of sadhna
The light of sadhnaLighting?Where ShivaFrom whose matted hairThe Ganges flowing?Whose Third Eye PowerAwakening?It’s sadhna,All but sadhna,Shiva-sadhna,And the Nagamani,The Shiva gemstone,The lingam flashing,The cobra testing the sadhna,Kalbhairava supernatural passing throughTo take the ordeal,Nagamani is butA meditation about the lingam,Shiva and his snake,The lingam lighting,Shiva meditated throughThe darkness,The dark myth of the lingamAnd his snake, kaal-rupa,Dark and…
A little learning is a dangerous thing, as goes the clichéd saying,
Think themselves greatAnd there is nothing in that greatness,As they are the petty men and womenWho have nothingBut self-pride and ego with them.A little learning is the thing talk I, all those schooled halfAnd the half yet to be learnt,Never complete, never perfect,But half, half in wisdom and knowledgeAnd their attainment,But feeling great about themNone…
In this Age of Internet,
On Facebook, Twitter,People uploading poems,Posting on websites,Making blogs.
Where Adi Shakaracharya,
Where did he lie propounding,Debating and discussing among his disciples?The great Indian saint, the great Indian theologian,How did he leave out the home,How did he take the journeys toIn search of philosophy, in quest of theology?Where his texts, treatises,Where did he hold the discussions with,How had it been his mediumAnd what topics did he do…