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An ode to Gautam Buddha

A prince in south Asia once,
Craved answers to questions many, didnt get a chance
Kept away for years from plight and sickness of many
He grew up, oblivious of troubles any

Until one day he saw sickness and death
Saw tears everywhere, old people he met
It troubled him a lot, what use were riches and pleasures of life
When death was an ultimate… old age and sickness for all was a common strife

How will then one find peace ?
How will one put a mind at ease ?
Bothered with these questions he left home,
In search of answers he began to roam.

Found renowned teachers, learned a lot
But still more answers he always sought
Atlast he meditated under a tree
Over there he was able to finally set his mind free

Won over his desires, was free from them all,
Jealousy, Anger, Greed, Fear, Lust and every troubled thought that could lead to one’s fall
A changed mind then.. led to a changed man,
Who changed the world around him, helped whoever he can

“You are.. what you believe you are !”, he said
Simple words, but profound effect they had
And so was born a messenger of peace
A saint who helped people put their minds at ease

Revered as a God, he was the best psychologist of his time,
Molded minds many, made even a killer shun crime
His teachings to this day are relevant infact,
Best practices always have the same impact!

And so ends a tale of the man who mastered the workings of a mind
Leading many ahead on the path to peace, losing all their pain behind !

An ode to Gautam Buddha – A prince, a warrior, a saint, a psychologist, a leader, a philosopher, a religious preacher and also a God !

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He tried to write a tale too long…
Lost track in between.. wrote it all wrong!

In a cafe at night, he attempted to complete this tale,
His words he misspelt, his chain of thoughts would fail !
He attempted to write.. a perfect beginning.. and a perfect end,
Neither was possible, broken segments of the story, he had to mend !
That’s the trouble he faced, as a writer always…
Good stories needed high drama, twisted ways…
A single track written, never went well..
Writer’s block creped in…It was every writer’s hell!
Adding new twists changed the plot,
He never reached the end, he had always sought…
He tried to add an impromptu track every time
Even though it meddled with his story, changed the flow of his rhyme !
Old characters he created were forgotten in lieu of characters new
Who were the protagonists now of his story? He himself never knew..
And thus the writer who sought a perfect end
Tried writing a reality, which he could never mend
For every fix he tried, another end seemed a mess
His tale was going nowhere, that was his best guess !

Cranky Old John

Old man John worried a lot

Cribbed about life… never peace he got..

Cranky as usual.. he went on a walk,

And there in a park he heard someone talk..

 

" Life’s like that.. neither good nor bad

A coin’s two faces – one flip happy, one flip sad

Then why take stress in the happy phase..

Rather live high in the worst of days !

Don’t search for a meaning to life

Rather add one every moment.. That’s an easier strife .."

 

Cranky old John had new thoughts in his head

He never met that stranger.. but on the path shown by him, he now tread..

Hope

He walked and kept walking all night,
In search for the fabled divine light..
No light shone.. darkness everywhere..
He couldn’t track his path, was lost amidst nowhere..
Yet it was his hope, that made him move on his way…
The darkest night of his life was the first step to his brightest day….

Bliss

Old Days…

Old Memories…

Old thoughts…

Old endings…

Obstruction…

Destruction…

Loss…

Pain…

Obsession…

Confusion…

Silence…

………Blank……….

 

…TRAVEL …

 

New Beginnings !

New Places !

New Roads !

New Memories !

New Days !

New Thoughts !

 

BLISS !