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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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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..

The Clown

Once upon a time in an Indian town

A storyteller wrote the story of a clown

"Vidushak" he named him, spun a tale new

Snippets of the guy’s life… From memories of a life he knew…

 

"Vidh" (let’s just call him that) was once a boy

Who loved puppets.. always had one as a toy

Played with them.. Enacted tales too

Some imaginary.. Some partially true

 

In tales he lived and dreamed as well

His tales were his world.. His heaven and his hell

Through tales he captured people’s attention

Made them feel every intense emotion

 

Soon though the crowd started ignoring him

For though a good puppeteer nobody liked tales grim

He changed his act, became a clown

Decided that his audience will never frown

 

And so his tales evoked a single emotion now

Laughter he gave to the world, hiding his other emotions somehow

For every tear, every fear, every negative emotion he ever faced

Was his forever.. never shared.. never surfaced

 

And thus went on a circus life…

Imbibed in which was a random clown’s strife..

Restlessness

Mind

Buzzing with words.. Buzzing with thoughts…

Somewhere within…seeking peace..an ignored heart rots…

Pace

Increase of footsteps.. of heartbeats..of talks..

Shuttering words.. hyper breath… random aimless walks…

Head

Aching.. Paining… Spinning round…

Dizzy feeling… a constant buzzing sound…

Emotions

Anger.. Sadness.. Frustration and Fear..

Solemn face.. pleading eyes… fake laughter…effortless tear

 

Restlessness abound.. a writer struggled to have some coherence in his mind

Shivering fingers.. trembling self.. he walked on.. leaving another panic attack behind……