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WEB OF ILLUSION
Vinod Anand | 10 Jul 2011

Customs and rituals Are webs of deceit? Mazes of self-indulgence Not pathways to divinity.

Customs and rituals

Are webs of deceit?

Mazes of self-indulgence

Not pathways to divinity.

 

Our priceless life wanes

In the embrace of gross pleasure

And God, Mover of the World-

Lord of our destiny

Becomes a distant stranger.

 

God is revealed to the Inner Eye

All other eyes are eyes of illusion

Nets to entangle

In feasting, this universe-

Efforts to entice us into

Mires of pleasures perverse.

 

 

(2) RELIGION OF HUMANITY

 

Except the self-

All other objects

animate or inanimate-

are means provided by God,

To reach out to others.

And the best way

To reach God.

 

Again, the truth is-

We must take leave of ourselves

Become a part of others

Embrace the religion of Humanity

Ignite the light of consciousness into

The living and non-living,

Stay connected with all.

 

(3) FACES OF MOON

 

The Moon is far away-

In another World,

Keeps His subjects in this world

Provides them with beauty and light.

 

Moon has only a few faces-

But present every where-

Imparts grandeur four fold,

In any gathering.

He spreads Himself out-

And exerts Full lordship

Over all.

 

(4) AGES AFTER

 

They did return

But ages after-

The Moon was seen

But ages after,

Time does not stop

Their departure after

Returning home

I grow tired,

Who meets whom?

This World after?

I had met them

Only ages after.

 

Pain of separation

Expressed

Can no longer be hidden

Did I ever think?

What would happen?

After their departure.

Darkness would spread

Brightness after-

Hours of loneliness,

Trysts after

A peace kept swelling within me

Their departure after.

 

(5) MAN OF TODAY

 

Man is bent

Not with humility

With hunger.

Man is tired

Not with work-

With life.

Man is defeated

Not by the world

By himself.

 

Bent, tired, defeated

Dumbled with many sorrows

Man today

In the hope of tomorrow

Carries the burden of existence

On roads unknown

Towards oblivion.