Lady Alina

Of all that gracefully swims,
In the world I often imagine,
A, certain grandeur holds me still
Breathless as the marvel edifice

Beyond winged perception,
Her dwelling-place a fantasy
My heart can skip more than rhythm,
Fair lady she conjures ecstasy

Her hair can dance with no wind,
A chaste glow circles her soul
I see her dream to no purpose,
With no know of all the hearts she stole

A conjurer of words she can drive
Beyond insanities of common dreams
The sweet day of encounter in my sleep,
When I saw her dancing by a stream

Men of old as well she cradled,
Gave bliss with a heartening phrase
Immortal her soul of egoless chastity,
Unnumbered as a guardian angel’s days

The lucidity of conscience is a gift,
But none that she cannot tune
She steals the day of another,
To sweeten thoughts noon to noon

I am a mere bearer of words,
An instrument that bears witness
To a heaven of truth and eternity,
And the fair lady that blesses my dearest dreams

Hope with me for a brighter morning,
Where men will do more than good
For I draw motive from fantasy,
A dreamer with a mind beneath a hood

She swims in my thoughts swirls in my dreams,
The lover of a better humanity
Though fantasy she, seems so real,
Lady Alina my friend, for eternity

Screamjack

Banished Children Of Eve

Eras of humanity that, have passed
The tales of blood tell us little.
The ways of the wind still unknown,
Drunken promises floating around
Lizards will rule the Earth again,
When greed and man have finally passed
But the rope of hope still mindfully hangs,
For the faithful banished children of Eve.

Souls for sale in Satan’s graveyard,
As hell feeds on the fear of man
Faith opposes not doubt but fear,
No market determines its priceless value
We stand fearful at the doorstep of eternity,
Blaming angels for the inherited curse
The fabric of hatred will soon be torn,
Salvation awaits the banished children of Eve

The cross that bore the blood of truth,
Witnessed a love beyond human measure
The eyes of Science that can see through walls,
But still not decipher the heart of man!
Can numbers create roses and words?
Or form the foundation of a great new hope?
We will dance with the happy winds of life,
The saved banished children of Eve!

Screamjack

The Wanderer

The wind takes a deceitful turn,
Somewhere by the side of the road,
Leading me to the queen of fate,
Seated in comfort in her eternal abode!
I pay her with more than my dying soul,
To choose the cross I always desired.
A cross of gold, a cross of roses,
Not this old wooden cross of which I am tired.

But gold was too heavy on my deformed shoulders,
And the thorns on roses tore at my flesh.
My mind could find no soul for refuge!
The spirit of sorrow in me refreshed!
In the one-eyed world, my damned fate,
Served as fodder for scavenging beasts,
My thoughts leaked down my drying skin,
Solace and comfort I could hope for the least!

These tears of fire, I treasure to cherish,
For they are dear to my two-piece heart!
Regret I befriend, repentance I cuddle,
They regain my soul, or at least a part.
I call on hope to be my companion,
And enter the faith of death and more.
The streams of love I find in the wind,
For I am a wanderer in this world’s corridors!

Screamjack

Screamjack's Top Ten Psychedelic Trance Albums

Well I wouldn't say these are the ten all time best but most definitely ten which I consider the best, you can say my favorite ten.
Please feel free to disagree....

10.) Astral Projection - Trust In Trance(1996)

This was without doubt a revolutionary piece of music in the Goa sub-genre. Avi Nissim and Lior Perlmutter showed the world what they could do with a few processors, a mixer and an unimaginable collection of ideas! The most uplifting atmospheres, perfectly layered basslines and sweetly seductive synths in trust in trance set of a nuclear bomb whose explosion has not stopped till today. People can fly was one of AP's classics that featured on this album and of course one of my favorite tracks of all time Kabalah. This album also features many of AP's other cherished tracks like 'The Feelings', 'Aurora Borealis' and 'Utopia'. Goatrance fans had great expectations after this masterpiece, however in my opinion neither 'Another World' nor 'Dancing Galaxy' could even come close to the unique wonder that this album was and still is! It holds a very special place in the hearts of all goa trancers.

9.) Hallucinogen - The Lone Deranger(1997)

I haven't included 'Twisted' on this list because of which many would disagree with me, however this was one of Simon Posford's works which I feel was more twisted and psychedelic than anything else. And to mention the tracks, 'Deranger', 'Demention', 'Trancespotter', 'Jiggle Of The Sphinx' and the unforgettable 'Gamma Goblins’ are definitely rated classics in my heart. Si's amazing tendency to include the most psychedelic basslines and synths had fueled this album with so much psyphoria its hard to get over even after a lifetime! The equipment available in the sound industry these days has advanced exponentially from what was available during the time of this album and to wonder how Simon could pull of something as amazing as this with the electronic equipment in the nineties is just mind-boggling, hats of Hallucinogen! This of course was the early days in Si's career and 'Twisted' and 'Lone Deranger' where only two of the treats released which would be followed up by some of Si's most magical works in his collaborations with Rajaram and Benji Vaughan.


8.) Infected Mushroom – Classical Mushroom

Well these guys need no introduction do they, Erez Eisen and Amit Duvdevani from Israel who’ve rocked the commercial electronic world in recent years had a time when they struck awe in the underground scene! Of course we all loathe the two-timing commercial bastards for the shit they’ve been releasing lately but there was a time when they came up with the spookiest, funniest craziest and fantastically wondrous music imaginable! Classical Mushroom was exactly what these guys could’ve built on, but they chose to switch to the cheesy commercial shit which followed after IM the supervisor. This album featured one of my favorite tracks ever, the classic ‘Mushi Mushi’. ‘The Missed Symphony’, ‘Dracul’, ‘The Shen’, ‘Nothing Comes Easy’ are the other wonders in this album. To be honest every track in this album is a classic. The spooky IM synths are very evident and their signature mushed up basslines are very present as well. This is truly classical IM! If only they chose this path over the crappy commercial shit they would’ve gone into the ‘Real Psytrance’ hall of fame forever!

7.) Shpongle – Are You Shpongled?(1998)

Shpongle! Oh wonderful shpongle, how sweetly you caress the untended corners of my wandering heart! Rajaram and Simon Posford shook the underground scene with this album, this classic, this wonder, this truly unique piece of art! The sweetest flute notes off the mind of rajaram and the twisted spook added by the legendary Hallucinogen! Monster Hit! Shpongle Spores! Divine Moments Of Truth! Shpongle Falls! Behind Closed Eyelids! All of them drove me crazy and they still do, this is perhaps the most unique music album you will ever find released in the nineties. The flute is layered with utmost perfection with those freaky basslines forged by Si’s mind and the vocals! The vocals! Amazing! Most of these vocals are pulled of Zero-G’s compilation titled ‘Deepest India’ and Shpongle have used these samples to the best possible extent. Listen to this album once, listen to it once more, give it another listen, and then ask yourself, Will I ever be free from Shpongleland?
6.) Psykovsky – Debut(2006)
This was the first of its kind in the dark/forest genre. A very unique album with an exceptionally unique flavor! Psykovsky is Vasily Markelov from Russia. I think music is best judged on two bases, first of course creativity and uniqueness followed by it’s compatibility with the common mind. Now the dark/forest genre is known to be very difficult to take in by listeners who are new to the genre, it generally takes five or six listens and in many cases more and of course an influenced mind to understand music in the genre but I found this album very different from other music in the genre. This music can be enjoyed by anybody. ‘Wishful Sinful’ is definitely one of my favorite dark tracks of all time and this album also contains other belters like ‘Pump the Spam’, ‘Indigo Child’ in a collaboration with fellow Russian Kindzadza and also unique remixes of Propaganda(Fungus Funk) and Kusluskan(Matutero) and more. I appreciate this album for its high compatibility with the general music mind, few tracks actually manage to find twisted melody which is very difficult to do in such a psychedelic genre. All praise to Vasily, this album will be remembered for a very long time!
5.) Khetzal – Corolle(2005)
This is new school Goa trance at its ultimate glory! After the tragic downfall of the genre in the 21st century all hope was lost when a certain ‘Suntrip Records’ from Belgium managed to find some very unique talent and give a new hope to Goa trance fans. This album was a classic, very unique again in its genre. From the fast paced ‘Ganesha Pramana’ to the soothing ‘Indian Attic’ to the lovely ‘Anamatha’, this album has all that a Goa trance fan desires. The Suntrip Records lineup of course includes the best Goa artists of the day who are Filteria, Radical Distortion, E-Mantra, Afgin, Ajna and more! But Khetzal has proved to be one of the toppers in that lineup alongside Filteria, ‘Ganesha Pramana’ plays over and over in my dreams, this song can build some seriously blissful euphoria inside you. Khetzal’s tracks are very perfectly layered, the production is top-notch and the music is straight out of the vaults of creativity! I will recommend this album to every psychedelic trance fan, its pure class! Khetzal is Matthieu Chamoux from France and of course this was his debut album which was completed with the amazing Suntrippers from Belgium!
4.) Shulman – Soundscapes And Modern Tales(2002)
Yaniv Shulman and Omri Harpaz from Israel had the courage enough to challenge Shpongle by actually coming up with an album which would give psybient fans a small redemption from the enthralling soul-capturing shpongleland! Yaniv’s flutes and some wonderful ethnic percussions with perfect mixing of very well thought of bass and psychedelic synths form the ingredients of this extremely delicious dish. From the spooky vocals in ‘Small Grey Creatures’ to the blissful temple chanting in ‘Elements’, this album makes an effort to explore the deepest wounds in your mind and heal them. This is psybient as good as it can get. The albums of Shulman that followed were very impressive but this remains their best till the day. My other favorites in this album are ‘First Came The Stars’ and ‘Avant Garden’. However I always least believed the closest challenge to Shpongle would come from Israel considering the fact that the Israel scene is always full-on obsessed. Either ways, this came as a shock and Shulman really surprised, great work!
3.) The Misted Muppet – From The Legend(2004)
This album was a break through in the full-on genre with numerous new elements and very spooky basslines. A lot of hard work must have been put into it. It was very disappointing that Dagan Israeli and Tal Hassidi didn’t do much after this album, they were truly legends in the making. This album is epic, from it’s sounds right down to the mood it injects into you this is truly epic! Every song in this album is a classic! ‘The Mist’, ‘Cat Visions’, the tricky ‘From The Legend’, ‘Machine Forest’ , ‘Toward the Castle’ and all the others are just brilliant! This album will leave you speechless and demented in a very nice way at the end of it! It can drive you to the cosmos while staying on the dancefloor and take your mind to the strangest of frequencies! The breaks and climaxes are very different from other full on albums. The morning style of full on has taken a really bashing in the last half decade most of the tracks sounding like they were teenage-pop driven, however this night style full on album really impressed! I pray every night these guys get back together and produce another album, my faith in them tells me they can never disappoint! Well done Misted Muppet, this album will remain a classic for eternity!
2.) Talpa – The Art Of Being Non
Talpa is Goran Juric from Serbia and this classic was released on Sundance Records. Definitely one of the best night-style full on psytrance albums in the history of electronic music! What I love most about the misted muppet album and this one is how perfectly they were conceptualized! The concept in this album is very much present and I leave it to your wandering mind to decipher! What I love about psychedelic trance music is how it can be conceptualized and the freedom to explore and experiment and Talpa took that freedom and explored to another level. Imagine flutes used in a night time album, strange eh? But let me assure you, Talpa is strange in the most beautiful way you can imagine! The flute in ‘First Ray Of Light’ and ‘Back to Dreaming’ is beyond this world, it will make sure your heart soars right up to heaven and come back down and have faith in me, I’m not the greatest fan of exaggeration. The tale told in ‘People are Animals’ is disturbing and the epic feel in ‘Dragon Tale’, ‘My Kingdom’ and ‘The Moon’ is unique and the spook in ‘Trust No Goblin’ is hilarious! This is an eternal classic, believe me, you will never regret falling in love with this album. I highly recommend this one and the misted muppet album to find a place in your collection, they are what can I say, cruel-sweetly psychedelic?
1.) Shpongle – Tales Of The Inexpressible(2001)
To ensure the fact that you are still lost after the brilliant preceding masterpiece, Si and Raj came up with this amazing piece of art, new, refreshing, and yes, very psychedelic! Si and Raj returned with a new spell, and this time there was definitely going to be no salvation from shpongleland! This album features some more of Shpongle’s best, ‘Around the world in a tea daze’, ‘Once Upon a sea of blissful awareness’, ‘Room 23’, ‘Dorset Perception’ and in my opinion Shpongle’s best till today, ‘Star Shpongled Banner’. The vocals get better, the instruments get more psychedelic, and Si and Raj just get crazier than ever expected, imagined or wondered! This is Shpongle land at its ultimate psychedelic splendor, beautiful, insane and twisted! The basslines are class, the synths are weird, the vocals are strange, the atmospheres are blissful and the climaxes are heaven, can you imagine better?
This is without doubt my favorite album of all time, what can I say, it was a life-changing experience! After this album, for the rest of my life I will always wait for a Shpongle album to be released, every minute, every second! ‘Ineffable Mysteries from Shpongle land’ was very different and actually very good, but definitely no match for this awe-inspiring piece of art! These guys have gained themselves the holy title, ‘Fathers Of Psybient’ in my heart and we can expect much more from them. The conceptual album ‘Nothing Lasts….. But Nothing is Lost’ based on Terrence Mackenna’s quote was very good stuff but again incomparable to ‘Tales Of The Inexpressible’. We can expect more from Shpongle and this belief revolves around what Rajaram keeps stating, ‘This is only the beginning of Shpongle’ every time they release a new album. This guy is closing in on sixty and not a single work of his shows any signs of decline!
Millions across the world have been shpongled and I do believe millions more will be in the years to come! Amazing work from the British producers! This is the best psybient album of all time without doubt and definitely my favorite psychedelic album considering all sub-genres! Well done Shpongle, my heart goes out to you guys!

Like I mentioned these are my ten favorite albums of all time and in no way am I going to put my foot down and say they are the ten best albums of all time. We all know what a vast genre Psychedelic Trance is and there is always new music out there waiting to be explored, that’s what I love about this genre. Anyways, I hope you found this review useful.

Peace and Love
Screamjack

Micrograms To Angels

The clouds move outward,
The stars move inward,
The changing world is what I order it to be.
A damsel divine,
I create to be mine,
Micrograms to angels, my mind is set free!

The truth I define,
Change water to wine,
Transcending the limits of simple perception!
Faith is vital,
Doubt is fatal,
Micrograms to angels, strange thoughts in an eruption!

Redefine reality,
Fell the true vitality,
Of your presence in this beautiful world!
The colors are floating,
With a sparkling coating,
Comforting my heart till the truth is unfurled.

Travel the universe,
Till you feel the sting of insanity.

Screamjack

Harps And Lyres

Purpose can lose his way twice,

Sorrow can burn a great desire

Ego can fly above the sky,

And watch you burn on your funeral pyre

The numbered days of man are few,

His mundane desires reach higher and higher

But even in dread, fine music we make,

For we are God's own harps and lyres.



Undermined, we let our trying selves down,

Settling for rocks when we can reach the clouds.

For the wonders we are, we quickly forget,

In the deserts of regret, we cry aloud.

The sparkling soul, we enslave to perversion,

Exposing our minds for public hire.

But even in the wilderness, fine music we shall make,

For we are the Almighty's own harps and lyres.



Touch the leper, his unseen wounds,

Offer him the love, he has never had.

Accept the prostitute, heal her insanity,

For who are you to judge the good and the bad?

If love is conditioned, it's power is lost,

The ego will quench it's healing fire

Fear no more, fine music we will make,

For we are the creator's own harps and lyres.



Screamjack

Life's

The sweet-eyed woman has sung her song,

The dying man shows his waking eyes,

I bleed in the middle of a memory,

Swallowing life’s great old truths and lies!



The pangs of reality tormenting me,

I tear down the walls of insanity,

The pearl woman picks up my dying soul,

I embrace the shoulders of her chastity.

Oh life’s wonders that lure my eyes,

Great yet unable to stitch my soul!

I wander the wilderness of dread and death,

Remembering the hearts I sinfully stole.



This darkened night, fills my mind,

With sorrow beyond the hope of ages!

Enough is mine, enough is much!

No more I wish for the devil’s wages.



Screamjack

Believe In Heaven

Hurt and blued, your faith’s been stoned,

Can’t find your limbs to stand again?

Did the blue eyed woman and the deceitful downer,

Always have your money spent?

Have no more hope that you can sell?

All your desires sought yet not?

Have all your friends turned to birds

And left you to lose the battles you’ve fought?

Accept the faith you cruelly rejected,

The truth in your youth you termed a lie

If you wish your tears never be wasted,

Believe in heaven, till the day you die



Screamjack

Light Will Come

Here I stand, alone as a stone,

With tears so warm, yet so cold

My heart that bleeds, so sorrow-stricken,

I listen to tales, so mournfully told

A day of sorrow, a day of strife,

Darkness prevails, more hurt is to come

In the arms of the wind, I take refuge,

For I know somehow, the light will come



Waters poisoned and truths twisted,

The jinx on time that makes it perpetual

When the end is all that my soul desires,

In the middle of this great salvation ritual

The limbs of joy brutally wounded,

Revenge prevails, in the minds of some

In the mystery of faith, I take refuge,

Because I know, the light will come



If life is lived, relative to history,

Miss we will the sting of the new

If hatred we cradle with blinded eyes,

On our souls will condense unwanted dew

We have strayed too far from the real truth,

Exiled purpose to the wilderness of glum

In the moonlit night, I take refuge,

For evident it is, the light will come



Battles we forged with great ambition,

Running after sinful and hollow desires

Mistakes we hid in created shadows,

And watched the innocent burn on pyres

The sense of sin wittingly altered,

The distant warning, a beating drum,

In the final judgment, I take refuge,

For true it is, the light will come!


Screamjack

Numbers And Flowers

The struggle, the great old war of ages,

That has stained the soul of man forever,

Mysticism that fuelled the soul of man,

Imprisoned in the cells of logic and reason!

Numbers and flowers spinning around,

In the fresh air of freedom, free will

Death will have his day of victory,

But salvation will come with his gift of eternity!



Expression is the key to human evolution,

And faith, the manual for life and more

Truth is what is easily defined,

But real truth, forever, a mystery!

Men have words, and men have desires,

The luxury to choose, numbers or flowers

Men have hopes and men have dreams,

But only as much, as the horizon allows.



Love and peace, war and hate,

Forever has been, the great debate

The cost of blood finds no sense,

Lies and treachery walking with us!

Wounded souls, sadly ignored,

All material causes, constantly tended

Numbers and flowers, floating, floating,

In the free air of wonder, free will!



The glowing woman, her burning desire,

The dreaming man, the hopeless romantic

The love from heaven, the hatred from hell,

The final battle, between reason and religion!

The democrat stumbles, the king dishonest,

The mind of man, stripped and shamefully exposed

The final judgment soon approaches,

What do you choose, numbers or flowers?



Screamjack

Untitled Expression

Define the wind, define red and define green. But this is what I choose to define, I choose to define the undefined. Insanity is the illusionary security that cradles me in its comforting arms. I tried to sell my faith to what I believed was comfort, but all I got was a puzzle, that only led to infinity. Life is a thousand pages of poetry, a piece of art that portrays the extreme intimate expression that man holds in the secret lairs of his heart,

I don’t believe in the defined, I don’t trust the definite. My heart is adventurous and what I choose is mystery and adventure. For if life is all about comfort, what do I have to look forward to, what would I have left to do? Here is my verdict, the conclusion I have decided to make my peace with, life is undefined, a small little piece in a great puzzle of self-contradictory definitions. Complexity is a blemish that has led to this honest insanity we term as civilization. Civilization is the greatest hallucination mankind has experienced at the hands of stability-craving maniacs. This is not my outlet for some random thought that struck my curious conscience but an honest opinion that has forced itself out of my wandering heart. See, hear, my words are rebellious, but would evolution ever occur if rebellion never existed? Rebellion is the fuel of evolution!

Respect! What is respect? Isn’t it some traditional gesture? Why would I sell my originality to some idiot with great expectations! This is who I am, this is what I believe, respect is love, civilization is peace, rebellion and curiosity fuels evolution! The opinion you hold is leagues apart from my concern, but lend me your conscience my friend, for existence is one, and one is existence.



With love,

Screamjack

Sky That Shines

Closed eyes, in a blinded existence,

Bleeding thoughts that create reality

God and Earth when will commune?

I ask the hope that floats in air

Ego has died, I open my eyes,

Time surrenders at my feet

The sky that shines, the sun that dances,

All to proclaim mankind’s salvation!



If the heart is hungry, it shall eat,

If the mind is thirsty, it shall drink

But how much I wonder and how long,

Will we run the race of greed and desire?

The leaves are singing, time to hear,

Truth makes love to my wandering soul

The sky that shines, the sun that dances,

All to proclaim mankind’s salvation!



Peeling the layers of colored reality,

I see the men who worship hypocrisy

Creating the ocean of my imagination,

I swim and I swim for all eternity

If I sell my mind to mundane desires,

How will I touch the skies of salvation?

If my ego I nourish how will I know?

If the truth is real or a false projection

So I forget the colors of my former reality,

And take my place as the drop in the ocean

The sky that shines, the sun that dances,

All to proclaim mankind’s salvation!



Screamjack

Roses And Blood

Oh I know, the good and bad,

The soul market, the tinted lies,

The twisted clown, his nose in action,

The captured man with his heaven needle

The teenage boy, his bloodshot eyes,

The desperate man, his darling bottle

Somehow the world a great old ocean,

Salted with sweet red roses and blood



Yes I know, the charming lady,

Her secret desire that burns so slowly

The teenage girl, her bleeding lip,

Torn by some ungrateful thorn

The clever man who tries to fly,

But instead swims in his pool of science

Somehow the world a great old ocean,

Salted with sweet red roses and blood



Fattened calves and the new born baby,

Equated in a great divine sacrifice

Pain for pleasure, misery for comfort,

The mighty spinning wheel of trustworthy reason

The senseless poet, the wise philosopher,

Both choose lies with different intents

Somehow the world a great old ocean,

Salted with sweet red roses and blood



I know, I feel, your beating heart,

Hungry for heaven, thirsty for love

Asking the wind your dearest questions,

With faith that stands like a peak-less mountain

Do not fear the cliffs of doubt,

The answer has yes, almost arrived

Somehow the world a great old ocean,

Salted with sweet red roses and blood



The clouds can float, the sun can rise,

But do you know that you can live?

The Earth can move, the stars can twinkle,

But do you know that you can love?

The wind is singing, begin to dance,

Heaven has opened, open your eyes

Somehow the world a great old ocean,

Salted with sweet red roses and blood



Screamjack

Magic Magic: Part One: Psilocybin Hills: Chapter Two: Reaching Reality

If the sunrise is sincerely experienced, the human soul can be touched by divine fingers that heal more than just wounds. It is this unrealized truth that gave us the ability to wake up to Noel’s cruel but exciting two-thirty alarm. It was difficult, but we managed it. Of course Noel was the first to rise and Tommy bu the last, but the five of us had our eyes wide open and our mouths wider, one, two, three, four, five, six and seven, yes seven more of those alien fruits had entered our toiling digestive systems only to open new gates for our adventurous minds. Darkness still prevailed as we sat cozy covered with blankets on the cold cotton bed. We had our backs against the walls and our minds against the heavens. Noel had the music equipment arranged, with honesty let me tell you, we owe those three days in the astral plane to Noel’s N95, his speakers did our ears justice.

As we began to drift away from reality, I saw red patterns emerge out of thin air and fly away to the distant meadows of infinity. ‘An hour and we’re going up to the terrace bro, get the cameras’, said Noel.

I distinctly remember that dark morning to be one of the most silent times I’ve ever experienced in my life. Somehow the dark always chose to be hostile to me, I never did him any harm, I wonder why he treated me in such a rude manner. The trip had begun, and the wondrous thing about psychedelics was the fact that every single time, the experience varied to a great extent. It was like a whole new different world. Imagine holding a leaf in the palm of your hand and then notice the ventricles on its bottom. Of course these would remain the same, but what if your mind had the ability to perceive those ventricles differently at different times? What if they seemed to resemble the Eiffel Tower one day, and the leaning tower of Pisa the next? Wouldn’t it seem so confounding?

As red dots floated and strange thoughts materialized, time had traveled a little more than two hours. It was five and the sun was readying itself for another glorious ascension.

‘Get up you fuckers, let’s go up’, said Neeloy in a sudden instant.

Something had happened, my moods were lowering beneath the levels of comfort.

‘It’s too cold bro, can we just stay here?’ This was probably the most sincere request I had made to a friend in years. ‘Bro what the fuck is wrong with you? You don’t want to miss the sunrise do you?’ said Noel, I could see how much Noel and Neeloy wanted to leave the room.

I would not oblige, even if I had to save my life, I would not leave the pleasant comfort of that warm blanket, I was afraid, afraid of nothing, and such a realization caused even more fear in me. To my great comfort, Tommy and Nikhil agreed, ‘Fuck it bro, we’ll stay here chill, it’s too dam cold’, said Nikhil. ‘Wear your sweater and your jacket, let’s go up bro, quickly, lazy fuckers!’ Noel was a little angry, or so it seemed. Either ways, Tommy, Nikhil and I stayed in the room, as for Noel and Neeloy, they climbed up the ladder to the terrace, if mushies could give me x-ray vision, I would’ve explained that more in detail, but no, these fruits gave you no super-powers, just the unrealized powers of the normal human mind.

I was experiencing a very strange confusion! Paranoia, estrangement, fear, insanity, euphoria and the color red were the ingredients of a sandwich my mind had eaten.

I don’t remember much of what Tommy and Nikhil were doing beside me! I loved noticing Nikhil though. I think I remember seeing him swirling his fingers around his eyes and making faces, and of course Tommy moved his eyes around to form strange faces too. It was six and the sun had risen, and in a minute a sudden current of regret filled me, I had missed the sunrise, the crazy sandwich had been excreted from my mind and I had regretted eating it! Noel and Neeloy had arrived! I could see the excitement on their faces, a sort of enlightened aura around them. The pictures taken by them were fascinating, the effects of refraction just before the sun rises is something immaculate! Just a sight of those pictures cheered me up. There are moments when joy is sinfully contagious, and that moment came around seven. The cover that had the mushrooms in it was below the television set and it seemed to have been calling out to us, almost as if it said, ‘Eat me, eat me! Eat!’ Well, crazy bastards, we ate. We popped two each first, Neeloy suggested we eat another one, so we popped one more each. It was now eight, visual hallucinations had lost their importance and thoughts were now racing at severe speeds, fluctuating at terahertz frequencies. Eight thirty and we had popped two more each. We were enjoying it, looking into the green cover, picking the mushrooms of our choice, naming them and popping them. Giving them life histories, for example Noel picked one with a big cap and a long stalk exclaiming, ‘Dam this one surely came from Mars!’ We then began to discuss the shit in which these vegetables were grown, the lethality level of bison dung grown mushrooms as compared to cow dung grown ones.

Nikhil had a very interesting thought to share with us, ‘Bro what if Sai grew these shrooms in his own shit?’ Well, laughter does great things, that question cheered us up as all five of us burst out laughing in a chorus! By nine-thirty we had popped around fifteen or sixteen of the big-capped lethal shit grown wonder vegetables following which we made our way up to the terrace. Neeloy the wonderful child that he was somehow managed to break the ladder. Of course prior to that, he tried raping a water bottle and cursed the geyser such that it stopped working.

We lay on our backs in that square terrace, watching the clouds take strange shapes. I remember seeing a warrior striking a lion with his sword, a cow trying to mate with a man who looked somewhat like Tommy, and of course red and green kept jumping around and bouncing of other clouds changing into yellow and orange. Four colors I believe always play an integral part of my mushroom trips, red, green, yellow and orange. Probably has some biological explanation behind it but truly I could never care.

There was an instant when something on Nikhil’s hand caught my attention. I began to stare at his forearm, patterns of various shapes were swimming down towards his palm, Neeloy noticed me and turned his eyes towards Nikhil’s arms following which Nikhil turned his eyes to his arms as well. The patterns intrigued me, they were fascinating, an image would form and move on Nikhil’s arm, this was a crazy world!

It was around eleven when we realized that a strange man was waiting outside our cottage, he didn’t look too friendly but by his notions it was evident he was looking for us. Prior to our terrace exploration we had ordered ten more dozens of bison dung mushrooms from Sai who promised he would arrive near Abbas restaurant in a little while. The strange man said in a hostile tone, ‘Come fast sir we waiting from that time, everyone waiting in bus come fast tour start now!’

Panic! We totally forgot! The previous morning following our arrival we booked a city tour through Das and we had paid half the amount in advance! In the present state of intense psychedelic consciousness, we were in no mood to depart on a city tour, ‘Cancel it, we are not coming’, I told the tour man. ‘Sir now no cancel, you have to come, everyone wait sir, you come now no choice, already half paid other half pay now and come, all ok sir, enjoy tour nice tour, all place you can see’, replied the taxi guide. We were dazed and in addition confused, our minds offered us no time to think, ‘Fine bro we’ll just go, I need to show my mom some pics too, we’ll take a lot of pics let’s just go’, said Tommy. After not much thought, we decided to go, we readied ourselves quickly, informed Sai that we would pick the mushies just before we left and proceeded up the road towards the tour bus. Sai was there waiting in his car, he told us he had to leave the city that day and he was in a hurry, I walked up to his car, paid him the money, dropped the two packets of mushrooms in my cargo pockets and walked to the tour bus.

As we entered the bus the driver looked at us strangely, ‘Sir please mix with everyone, enjoy tour’, was all he said. The humans in the tour van blew my mind in multiple directions, the various faces, the way they stared at us, the funny looking couples and the strange women with over-curled hair! My heart was beating at the speed of light, I knew it, yes I knew it well, we were at the beginning of a journey, not through hell, not through heaven, but through something that existed right in between!

The last row of seats was empty and they looked welcoming, as if God had booked those seats for us. To my unfortunate fate only four fit there and I had to sit somewhere in the middle of the bus beside a stranger. As we moved my thoughts took a disastrous turn. I began to think of home, to think of my parents, I asked myself if I would ever see reality again, and ‘myself’ answered no! I looked behind at my four fellow inter-dimensional travel comrades, I felt separated from them, ‘will they remember me?’

It is funny how fear grips the human mind to such an extent that the littlest of aspects can cause the most immensely hurtful feelings! I felt like life was over, I had forgotten the return-route to reality and I had forgotten the usual beliefs that comforted me in times of stress! But thank heaven it lasted not too long, we had reached the first destination and it was some kind of forest with strange trees! Timber or sandalwood or Teak, I really didn’t know, but the trees fascinated me! As soon as we stepped out the bus we lit our cigarettes! This is what I believe, when hope is thin and imagination wild, it is just a humble cigarette that forms the fine line between reality and insanity.

The forest place was beautiful, it had a stream of cold water flowing, fresh and clear, it was pretty. I felt surrounded by elements from heaven, as if the creator had picked up the five of us and dropped us in some alternate existence!

We clicked a few pictures and left to the next destination. Few more places we were taken to. It was the uncomforting time in the van that was very disturbing! I could see frustration on the faces of my friends, they were restless. Being confined to a single seat when your mind is overflowing with psychedelic energy is like being imprisoned beneath the ocean bed, but we were helpless. The driver turned on the music system only to output a few Tamil numbers that were gravely annoying! I felt like we were being kidnapped, taken in a space ship through some distant galaxy filled with earthly trees and twisted thoughts. We arrived at the spot where we would eat our lunch, it was beautiful. There were hills all around and the greenery was as green as it could get and the sky bluer than ever before! I raised my hands up towards the sky and felt the wind blow against my face, Neeloy tried running down a slope and doing a few other things, we lay on the grass for five minutes following which we ate our lunch in some highway dhaba, Things were starting to make sense now, I was eating food, that was something relative to reality which was very comforting. We were then taken to a temple right at the peak of a hill following which we were taken to another forest area which was infested with monkeys, few meek, many wild. I remember eating an omelet there with the others when it had started to slightly drizzle. We had another cigarette after which we entered the tour van which then led us to a chocolate store beside the main Kodaikannal Lake. We bought a few chocolates to take home and two packets of marshmallows which would be of great use later. The psychedelic feelings had started to wear of, but I could still feel those currents running in me. The city tour had started above hell and ended beneath heaven, we had one last step to take and we would reach our final destination. We returned to our cottage and completed the ritual we had begun around thirty-six hours ago. We popped another six mushrooms each, with the marshmallows along with them to sweeten our mouths, and took the final leap to the heart of heaven, we had made it, the red dots all fit, the pieces of thought in my head combined to solve the great puzzle, purpose had returned, joy too back from exile! It was about nine-thirty when we decided to leave the cottage again for dinner.

However it seemed that Abbas restaurant, as well as every other shop around had been shut except the smoke shop. The smoke shop vendor called us a taxi who would take us to the city to buy ourselves a little dinner. The only two Tamil-speaking men that was me and Nikhil boarded the taxi as we left for the city and bought us parotas, chicken and a few omelets. As the taxi dropped us of up the road from our cottage Nikhil and I decided to sit on the footpath for a while and just enjoy the atmosphere.

This was a moment I would never forget, we sat there, all the boundaries in life dissolved in two days of mental adventure, the little beauties like the greenness of a leaf and the intricacy of a bed-cover design we learned to appreciate with immaculate honesty. The stars that night were a few more than a trillion, the sky was glowing. We sat there eating the omelets telling each other what a few vegetables actually performed in our curious searching minds. The highway was desolate, not a single soul that night would disturb our holy realization! Life was about appreciation, about enjoying the little things, learning to overcome the great sorrows and strife that torment us every moment, learning to find peace with ourselves. We returned to the cottage and ate our parotas with Noel, Neeloy and Tommy.

Two days had passed! Fifteen to twenty joints and almost four dozens of mushrooms consumed by each of the explorers present in that cottage! Man is born for adventure, not to accomplish but to experience, not to criticize but to appreciate, irrespective of what the external world seems to be. The perception of life is a choice, which lies in the hands of every individual. I was never a person who believed it is a necessity to consume a substance to discover the truths behind life and such a person I never will be, however, what I experienced those two days was different, was something beyond the realms of social stability and collective concern.

That night we decided that we were done with the mushrooms, we would not indulge in the same the following day.

When man has experienced something beyond the boundaries of reality, that memory is etched in his mind forever.

The eyes of man can see great things and his ears hear ancient truths, but it is only his soul that can experience both.

Magic Magic: Part One: Psilocybin Hills: Chapter One: Strange Fruits

June 2009



‘Imagine the sky was so close, you felt you could touch it. Imagine seeing heaven with earthly eyes. Imagine a land, which homed fruits so strange, you could travel beyond the boundaries of space and time’. Kodaikannal fit that description, beyond the perceptions of accuracy. It’s simply the easiest thing in the world to begin an expedition with four other people, with pretty much the similar state of mind as yours.

Nikhil, Noel, Tommy and I stood at that bus stop, clueless and anxious waiting for some special thing to come by. We lit our cigarettes, took up our positions and waited, it wouldn’t be too much longer. A dark hooded man walked by, the sweet three words I heard come of his lips were unforgettable. ‘Magic mushrooms sir?’ A doubtless answer almost in a chorus, ‘Yes!’ Well that was obvious, the whole intent of our expedition was getting our hands and yes of course, our minds to indulge in these strange alien-like fruits. Nikhil and I accompanied him down a very strange narrow downhill course, the dark man introduced himself as Srinivas. With a broad grin on his face he asked us to call him Sai. Ten dozens for a meager eight hundred rupees was the promised deal.

Sai had his phone glued to his ears, from what I heard he seemed to be conversing with a certain Mr. Balaji.

‘Any grass you have man?’ He asked us, the broad grin still in its glory. We had left our grass with Noel and Tommy, but as kind as he could be, Sai offered us a couple of joints, requested us to roll it as he took a walk further ahead asking us to stay. Fifteen minutes and he was back, ten dozens packed in two tiny plastic packets, the strange groundnut-cap like vegetables safe inside. Sai had seemed to have forgotten about the pot he lent us and started walking back. Two more minutes and I felt my phone vibrate, ‘Bro where the fuck are you? Das is here, we’re waiting near some church up the road’. It was Noel, Das was our local travel consultant, a mushroom taxi-man with all due respect, however very dry at the moment. Sai took us back up towards the church, offered us his phone number and walked away. The drunk bastard, as funny and interesting as he was, I would’ve preferred not his company, strange people you see, very strange, they disturb me.

Das offered us two choices, ‘Vettaikannal or Observatory Road?’ Vettaikannal seemed to be too away from the main town so we chose Observatory Road. We were taxied to our temporary three day home in Mr. Das’s Maruti Omni. He took a look at the shrooms Sai had taxied to us, ‘Not bad, I will let you know in two days if I can get more’. I honestly didn’t give a damn, the four of us were awaiting our first mushroom trip. We entered the little cottage, a level beneath the normal road level. Orange painted walls, a pretty looking door and a floor as cold as a refrigerator, seemed like the classic tripping temple, and of course, the stained walls which would play an intimate part of our arriving trip.

Now Noel he was prepared, his music-loaded phone with his computer speakers all set up(the speakers were hardly used). It wasn’t long, fifteen minutes I believe and seven of those strange-looking fuckers were swimming in our digestive systems. As I had first entered the cottage I noticed a series of dots on the wall, blue in color, and yes, they were stationary. Half hour had passed since we had popped, my eyes suddenly caught hold of a very interesting sight. The dots were not stationary anymore but moved to form a sort of infinitely running train. The dots were moving, but they were not, they were moving, but no, they were still not!

‘Bro, look at the dots!’ I exclaimed. ‘Fuck, they’re moving, they’re fucking moving’, Nikhil exclaimed, I could just feel the excitement swimming in me. Noel noticed the dots too, but Tommy, the grumpy bastard that he was, ‘What are you talking about, what dots?’

‘You fat son of a bitch, look at the dots, they’re moving, they’re fucking moving’, I yelled at Tommy. ‘I don’t see a shit’, was all he said. I didn’t bother, things had started to take a dastardly turn, these were going to be unforgettable hours.

The colors all seemed familiar, but my thoughts were running so quickly, it was hard to perceive one thing at a time. My entire being had lost its ability to perceive time and space. The feeling was overwhelming, but strangely exciting. A kind of ecstasy that no words could explain! I would have one thought that would build over itself and tend to such an infinite meaning that paranoia would set in. But another thought built on positive feelings and I would feel some mental ecstasy! Things were definitely not the same. An hour had passed and thank heaven, Tom Paul finally realized, ‘Fuck the dots are moving!’

The music seemed to swim in my mind, caressing untended corners, opening new doors.

It was when Shpongle Spores swam out of Noel’s phone-speakers, the acoustic guitar in the middle felt like an angel was stroking my soul. I looked towards Nikhil who peered into my eyes and said, ‘These fruits are magical, this is some crazy ecstasy, this is ecstasy, this is ecstasy!’ Noel seemed to be swimming in his own imagination, I distinctly remember the strange faces made by Tommy bu(I don’t know why but I still call him that). And then it struck me, the strangest feeling I ever had in my life. I felt estranged from everyone around me, I felt like I was a lone nomad traveling through the infinite dimensions of time and space. The wheel of sense had been disturbed from its pivoted position, perception had been drastically accelerated, and yes, the patterns crawling on the faces of my friends, everything was so strangely fascinating!

It was about one when it happened, I heard Noel speak the magic words, ‘The door is vibrating, it’s fucking vibrating, holy fuck it’s vibrating!’ I turned with extreme faith that the door was not vibrating, it could’ve been, but I chose not to believe so, it would just be too disturbing a fact if the door was actually vibrating! But I turned and to my disbelief with the eyes that had befriended me all my life, I saw a most unbelievable sight, the door was actually vibrating! The walls were moving and it felt like the entire cottage was taking off! The music was running from my left ear to the right, the colors were spinning, my friends were as crazy as me and the world had turned upside down! Of course that was one state of mind you can not live with forever, but that was the thought that half-killed my joy, would I ever see reality again? Such a question has an obvious answer, but when you’ve traveled a million miles away from the sweet home of meaning and purpose to a strange yet fascinating tropical rain-forest within the dimensions of your mind, even the most obvious answer can have several diversions. I guess that’s what made these mushrooms so magical, their unpredictability. Either ways, the clock had struck two and things had started to lower back down to reality suddenly. I had begun to feel sleepy, and I humbly suggested, ‘Can we all go to sleep for a while?’ Somehow this had disturbed Noel, ‘Sleep? What the fuck is wrong with you, sleep on this trip are you crazy?’

Either ways I slept for a short period of fifteen minutes and woke up to realize that the psychedelic currents flowing in my body were still as alive as me. Three had come and sleep had returned but this time to capture all four of us, we went beneath the covers to drift away to a distant dreamland, me and Nikhil in one room and Tommy and Noel shared the other. I distinctly remember the time I was wavering at the threshold of my dreams, I yelled out, ‘Noel!’ He replied, ‘What?’ And that was the last noise made in the cottage for another hour. We woke up at four and remembered that a certain Mr. Neeloy Sanyal was to arrive shortly and we were to pick him up at Abbas Restaurant up the road. Now Neeloy was the kind of person you can expect to strip down naked in the middle of a national highway and wave screaming, ‘Give me a joint please!’ He was an interesting bastard either ways, but an annoying menace if not dealt with properly.

We picked him of at the restaurant after having a tea and a cigarette, he seemed to have got a drop from some stranger, typical Neeloy. Of course we shared our adventure with him, the things we felt and saw, Tommy’s late reaction. Half hour and Neeloy had popped his seven. Forty five minutes and Sai was waiting up the road from our cottage, yes, we had called, we wanted more, plenty more! We seated ourselves in Sai’s car, another Omni, he seemed to have been accompanied by a very strange squint-eyed driver. And yes, Sai was drunk, he was drunk from the morning, he guess he was one of those guys who always smelled of alcohol.

So we drove up the hills to some distant location, Sai chattered the entire distance telling us about some strange experiences of his. The bastard was half-phony, it was evident, this guy had more shit to preach than excrete. We reached the spot and Sai had collected two thousand rupees from us, promised us twenty-five dozens. He wandered of into the distance, he seemed to have climbed up some small cliff and we were left alone with a strange squint-eyed driver in the middle of some god forsaken land.

Neeloy’s expressions portrayed the fact that the mushies had begun they’re work in his life. He looked out the window and screamed, ‘What the fuck, everything is so different, I haven’t felt like this before!’ And some more, ‘Fuck the clouds are so amazing! Everything is so different, how can this be?’ I sat facing him, Tommy bu and Noel in the Omni, Nikhil seated next to me. Neeloy fascinated me, the way he acted, his expressions, the things he was saying.

Finally the time came when the fat bastard spat out the sinful words, ‘Fuck bro, the driver looks so conked, I bet he’s bombed!’ He tugged at the driver’s shirt and asked him, ‘You also trip?’ The driver had a face that freaked me out, his squint eyes swimming around the sides of his nose he replied, ‘Yes, I do, yes only I do hashish!’ ‘Oh ok, very psyched very psyched’, Neeloy replied. Neeloy continued conversing with the driver till we reached the dangerous point when the driver realized we were being sarcastic and actually trying to fuck with him! And dam the guy knew English, at least enough to score as much as Neeloy would in his tenth grade English paper. We had pissed of the driver, and yes, it was definitely not good! He started grumbling, almost yelling at us. Explaining how people like us must have respect for elderly men like him, then he started to threaten us about how LTTE terrorists live in the woods around and that they would fuck with us! We were in such a state of mind, we’d believe anything! The guy then threatened us some more, he spoke a mixture of tamil and English, I guess he meant something like, ‘I leave you here, you go somehow, get lost, get down from car!’

Panic! Neeloy you fat son of a bitch! Noel let his temper flow, ‘Neeloy shut the fuck up and sit down, just shut the fuck up I swear I’ll leave you here and we’ll fuck of!’

‘Bro what the fuck, what did I do?’ Neeloy was astounded. Too much was happening, too much to digest, we were going to get stranded in the middle of nowhere! Panic, we called Sai, and to our pleasant surprise with all sarcasm intended Sai decided not to pick up our desperate call! Panic and some more panic. Neeloy was going crazy, the poor fellow, this must have been traumatic for him, so much tension at such an intense peak of a trip!

Either ways, we tried consoling the driver, told him we were sorry. ‘No, get out, get lost, I leave you here, Sai not coming, I going, now go, leave’. The squint bastard was serious, I couldn’t believe it. Nikhil and I took turns and consoled him in Tamil explaining how Neeloy was tripping and his words were unintended. The driver finally chose to forgive us and thank heaven, Sai had arrived. He took his place and enquired as to what the fuck was going on! He apologized to us before he finally devolved the goods to us. Sweet twenty five dozens of cow-dung grown psilocybin mushrooms, dried and ready to eat, the score had been made! However, Noel still seemed to be pissed of with Neeloy, he turned to me, Noel asked me to shut him up! I did the only thing I could do well, took up the role of the hopeless romantic poet! ‘It’s all fine bro, you see the clouds, you see the lights, they’re so bright and beautiful, everything is so happy, look at the sky, it’s like the beginning of some new great joyful life, it’s all so pretty, look at the lights on the hills’, Neeloy loved it, he felt much better. Well I always believed that poetic behavior is the greatest remedy to every psyched trip! And it always worked! We were on our way back home and wait was something we could not, we were dropped of at Abbas restaurant, where our journey had begun! We hadn’t had a decent breakfast, neither had we a lunch! However, walked in for dinner, Abbas Restaurant! I don’t remember what I ate, I think I had half a dosa and an omelet, I wasn’t the greatest of eaters, and at that moment I wasn’t in the greatest moods to eat. Neeloy did his appetite justice and so did everyone else. We returned to our cottage down the road after purchasing our requirements for the night, water and cigarettes. I believe it was ten when we decided to hit our sacks, but just before we did, Noel had a proposition. ‘I’m setting the alarm for two-thirty! We’re waking up, popping and watching the sunrise’.

Crazy bastards, we all obliged.

Breaking Out

Someplace on the sidewalk,
I saw a man sell his dream
Somewhere beside the driveway,
I heard an abused woman scream
Someplace in my beating heart,
I saw the lies that I was taught
Praying for a wondrous redemption,
From all the promises I had bought
Trapped within an ancient system,
Living life as a slave to some blind thought,
No longer could I be an obedient victim,
For I could not savor beauty that is not

I saw the child meddling with numbers and words,
His intelligence beyond any known man
But drilled through some system his mind slowly died,
For if he did not agree, they would not let him stand
Selfish men who altered the meaning of freedom,
Cruel men with thread-thin dangerous minds
Imposing and forcing some mighty idea
That intended the worst from behind!
If I say no, does it anger your heart?
If I disagree why does your temperament stumble?
Can you not escape the prisons of reason?
Drop down on your knees and begin to be humble!

The devil in disguise, your foolish ego,
Why do you embrace the art of hell?
Have you narrowed perception to some equation?
Are you full of answers but no hearty tale to tell?
The system is flawless, perfectly designed,
To keep you veiled from the immortal truth
But wake up, break out, how long will you slumber?
Discover the truth that was hidden during your youth!
Lies can be red, and lies can be blue,
But the truth is always sparkling white
Though we dwell in the secure cages of darkness,
One day we will break out into the light!

Edge Of Doubt

Red is red and the sun is the same,
The stars twinkled from the day they came
The sky is blue and the heart will beat,
Man always craves for his daily dose of wheat
My eyes can see and my ears can hear,
But the dreaded lies I shall always fear
The artist's cry and the logician's shout,
I try to perceive standing, on the edge of doubt

The woman's spell, the magician's trick,
The priest's sermon and the wooden stick
Each as lifeless as the sparkling stone,
But forming society's curved backbone
The poet's tale and the prophet's act
The minister's lie and his hollow pact
The flower's cry and the machine's shout,
I try to perceive standing, on the edge of doubt

The father's desire, the son's effort,
The parent duty, the lover's heart-hurt,
The fool's hypocrisy, the liar's lie,
The suicide lover's obsession to die
David's harp with it's rhythms of praise,
Lord Almighty and his glorious ways
The woman's cry and the man's shout,
I try to perceive standing, on the edge of doubt

The writer's world, the song's emotion,
Paying the con-man his stolen potion
The devil's treachery, his foolish decision,
The Lord's forgiveness and nuclear fission
The hope of mankind, the faith of a billion,
The weakness of man, the salvation of a million
The wise man's cry and the great fool's shout,
I try to perceive standing, on the edge of doubt

The leader's authority, the drunkard's sway,
Abraham's posterity and the atheist's way,
The beauty of two, but the sincerity of one,
The immense love of God's own son
The meaning of existence, the mystery of death,
The righteous God, who created man's vibrant breath,
The one truth's cry and the great lie's shout,
I try to perceive standing, on the edge of doubt

Pearl Woman

Pearl woman, I see you startled,
Wandering in thought over a flower
Your hair flows like an eternal stream,
Dancing with the raging wind
It is not that I hold some sinful desire,
To possess your admirable heart
But only to express my immense wonder
With words I know can do no justice
If I could read your abstract eyes,
Or perhaps tread the streets of your mind
I would caress your heart with sincere care
And cradle you with an eternal love

Pearl woman, the queen in my dreams,
My conscience has been captivated
My being is tied to your saint-angelic splendor
My desires have re-routed themselves
How I wish for all eternity,
To write a countless words for you
To share an innocent intimacy
With the thoughts that live in your unique mind
Worthy of your heart is one love alone,
The love that swims out God's own heart
For the heart of man does not deserve,
A pearl-heart like yours that twinkles even at midday

Pearl woman, your deeds humble yet great,
Your infallible love forever flawless
You can turn my emotions with those tender eyes,
Hold my heart hostage with simplest ease
You tend the wounds of my searching soul,
With love that you draw from the wells of your heart
You create hope in the darkest of valleys,
Sharing with me your words of elixir
You are the fabric so perfectly woven,
By the artist of life who painted the sky
An ocean of words would still do no help,
To describe your eternal heart of wonder!

Soul Market

Mary she lived two blocks away,
Perhaps the closest you'd see to an angel
Had her dreams arranged in a bouquet,
To pick and live them one at a time
She sailed her boat with the breeze of truth,
Exploring the river of righteousness
But as she arrived at the cross-waters of life,
She found herself victim to the sting of curiosity
Chose the diversion that seemed colorful,
Gleefully rowed and rowed her boat,
Put her chastity up for a price,
Accepting a culture that doomed character
Then her desires crept into her soul,
Her boiling ambition burning her mind
She sold her soul to the mundane world,
Drowning in the river of hopelessness!

Andy he lived two streets away,
Perhaps the smartest of created men
The ancient truth had caressed his heart,
How life was more than some social race
But no man wished to embrace his idea,
Rejection scourged the skin of his heart
So he put his faith in some strange leaf,
Smoked away his dreams and desires
Expanded his mind with some strange fruit,
Forgetting the walls that protected reality
Escaping the grasps of system and society,
To be lost forever in the forest of dreams
Years not many, hastily passed,
Trying to break the shackles of reason
Andy had sold his soul to his dreams,
Drowning in the river of hopelessness!

Gabrielle she lived in the room above,
A glowing lotus in the lake of love
Her heart could love like the heart of God,
Her eyes could heal the deepest scars
But those eyes were captured one weary morning,
By the sun-like glow of the golden metal,
By the hips she was grabbed by the hands of material,
Abused by the aggression of excess wealth
The want of her mind had escaped her will,
That burning need for all that glittered
Sold her virginity to some chauvinist fool,
Who held her in his fortress of wealth!
Her dreams had caught fire in the sky,
Came crashing down upon her desires
She had sold her soul to the diamond stone,
Drowning in the river of hopelessness!

The Ballad Of Simon Pierre

In the midst of green that jumped of trees,
Walked a man with a soft-like heart
Seeking purpose in an aimless existence,
Perhaps love to challenge his gifted heart
At a gateless city, he curiously arrived,
Tasting the river that flowed between
Hurt by the sting of curiosity,
His pain he entrapped deep within
Adventure he sought for his rested mind,
Perhaps tread the cliff of wisdom
But too long it did not take until,
His eyes fell upon a most divine damsel

Simon flung open the doors at his heart,
Her fiery enchantment upon his soul
The way her eyes peered into him,
Stealing the dearest of his desires
‘The spell of a woman sustains so strong,
Intricately cast on the heart of a man
I am bound I believe to this inexplicable being’
Exclaimed Simon who had kissed the threshold of splendor

And then his eyes met the robes of Sylvan,
Black with exquisite borders of red
And then he learnt more of ‘Sylvan the sorcerer’,
And how princess Armelle shared his bed
King Benedict had sold his dearest daughter,
To Sylvan’s demand that sorrowed his heart
In return for his life that the sorcerer saved,
On a cold night in the middle of a disturbed river
To the death of her heart Armelle obeyed,
Her cherished dreams sentenced to die
Her desires burnt in half a moment
Her smile exiled never to return

It took just a night for the twisted sorcerer,
To put an end to the aging majestic king
Enthroning himself on the seat of power,
Sylvan began his reign of chaos
Such matters Simon held less important,
Matters of power and matters of vengeance
For Simon had made his peace with ego,
His everlasting treaty with the power of pride
Within the reach of his doubtless heart,
The princess Armelle he safely held,
With the sword of patience he skillfully planned,
His rescue task that would ease his heart

That dreary night Simon had learned,
That Sylvan had left on some expedition
He shared a few drinks with the joyous guard,
Until the old man dropped dead on his belly
But before he could slip in he saw Armelle,
Taking a walk into the palace garden
Believing it was fate he sneaked close behind her,
His steps harder to draw her attention
Then as she turned to see his strange face,
Took a step quickly back in shocking surprise

‘Don’t fear princess, I am but a mere vagabond,
With a heart that can tell few lies too less
But a force from beyond has gripped my soul,
With the strength of which I stand before you
If it is your desire, your heart I shall tend,
If it is your will, my love you can savor
If it is your destiny, my hand you will hold,
This fateful night, where adventure I shall find
Kingdoms and lands are of my lesser interest,
That which triggered the hearts of your forefathers
But if my hand you will hold, I will show you the world,
That is beyond the grasp of desires and dreams
I am no sorcerer, I am no magician,
The earth has been benevolent to me
The Gods have showered mercy on my soul,
Giving me salvation from desire and ambition
I shall show you the splendor that is not was,
The bliss that is and not will be,
I will cradle your heart in the hands of my care,
And caress your soul with all my being
The sorcerer will search but he will never find,
For around us will be the divine protection
The protection that is a great faith in love,
That has cared for a million men who have passed
Come with me princess, the stars await,
We will climb the mountains of eternal love
Land and money shall be least of our concern,
We shall cradle each other’s hearts forever!’

So awestruck by those words of honesty,
Armelle held his faithful hand
They fled the city never to return
Placing their hearts in the fortress of love
Sylvan searched for the rest of eternity,
For something to tame his revengeful heart
But no man can defeat the promise of love,
That is the eternal word of the creator

Some place in the sky with heaven to witness,
Simon and Armelle where wedded in splendor
No man, no curse could enter the fortress,
Within which they bred their wondrous love
Love sheltered the heart of Simon Pierre,
Letting flow within, the rivers of eternal freedom
Love defeats all purpose, defeats all meaning,
Love defeats the anger of boiling revenge
Love transcends the walls of burning desire,
Into a heaven that offers righteous contentment
The fields of love are eternally green,
And its refreshing rivers forever flow!

Skies Of Salvation

Stung by fear, my heart slipped into sorrow,
Wounded stood up to slip back again
Far from the great mountain of repentance,
I wandered the glittering streets of the world
Led by the king of deceit and darkness,
Who crawled on his belly into every hole he found
Veiled from truth, I smiled at lies,
Delighted in pleasures I cherished for leisure
I sweetened my lips with poisoned honey,
My curious mind with strange nectar
The few hearts I won, I cruelly hurt,
And anointed myself with the oil of pride

I walked the gardens of pleasurable sin,
Moving to the harmony of hell’s own harps
And with the rest of mankind, I proudly proclaimed,
How I stole the virginity of nature!
How I stripped her bare and naked,
Cruelly tormented the queen of benevolence!
How I gnashed my violent teeth,
At the flesh of goodness, tearing it apart!
Blinded by evil, I fell from above,
Into a pool of cold misery
And paid a price to hell to be revived,
To further blacken my soul, and fall again

The blood in my veins burned fiery hot,
Boiling for more and some more desire
At the foot of desire like a beggar I groveled
At the foot of sin like a peasant I obeyed
My heart stitched up thirteen times,
My soul broken in two and a half
Sold to sin hopeless and wretched,
I cringed towards a little dark corner
The droplets salt-flavored slowly trickled,
And for the first time in years, I began to pray

Though the author of life I had wretchedly denied,
And spat at his image not too long ago
Though his heart I had pierced with the blade of my sin,
And his love I had hurt with ignorance
Like the wind that rages at the peak of autumn,
And the wave that roars in an angry ocean
My lover from heaven blew bliss across me,
And lifted me to his fountains of splendor
He washed my being in the river of forgiveness,
And clothed me in the gown of his love
My every tear with care he collected,
And held them dear to his loving heart
Every wound that plagued my body and soul,
He tended and healed, the king of creation
And from the chambers of his great old mind,
He erased the memories of all my sin
From the darkest corner that was in hell,
To the eternal bliss that always awaited me,
I shall always remember the unmatchable love,
That lifted my spirit to the skies of salvation!

Heaven

Gliding gently in an invisible bliss,
I kneel in an open-mouthed awe
The greenish lawns of glorious eternity
The sweetish harp-notes off angel fingers
The chord of creation blown loud,
The almighty light, the source of life
Sweet existence woven with intricacy,
I stroke the colored fabric of existence
Rivers of desire dried by salvation,
Oceans of truth filled by redemption
The mighty infinite void of space,
Lit up by the bright light of creation
Sparked by a being, divine beyond measure
Cradling me in His blissful arms

I am eternal, I am beautiful,
Image of a light beyond the stars
I am peace, I am love,
I am all that I was forged to be
In this garden of infinity,
This garden of eternity,
This perpetual river of joy,
This great heaven that is love

Thousand Pages Of Poetry

Sweet reality, so close yet far,
Your distant presence comforts me
At the dawn of a great new life,
Revolving around the rock of gratitude
My eyes perceive a blend of color,
That floats and twirls so realistic
My ego is tied and burnt alive,
As I enter the heavens of humility
After all I have seen, all I have felt,
I still find only few words to explain
Life is like a thousand pages of poetry,
……………………….. And more!

The chains of irony rest on my feet,
Sense spinning on a great big wheel
Violence carried of on a grand carriage,
Never to return, to the heart of man
The sun is splendorous, I cannot tell,
The floating clouds, how marvelous,
Great old artist in the heaven above,
My love and praise is yours to savor
The world is one great big jungle,
Mysterious but pretty, dangerous but safe
Life is like a thousand pages of poetry,
…………………….. And more!

Love the king of all emotion,
How wondrous must be your great creator?
Though never admitted, the universe knows,
Man is dearest to the heart of God
Colors fascinate, emotions procrastinate,
How I wish to be eternally free
Free from the hands of responsibility,
Free to fly wingless and high
Words tell only half of a tale,
Music can do a little deal better
But for now your heart is mine to love,
My words are for you, to relish and remember
Life is like a thousand pages of poetry,
………………………… And more!

There's More

Red old rose, your eloquent petals,
Bright yellow sun, a glory beyond,
Human progress, nature’s benevolence,
The numerous fish in a salty pond
Traveling particles in a perfect circle,
An energy undefined, right in the middle
The factual is always inevitably explicit,
But I know, I know, there’s more, there’s more!

Shout out your words, your twisted words,
That can define an object in ways a plenty
Discovering truths a million years existent
Finding treasures unworthy their value
Submit to the same old violent illusion,
That steals the soul of more than many
Bleed out the blood that is not just red,
Unaware of the bliss, there’s more, there’s more!

Still believe in the word of lies,
That swims out the mouth of hell’s enchantress
Dance to the lyre of the whitish devil,
The young strawberry lipped lady
Still cherishing the treasures of the deceitful princess,
Who portrayed to the world her pretension of virginity!
Still living for the whims of the ignorant world?
Unaware of the hidden bliss, there’s more, there’s more!

Merely an accusation, but more of concern,
These words wish to stretch out to your heart
For they are not mine, but those of the wind,
I am but a mere messenger of the beyond!
The chord that was lost is cursed never to be found,
So cease to search, but begin to feel
The blessing that lies in the temple within
Learn the lessons that remain untold,
And accept deep in your heart, there’s more, there’s more!

A soul that knows no dance, no song,
Has lost its greatest purpose of existence
A soul sold to the curse of creation,
Is a blemish that credit’s a pain beyond hell!
The eyes that melt at the sight of stones,
And the heart that dances to the trance of desire,
Will delight in the waters of a stagnant river,
Gradually disappearing to the necessities of moss
And then in the heart of all the ancient metaphorical,
Shall the men of today come to realize, there’s more, there’s more!

Hopes And Tears

Funny game football! How amazing its ability to bring tears to a million and smiles to a million at the same time! You place your heart in the legs of eleven men, allow them to tackle with your beliefs, your faith, your hope for a whole ninety minutes and often more.
You don’t care, till that heartbreaking last whistle that blows out of the referee’s lips you’re willing to beg, to plead, to shed tears before God asking him for just one minute of freedom, one moment of victory, one goal! Your heart rests in the unreliable propinquity of your mouth, but you are unaware, your eyes are glued, spelled to remain focused on the twenty nine inch TV screen, just one goal, please! But as the clock ticks on you feel the belief slowly drain out of your system, the hurtful sensation of arriving loss. Your heart beats faster, the fluids in your body become wild, looking for refuge but finding none. The clock is still ticking, it’s surely over now, you can feel the sorrow and hurt flushing into your veins, and dreams of drowning in an ocean of whiskey slowly taking form in your disturbed mind. And then it rings in your ear, like the bells of Armageddon! It’s over, and you feel the emotions running up your spine hitting your brain like a hammer perfectly timed on a nail! The tears flush out, you could not hold them longer, and those invisible tears that torment you for days and days to come!
The coward will sit down and mumble his excuses, the courageous will remain silent, he knows, victory was never deserved! The coward will avoid his tears, the courageous will let them flow, will accept them, will face them. Tears of misery, tears of defeat, tears for a great belief being destroyed. No one, I tell you no one can understand such a sorrow, it is woven of a complex fabric that is unperceivable. The eleven heroes, turned villain in the matter of an hour. The mistakes you forgave but did not forget come to steal your dignity, to cause the urge to excuse in you! But no, they are to be denied, defeat was inevitable. So what do you do now? Scream to create an outlet for the emotion? Or remain silent and feel it burn at the skin of your heart, feel it drilling holes in your head leaving an eternal mark on your soul that you will never forget!
Football is an art that wins the hearts of billions. The art that God himself initiated!
Time helps you realize that though the men you believed in let you down, the flag of football still waves high, the beautiful game that tests the greatest of hearts, not to judge but only to strengthen, how beautiful a game is football?
The emotions portrayed by the beautiful game transcend even those ecstatic sensations of virgin romance and mystical experience! These are the emotions that connect man to his thirst to excel, his thirst to win, his natural instinct to compete, and football is the celebration of such emotion!
Tears are the building blocks of the game, the vital stepping stones and the ultimate teacher!
Victory is a great decoration, but defeat is being stripped of your ego. And a fact that the strongest of men fall at the feet of ego, not even they can hold back the tears of defeat!
How you wish you could rewind time, pray a little harder, believe a great deal more, but no, nature does not permit such comforts, these tears are inevitable!
The greatest sting of defeat is when it is unexpected! It comes like a thief to propagate its misery, its terrible emotion! The river of sorrow is mine to swim tonight.
Words are never worthy, but how beautiful a game is football?

Oh This Life?

Burning bushes,
Mirage wine,
Evil wishes,
Standing in line
Twisted notes,
Ringing in my ear
The flowers float,
Carrying my fear
Strands of Color,
Mysterious emotion,
Mirage sky,
Floating potions
Mechanical world,
Mysticism dead
Colored lies unfurled,
Love on its deathbed
The radiant thought,
From the other side
Light in the chaos,
When civilization has died

Bleeding Soul

Hate of man, the sharp-edged dagger,
Love of man, the sharpest dagger,
People, with words too many,
Ideas form the infinite river
Run run run the perpetual race,
The same old race,
The race of ages
It’s end unknown,
It slowly evolves,
Into a tremendous war,
The rivers of blood are flowing,
We’ve seen this before, we’ve seen this before!
Release the same arrows,
Now bullets from guns,
It happens again,
Be wise! Don’t partake in these wretched lies,
The soul of the universe slowly bleeds,
The hand of man eternally stained

Lying tongue, twisted demented,
Releases the mind,
Into a dimension of dementia
Oh divine liar,
Seated majestically upon,
The throne of democracy,
The hooded traitor
Foolish nation,
Wipe the sand, the heavy sand,
Of your blinded eyes, wake up!
The world welcomes,
The angels of hell,
The task-masters of today’s generation,
Evil world, wretched world!
The soul of the universe slowly bleeds,
The hand of man eternally stained

Is love in exile, or eternally dead?
Will she return?
Will she redeem?
But the door is closed,
She is not welcome,
Man gambled her beauty,
For lifeless stones,
Man gambled her innocence,
With the angels of hell
The flower of life,
Trampled upon,
By the blinded children,
Her petals destroyed,
Her fragrance lost
Love in exile,
Hear my prayer,
Answer the desperate voice in the desert
The world is in need,
In desperate need,
Your absence destroys,
Even the immortal soul
The soul of the universe is bleeding, bleeding!
The hand of man forever stained

A glimpse of the future,
In my dreams
A world ruled by intellect,
Conditioned intelligence
Where music has no place,
Poets burnt alive in oil,
Artists fried in city-size bowls,
Choice oils in which they’re bodies are dipped
Cruel world, what have you done?
Destroyed the essence of existence!
Celebrating the mortal,
Ignoring the eternal
The almighty being,
Will burn his creation,
With his saltless tears,
The creation that betrayed,
The creation that destroyed
The soul of the universe gradually bleeds,
The hand of man forever stained

Sunday Evening

Selvin collected the two dosages after which he arrived at Dr. Smith’s doorstep placing his fingers on the doorbell. In a minute the door snapped open, Selvin entered an enormous drawing room filled with replicas of middle-age works and a few ancient masterpieces. A glass of water was the only hospitality offered, after which Selvin and Dr. Smith ingested three hundred micrograms of LSD each.
The clock ticked past five in the evening following which the two made their way to an open terrace, ready to greet the swiftly approaching sunset. An hour had passed since the ingestion, the external world gradually begun to take a very different yet fascinating texture, the sun had begun to set on a comfortably warm Sunday evening.

Selvin: Smith, have you ever thought of tiling your terrace?
Dr. Smith: Yes, but I’ve never bothered, why?
Selvin: I don’t like the patterns that the concrete offers, they’re intricate but I just wonder what tiles would be like.
Dr. Smith: These colorful textures Selvin, are they a fragment of imagination or are they materially existent?
Selvin: Even considering the sublime capabilities of the human mind, I doubt it has the power to perceive the non-existent, the imagination is strong, but I doubt these visualizations are fragments of imagination.
Dr. Smith: Then how can we conclude with a logical explanation? These are practically invisible in the sober state!
Selvin: Wrong, correct methods of meditation produce more or less the same, although the time factor plays a role.
Dr. Smith: Can you explain these patterns then, their intricate shapes and colorful outlines?
Selvin: These exist independent of the human state of consciousness. It is only when the potential of the human mind is unleashed that these enter the realm of the mind’s perception. But people are too busy living the conditioned life, where rules narrow the field of perception. They are unaware of the mind’s ability. These colorful outlines and figures and shapes are always present, always there, but escape the eye of the common man, because he is too caught up with his social worries, he is too busy trying to satisfy the world rather than satisfy his being.
Dr. Smith: Selvin, all that I perceived as reality till today seems to have toppled upon itself! Why is it important for a man to perceive such things when his prior purpose is survival?
Selvin: Your head is filled with false ideas my friend, the prior purpose of man was never survival, that’s a misconception. Life is a celebration, not a struggle. Celebration is written all over creation! Look around you, dogs aren’t conquering land and murdering for game! Every animal struggles only for its necessities, conquers territory only if it is nature’s requirement, it was never the instinct of man to shed blood to gain land and territory! That is a result of falsely driven intellect.
Dr. Smith: So now what? Are we to preach to the world about this revolutionary drug that reveals truths unknown to the sober mind? Are we to tell them that here is LSD, sacred, divine, one dosage to fill your mind with aesthetic beauty and stunning realizations? The sober mind sees a leaf as it is, but the influenced mind seems to see the universe as a leaf!
I feel that I understand, but I know I have not completely. Perception takes the form of an infinite entity!
Selvin: The leaf as it truly exists is the infinite universe in the leaf itself. The ignorant man fails to understand! You can derive the truth from a simple green leaf, you can ponder over it for a minute and realize the simple truth that it offers, but no man has that minute to spare, he is too busy in his mundane world, he is an idiot, we’re all idiots, we’ve been conditioned as idiots. And no, this drug does not offer something that the sober mind cannot achieve on its own, yet another misconception!
Dr. Smith: Do you remember the bedazzled Mr. Huxley mentioning Bergson’s concept in his ‘The Doors Of Perception’?
Selvin: The fact that the human mind is eliminative and not productive?
Dr. Smith: Yes, that seems to make sense. What a fantastic discovery! Seems true, the brain has a filter that removes all the information irrelevant to survival. The whole reason why our potential is never unleashed wholly but only partially so we would not waste energy on things irrelevant to survival. Nature, magnificent!
Selvin: Yes! and when we gain the ability to manipulate that filter we unveil the long-hidden mysteries of existence.
Dr. Smith: So I believe this is a necessity for man then, his route to enlightenment, a little dosage of LSD, seems such an easy shortcut!
Selvin: You would be an idiot to believe that Smith.
Dr. Smith: I beg to disagree, but sobriety never offered me any productive realizations but only a pile load of worry to support on my head. In addition to that I think the sober man indulges too much in mundane affairs, he is too obsessed with the material world, he gives his being absolutely no time, man is the foolish intellectual, the shallow intellectual, he draws too many lines, his life is revolving too much about the logical, he reasons too much, he’s forgotten the beauty of intuition, he denies the divine spark, like you mentioned, he is an idiot!
Selvin: All that you say I cannot disagree with, but you can not blame sobriety for the ignorance of one’s being and you cannot credit intoxication for enlightenment.
How can such an immense experience like enlightenment depend on an external substance? Enlightenment is the result of great insight and self-understanding, perceiving the true meaning of existence, to gain such things you cannot be externally dependant! Such an enlightenment would be false, a blatant lie! To think that these substances offer even a pathway to whole enlightenment would be a blemish! True, these are doors to the other world, but only temporary doors, you cannot depend on them, and a man who has not indulged in these has missed out on nothing!
Dr. Smith: So what are you proposing?
Selvin: The first step to enlightenment is reaching the state of egolessness, it’s the first and most important step, the steps after that happen involuntarily! An intimate connection with your conscience and a complete realization of your being and existence is what leads you to enlightenment! Do not blame the sober mind, blame the ignorant mind!
And don’t put your innocent faith and trust in intellect and logic and reason, they’re boundaries, nothing more, if we tie ourselves to the ground, how can we fly?

Lies And Beyond

Have a look at these treacherous people, poisoning the innocent minds of children with all the lies that have trickled down generations!
Filling the hearts of children with despicable desires, flooding their minds with poisoned waters!
Do not look into the eyes of a child and tell him that life is about competition, and life is a struggle, and life has boundaries and limits, and most importantly, do not tell him not to touch the fire! For unless the child feels the painful heat that a fire radiates, how will he understand that it is dangerous?
It is the natural instinct of every young animal to disobey, simply for the ecstatic joy that comes out of disobedience! This fact is inevitable but why is it so?
It is because the rules set by society are nothing but filters of creativity! No child wants his creativity filtered! He wants it expressed as whole!
And the joy that creativity gives a man is something unparalleled!
Over the millenniums, society has developed itself into a disciplinarian that will even murder just to ensure order! Unfortunate that even the greatest man has never known what order truly is, neither do I. For if we men knew what order and harmony was, why would the seas be waging war against us?
Over the years, the behavior of man has assumed a very pretense quality!
Only a fifth of this great population avoids indulgence in imitation and pretension!
Look around you, all the phonies! Pretending, always pretending, to be more or less than who they truly are. And I wouldn’t blame them! We’ve all been brought up that way! To pretend to be someone who is compatible with society! Neither will I blame the people who brought me up, this accusation is against the human society(which includes me) as a whole!
Life has been falsely conceived as a race where victory is available to only a few!
A race with too many regulations, too many limitations! Giving very little space for improvisations!
One evening God summoned me to the Garden of Eden and I sat with him on a bench somewhere in a corner. I questioned the great old being about this whole survival of the fittest concept. He broke into a child-like laughter and explained, ‘Son, since when has man been a good judge? Survival of the fittest is the fabric with which nature is sewn, but only nature has the right to judge who the fittest is, and once man takes such a complex judgment into his own hands, he will realize that global warming is indeed, only nature warming up before the real game begins’.
It is my ambition to create a device called the phony meter, nice, compact and portable. I could carry it around in my pocket. And every time I meet somebody, the device would indicate the extent of the man’s phoniness! It would probably explode in a day due to overload!
We must make an effort to understand, that the purpose of life lies not in proof of dominance and accumulation of wealth but in the appreciation of every speck of creation around us. For example, hold a leaf in your palm and notice the intricate patterns on its surface, don’t just see it as green but see it as GREEN. Admire its uniqueness, the sheer brilliance in every detail, and you will be overwhelmed with a supernatural sense of wonder which brings to heart the most craved for happiness.
Why are we running a non-existent race?
The average human interaction with material is at a maximum level, but the interaction is not whole but indeed, foolishly absent-minded.
When you eat, don’t just eat for the sake of it, but perceive the food that you eat, admire the delicious sumptuous food that enters your body. The point at which I am arriving is, remain conscious of all that you do, do not make things a habit! Habit is evil! There are no such things as good habits, anything that is a habit is evil! Because once you are unaware, you are just wasting energy. When you indulge in a beautiful action, remain aware of it and extract all the joy that it offers you. The minute you are unconscious of the action, you lose the intimate control that you had over it and then you realize that you do not enjoy as much anymore.
The reality that we live in today is a filtered and conditioned truth, and no man wants truth to be conditioned!
Do not fear the man who is the critic, for in his inability to create he has taken up the post of the critic! Remain true to the purpose of your existence and begin to create a new world, one with no limits, one fabricated with love and laughter, ruled by justice which needs not a book to be governed but just a man who has unlocked his full potential.
Such a man is just one step beneath the almighty God.
Don’t put your faith in a government or a church but put your faith in yourself and in God who dwells within you, for every government and every church are made of bricks that are nothing but men. You will not find God in buildings and idols, you will not find God in rivers and waterfalls, these are mere symbols that serve as a sign to the least extent.
God is within, do not conceptualize life and sit down and judge what is possible and what is not! When man learns to take care of himself, he has taken care of the world.
Open your eyes, realize!

Trickle

Despot queen, on her throne,
Her fearsome will grips the land
Heads of the enemy on a platter,
Warfield sand still on hair strands
Sickening gift to tune the queen’s face,
Into an indeed, twisted smile
The violent desires of our ancestors,
Have trickled down onto their children
The desire to destroy, to make things bleed,
Cook a dish of blood and bone in a cursed old cauldron
The hearts of half the magnificent world,
Fail to find ease in the art of peace
Thoughts on the path of selfish want,
Revenge is empty unless he bleeds

The bearded king, at the heart of battle,
The sparkling sword his right hand wields,
The war is not over till dominance is proved,
Terminate the opposition, plunder the gold fields
Outrageous human, wants the whole Earth,
What more does he own than the ground his feet cover?
The greed of our ancestors, have trickled onto their children,
Gain more land, kill all in the way, foe, friend or lover
Wealth has no value if it costs scarlet blood,
Why the wealth of stones than that of peace?
Why the wealth of metals than that of love?
But no! Bring the other king down on his knees

The raging tempest brings sorrowful news,
The mother of the Earth is in great distress
Her most beautiful child has cruelly betrayed her,
Gambling with the Earth, like pawns in chess
The rage of the heavens trickles down upon the land,
The rocks are rebelling, the seas in outrage
Violence feeds the forgotten souls,
Love locked up in a ten-foot cage
Look, they condition the new born child,
To be like every other, to repeat mistakes of old
And one great poet who was born in a palace,
Died in the gutter, because he was bold

Misery drizzles gently upon the land,
Sorrow trickles into the heart of humanity
And after the needle has crossed the last minute,
All races won on Earth will be of vanity
Where the energy that was, is now no one knows
But all that remains is a feast for the ants
And it don’t matter what last respects you give,
He might go to hell, don’t bury him in cotton pants
All left of a man, are the deeds of love he did,
For love has the knack to create an eternal memory
End the old violence, and the desire for lifeless stones,
Feel the Earth’s blessings, trickle upon you in a flurry

Conscience

What is the underlying aspect of every human ‘being’ that separates him or her from the surrounding environment and other organisms or beings?
It is the complex intelligence that governs the human organism that makes it special.
This underlying or I must say dwelling-within complex intelligence existing in every human, seems to be accepted in society merely as a fictional concept instead of a vital truth. The world is running a race whose finish is undetermined, and the only possibility of determining the finish is a clear-cut understanding of our conscience.
Technology is flying out of the boundaries of safe control and concern for this dangerous problem seems to be the least! Men are still flaunting their shiny stones and valued paper by investing in temporary foolish dreams instead of investing time in nourishing what is really important! For too long this world has remained ignorant of conscience and spirituality, adding fuel to the fires of materialism at every opportunity found.
Extremism has always failed the human race. One extreme is the insanely materialistic society and the other is a fanatically fake spiritual society. Moderation is a necessity.
A harmonious blend of spirituality and science is necessary. This is the only path to understanding purpose and existence. Existence and life is a productive output of energy.
The complex energy that forms the human conscience, immortal, inevitable! The governor of this conscience is the inevitable divine, unfathomable, beyond logic and understanding. If the world continues to live in its den of ignorance, the evils in society will continue, and life will only be a celebration of failure and lies.
This world is purposed to be a garden of love! This is an undeniable fact that is proved in every sign of life on the Earth. Look at the flowers, the beautiful trees, the intrinsic unique insects, mammals, amphibians and water-life! All portray beauty, all portray the divine, all portray love, and their existence is a contribution to universal consciousness. But none of these can compare with the human contribution to universal consciousness. The human soul is the image of the greatest intelligence that is the divine, from which we understand the human’s instinct and natural ability to create.
By losing this understanding, man’s mind has been corrupted. The harmony between mind, body and soul has been disturbed. The cycle has been disturbed!
Man is creating to destroy, living to die and loving (untruthfully) to hate!
The politicians are camouflaging vital truths with their insanely intelligent lies!
Democracy has been infiltrated, nature has been disturbed, and the future years will only face the required revenge of nature.
Man is to indulge in the spiritual realm of his being to come out of this grave danger, man is to plead forgiveness from nature, from the divine. Created perfect, but corrupted and lost, he is still pretending to be living in the Garden of Eden when actually he is living in the painful depths of hell.
Money has proved a curse rather than a blessing. A great idea, falsely executed, cruelly exploited and another mistake of man.
Any obsession is foolish, any possessive attitude is wrong! Like the Gita reveals, you enter this world with nothing and the same way you shall leave it.
It is the immense obsession and desire for money that has led men to execute foolish deeds of violence spreading negative energy, only degrading universal consciousness.
If you work towards becoming a source of positive energy, the divine will reward you.
To explain this with modern logic and reason would be a blemish, but man has become so modern that he has lost that vital primitive perception that is so dear to his conscience.
Considering ancient methods of logic, it is a fact that when you give good, you will be returned with good.
Look around you! Everything deserves love! You are a machine of love that is creating hate! You are stepping outside the natural circle of life and it is resulting in only your own misery. Every human is a dot on the circumference, and God is the centre of the great celebration that we call existence. Even if one person falls out, the circle is incomplete.
Be conscious, realize the truth. Open your mind to the relativity that exists between the material and the immaterial! Even existence has a polarity. One side is the material, and the other is the immaterial. When you connect the wires, the current will flow!
Close your eyes, realize!