THE OCEAN INSIDE

It’s the ocean , I know its sound
Those are the waves
Always different yet the same !
Deep inside they destroy
They mother the invalid reasons
But they are not unknown to me
The currents ! I can feel it .
ever don’t they recognize each other
its the infinite that flows in to its vastness
there isn’t any faces nor any stories
when I search for the limits at which they origin
I hear the great ocean , a whisper of thousand years !
I am going to swim across that waves
To splash through its immense strength !
Let me be disobedient to those whispers
For I am the ocean ; I cannot stop.

BISWAJITH.

THE DUALITY OF BEING !

HAVE YOU EVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE DUALITIES IN LIFE. BECAUSE IT SERVES TO STABILIZE YOUR VISION DEFERENT FROM WHAT IT IS NOW.
LETS HAVE A CLOSER LOOK ON THEM. LIGHT AND DARKNESS, LIFE AND DEATH, BELIEF AND DISBELIEF AND THE PROMINENT MALE AND FEMALE.

WHATS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARKNESS, IF WE SAY DARKNESS AS THE ABSENCE OF LIGHT WE ARE NEGATING DARKNESS AND THERE IS ONLY LIGHT.
ITS THE DEGREE OF LIGHT THAT GAVE BIRTH TO ANOTHER STATE OR GIVES THE IMPRESSION OF ANOTHER STATE. INSTEAD OF LIGHT WHAT IF WE START FROM
THE DARKNESS-- THEN THERE IS NOT ANY LIGHT, ONLY A STATE OF LESSER DARKNESS TO DEFINE.




EVERY EXISTENCE IN ITS GENERALITY IS IN A BIPOLAR CONTINIUM, ITS THE LESSER DEGREES THAT WE OFTEN FORGET THAT DECIDES THE IDENTITY OF A DEFFERENT BEING.
LIKEWISE DEATH IS THE END OF LIFE AND LIFE THE BEGENNING OF DEATH, AND YOUR BELIEF IS THE DISBELIEF OF SOMETHING AND YOUR DISBELIEF -- IS THE BELIEVING !!

YOU ARE A MAN BECAUSE THE FEMALE IN YOU IS LESS,AND YOU ARE A WOMAN FOR THE MALE INSIDE IS SLEEPING.


BUT IT SEEMS WE ARE CONFUSED WITH THIS GRAND SCHEME OF OPPOSITES. AND WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE CONFUSED ALSO.
ITS THIS OPPOSITES THAT HAD TURNED OUR EVOLUTION,ITS THE ILLUSION OF DARKNESS THAT MADE US WORSHIP LIGHT AND THE INVISIBILITY OF DEATH MADE US LOVE LIFE.
AND THERE IS INFINITE DUALITIES THATS AROUND AND INSIDE OF US. A BILLION POSSIBILITIES TO DEFINE THE TRUTH , A THOUSAND REASONS TO ASSERT AN ERROR,[ an error is an
assumed right attached particularly to an incorrect situation ]







THE EXACTNESS OF HAPPINESS IS HARD TO DEFINE FOR YOU CAN ONLY KNOW HAPPINESS IF YOU TOUCH AND CHERISH SADNESS INSIDE ,
BUT UNDERSTANDING THE OPPOSITES IN THIS CONTEXT IS HELPFULL. IF YOU STREACH YOUR ARMS INSIDE YOUR INNER SADNESS YOU WILL FIND THE KEY TO THE OPPOSITE.
THE KEY TO SADNESS IS THE POSSESION. WE ARE SAD BECAUSE WE POSSES SOMETHING AND THE RELATIVE DEPREIVATION OF IT DETERMINES THE SEQUENCE .
WE ARE SAD BCOS WE COMPARE THE PRICED POSSESIONS OF OURS WITH OTHERS,IT CAN BE AN EMOTION A MATERIAL A THOUGHT . IF YOU ARE SAD OF LONELINESS
IT IS THE POSSESION OF VIBRANT MODE OF OTHERS THATS CAUSING THE DISCOMFORT.YOU HAVE DEFINED WHATS VIBRANT AND WHAT IS NOT ; THAT IS YOUR POSSESION,
THATS WHAT YOU HOLD AND YOU UNKNOWINGLY MEASURE YOUR MEAGER HOLDINGS WITH THE OTHERS,FROM THE PROFUSION YOU HAVE CREATED A CONCEPT AND BY THE POSSESION
OF THAT CONCEPT YOU ARE LONELY . LET GO THE POSSESION AND YOU SEE THE PROFUSION AND IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SEE THE PROFUSION ,YOU DONT HAVE TO BE A PART OF THE
PROFUSION ; YOU ARE THE PROFUSION.







BISWAJITH SREENIVASAN.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

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Its interestingto know how we flow from one state of mind to another,the shifting patterns of bliss,

lightfulness and featherlike to mundane weightfulness and to sorrow and despiration.

We find different words in history ,melodies in music and compositions in literature which dwells in

detail regarding these shades. If one is involved in this . The very presence of flow will be absent to

him; A flow in its essence always represents a continuity of one to another, a flow does not

recognise difference or what we mean by difference.

The flow sees the differing as the same - which is streached through existence - A design of infinite values

Of wonder...The one who sees the difference is the one who is static.His entire inner whole is in

Apprehension towards the greater whole.his nerves his muscles even his payers stand in opposition

to this naturality that sorrounds him and alas his soul starts battling,It is this inability which declines to

see the flow ,the naturalitywhich in turn had neccessitated the birth of a wonderful child--

Called - RELIGION.

I have always wondered seeing him grow, when he gives solace to his parents,

When he makes them do all kinds of things just to assure something the child and the parent

confuse with -- love - The greater its abstraction greater will be its manifestation.

rector

" Today I want to speak about--- rector"

its been a while, i dont know the exact position of him. but i am sure he is around ,perplexing and wandering

in and arouund every one . he is so adamant in his existence , it was he who made me think about a wonderful

story about our own inner fears.

rector - is a symbol . he is not for the unimaginative, or for the obstinate socialite.

If you are busy with your rationaity - rector is invisible to you

it doest mean that rector accompanies only the mooners or introverts ,it only means rector sees the one who sees

beyond oneself.

consider yourself sitting beneath the tree . if your immediate question for what?

you are away from him congrats.

and if you simply read the sentence without considering to sit - rector sees you as one among

millions waiting to cross the street in a busy evening.

and if you sitting and watching the movement of the leaves ,the gentle whisper it makes

i am sure he will be beside you without you noticing it . and i am sure he will talk may be next time .....

- A metropolis

I drown and listen in to this land,
preplexed by its audacity.

Of its hybrid passions it crawls in to the distant time.
The unending train of humans;
And in perfect invisible circles they march.
The innumerable burning wheels were turning
An eternal flow of electricity
when the cold winds reminds that
its an evening, i lighted a cigar ,in search for an answer
Oh , i have traveled alot from the quiet drizzle
It seems i am apart from my own frienzied rain.

The dust flies high in the high erections
It carries along the message of uncertainty.
To eclipse all i dreamt of a lightning,
Sweetened by its hightened suddeness;
so that i can scream, in perfect harmony
To the city which is beneath.

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The grassblades were burning by the music of heat
And the green was dissolving,
In to my shades flames enter,it flies through my body flesh.
The rivers in to which my body rest evaporate!
I see all through their eyes and towards them
Without mercy my tangled roots entered;
The moving bodies of flesh and light.
In that mystic wind of time,my pollens
search for an unknown independence.
Away from the usual seasons of eternal man
I walked along the path of improbable balance,
Of hope of belief and disbelief .

And when i hear the night praying
In the silence of the snow;
I know thats its me that i have to fear....

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Today the clouds spoke of desperation,
the greater search of the beings beneath
Not every drop is meant for flow
To some trapped in crystaline glitter!
others move in impeccable ocean.
There is light with passion and wind
beyond that are the roots of life
extending and capturing towards you
A multiplicity thats even beyond
What else to do than to rise and evaporate
To appreaciate this exactness of overwhelming flow.