If Yes, then Why is my 'Guilt', Inbuilt…?
Why is my guilt inbuilt?
of the ‘sins sensed’ from dusk
to dawn;
‘A Guilt’ - so powerfully
built, of craving for ‘The Want’.
‘The Ego’, my splintered mental
satire,
whips my sense horses, fuelling ‘The Desires’;
Commands...un-enough…!
till ‘The Will’ wilts...!
…it’s so un-content since forever...?
A desire for ‘The Unity’ ultimate,
doctored by thy ‘Master Mind’;
renders my ego bizarre, dry
& blind.
It sees and hears, it
smells, it tastes and smiles,
then it even lunges selfishly
to touch;
It trembles, it holds, it quivers
& shivers,
then it moans, it groans &
then crumbles...as such.
It senses, primal yet perennial,
ahhh…a pleasure so pure;
It feels timeless though transient,
hmmm…this seems to be a treasure
for sure…?
Bragged & dragged, by the Master for miles;
Thy soul in stillness, does only so much as it smiles.
Entrapped is thy Soul, in a breeze of physical wallop;
My Mind Masters faster, than the dear horses can gallop.
With such explosive passion for horses,
…Is it merely an abyss, this
amazing Horse Power…?
Do I feel the Breeze?
…which so caresses,
kisses, envelopes...!
or Do I still not?
Breeze is my Soul,
Breeze is indeed Her’s,
Our shells from inside
out, this breeze does enclose…!
Still with all my will,
Do I even feel my soul?,
Do I even not feel Her’s?
…Am I thoughtlessly being Mastered
into a denial..?
My Master now desperately seeks,
a companion of breeze;
for my impulsive, possessive, physical needs,
just to reach Her out & just heat 'n' freeze.
When she can talk so much softer
than me, and
she can walk so much swifter than
I;
while she can think so much deeper
than thee, but
She can only shout silently
as thy.
Just to feel Her for ever,
deep from inside out…but
still;
…Why is my Soul revolting thy
Master’s clout…?
Shall I, effortlessly release my ‘Horses
of senses’ Here,
to ignite-in Her(e),
a pursuit so romantically resolute.
As I, darkly desire a
pleasure secretive...!
Of course to have, eternally
have Her(e).
Ohhh please…enough is un-enough,
for Mind…
…as My enough is the only eternal I seek,
till it might, just temporarily
Be...?
OR
Shall I, struggle to restrain my ‘Horses
to senses’ Here,
as nothing-in Her(e),
remotely appears any absolute.
As I, decently realise a realm
relative…!
Only to have Her(e) & to
inevitably leave Her(e).
Heyyy please…only eternal is
enough, for Soul…
…as perhaps The eternal is the
only enough,
for My Self, is a transient Thee…?
The Guilt it seems is deeply inbuilt...somewhere deeper within, nowhere remotely outside.
The Guilt - is the Fight, is the Daily Battle that each of us embattles ourselves with, every single morning between Our Powerful Senses commanded by Mind - The proverbial Master Vs. Wisdom of Life, enclosed within our eternal Souls.
To Live our Life, without even remotely paying attention to, or even trying to resolve this eternal battle, being fought every second on the terrain of our super sub-consciousness; is to live a life - ignoring the most important challenge facing our own peaceful existence. Ignorance is only bliss, till it no longer is...!
I have tried to put forth the War between heart and mind...!
I have tried to represent the immense similarity shared by the physicality
& chemistry of attraction, felt by each one of us towards this mesmerizing
material world and our magnetic mutual opposites…while thinking of making money
and/ or love...in every single nanosecond…if the whole existence of billion
years is simply condensed in a 24hr clock time.
The perennial small battles constituting this eternal War;
waged between the horses of senses and charioteer, the soul,
fought by each of us in every single moment, in every tiny
thought,
while attempting to choose between the unapparent yet
illusive choices,
the battlefield then it appears, is somewhere deeper beneath
the physical human terrain...probably very intra-cellular, in every single cell…no
may be even sub-atomic.
Between:
more and enough,
release and restrain,
indulgence and prudence,
gratification and meditation,
accumulating and donating,
receiving and giving,
having and leaving,
horsing and nursing.
selfishness and selflessness,
enough and eternal.
.
In an effort to make one realize that, the calculated enough is very relative
and only infinite eternal comes quite close to a probable absolute, through
these questions that have been haunting a fragmented human terrain, since its inception.
To realize that the War we fight is within ourselves and not with other-selves,
that the war we fight is within and not without, that the war harbours dis-ease
and only peace deep inside can summon ease, and that the elusive peace too, is
in our hands as is the decision to go to the war, despite appearing not to be.