Surreal

 Of all the things that could be

What it is, is only what it is

Endless possibilities becoming

 One history with no stopping

  

Things in the right place

  Precise, coherent, and perfect

For the melodrama to unfold,

   Epic, exotic, and ultimate

Majestic invariant tunes 

For the ever new orchestra 

With all honesty admit I've to

  It's way too surreal, way too. 

A Beautiful Mind

Sharp, Gentle sense of Humor,

 Only a brilliant mind can possess

Work of art precise yet graceful,

   Peak of mind that is resourceful 

You're not with us anymore,

   Yet, your work saves our labor

A beautiful mind you're,

   Rest in Peace, Sir. 

Creator and Created

Created for and as indulgence

  Serving eternal instincts

Lived beyond original impulse

Improves and betters

Means of victory progeny is

Cheating the inevitability

The goal shall be pursued

Baton passed on

Created surely surpasses 

Creator and Created on the Arena

Harmony? or Hegemony?

The course of Karma ensues

Union

Inspired by and as a tribute to Russell

Absolute and Independent

Beauty and truth realized

An Existence of abstractness

Above ideas, above desires

Peace of mind beautiful and lasting

An utter calmness prevailing

An experience to live and die for

A sweet reality forever after 

Weakness too has weaknesses

Limitation too has limitations

Austere and sublime it surely is

The Sense of Being more than Man 

Restart

After a break of few months, I'm posting again. When I started this blog, I thought, I would be able to write at least one poem per week. As I realize now, at best I can write one poem per month.  Will try to be more regular from now on. Hope you are enjoying this blog. 

Thank you 

Coherence

Has to be so, for it is so real
  Vindicated and is aptly beautiful.
Coherent, consistent and elegant
  Harmony of elements extravagant.

Can't stop wondering if it is staged
  The ray falls where the eye is placed.
How so such order from randomness
  An eternal direction toward coldness.

An orchestra of composable elements
  Unfolds to the majestic invariant tunes.
Emerged new Being is surely coherent
  New tune synthesized -cycle permanent. 

The Hero

You got cursed again and again

 In truest sense, they went in vain.

Killed you blessed by sages and gods

 Though his methods and goals at odds.

 Someone else's thumb you didn't need

   Only thing you knew was to give indeed.

 You had a shield that meant to protect

   That you gave to someone with a pretext.

Your teacher was sleeping on your lap

  Suffered the insect biting, saved his nap.

He woke up and gave something in return

   A cruel curse that you will forget the lesson.

In the name of Dharma they fought the war

 You had a word to keep and a trust to fight for.

They changed their ways and won the crown

  Generosity had gained synonym of the noun.