Siva Bhanga, 22 kwietnia 2012
Experience is God.
Wisdom is God.
God is always first without you even knowing it.
Actually we have only forgotten
And that is the Sin.
If Experience is not God, Then How can it be the best teacher?
If wisdom is not God, Why is everyone chasing after it?
Wisdom is the key.
Siva Bhanga, 29 stycznia 2012
Where Krsna lies, felicity
abounds with pure simplicity
with loving sensibility
and all serve Him with humility
But when a living entity
rejects his true identity
and out of sheer stupidity
surrenders to cupidity
He looses all sagacity
and with it, all capacity
to understand reality
or curb his sensuality
Abandoning humility
he touts(praises) his own ability
forgetting his capability
and fortune’s volatility(changeability)
Immersed in assimility (stupidity)
for what seems an infiinity
of lives of piety
he suffers in anxiety
Till contact with God’s devotee
perhaps of utmost brevity (short time)
awakens his affinity
for words of divinity
Perceiving the futility
of all his imbecility (stupidity)
the soul regains his sanity
and cast away his vanity
Endowed with more humility
he serves with all ability
and growing spontaneity
his guru and deity
Regaining his identity
the wayward living entity
returns to the fraternity
of Krsna, for eternity.
Siva Bhanga, 24 grudnia 2011
I asked her for a dance but she said she was too tired
The next thing i knew she was on the dance floor with someone else, i don't think she was hired
I thought she liked me she was the only one i admired
Sometimes i used to think our souls were kind of wired
Together to eternity but that was just a sick obsession i acquired
From staring into her prickly eyes and fantasying about those juicy lips. O! my dreams are shattered
Behind her i stood and wept, because now to her i never mattered
Then there i was alone in the middle of the dance-floor. My sight became blurry and scattered
All at once i felt cold from my feet to my head. My teeth chattered
My stomach rumbled then i farted
But no one bothered
I felt like a plant species not yet discovered
just then she looked back at me. What? Did she hear it? the music was so loud at first. i feel ashamed as my head lowered
I said to myself 'you must be the devil.' Then she nodded
O' My God now my heart pounded. My heart which was wounded pounded
I turned around to have a seat at the counter and then i realized it wasn't me she was looking at. Rather her chauffeur who behind me waited
So it means she wasn't even seeing me. I had been wasted
It was time for her to go, and for me it was time for courage to be mastered
She walked toward my direction. so beautiful i thought she had to be escorted
This is my chance i said
But no luck, she tugged on to the silly guy instead
Now the silly look on my face had to be smothered
I watched them as they walked hand in hand. My head again lowered
Then i watched them as they departed
She left me. She left me brokenhearted
Siva Bhanga, 24 grudnia 2011
I was in my big brother's dream but i curse my position there
This dream cannot come true, Why is life so unfair
Maybe i should forget about it NO i wouldn't dare
I'm going out tonight, to face my deepest fear
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