Vivekananda and Ice Cream

Master eats ice cream;

We too ? No, ice cream eats us;

He eats, a Master!

Or

Vivekananda ate ice cream.

We too ? No, ice cream eats us.

He ate, a Master!

On board Kovai Express; 5/6/2002

The Yatcht

The grand old yatcht merrily cruises

Full regalia, glossy painted colours

The captain puts up a gallant face

Acts with flair, winning talk, all ace

But, oh, the gay ship leaks out and in

Oil oozes out, water seeps incessantly in

Peril ahead, beware, skipper Mind !

Glibness, brinksmanship `s better left behind

You've ridden too many ladders high

Maybe, the gaping python mouth's nearby;

Plug the holes, out with cloying worldliness

Out the noxious slicks of sense pleasures

Shut the seepage of soapy emotion

Plug into the Whole that sets all in motion !

23/4/2003

Scolding

Scolding, just, unjust, all sorts

Have inured my skin, made it thick

I am the favourite whipping horse

Of all folks, small and big

They think they can take it on me

All their pent up steamy excrescence

Nobody cares to hear me

If at all, they do with condescendence

I am everybody’s punching bag

Favoured punch for their laughs

I can’t afford to explode, so I’m tame and slack

Worst of all, my adopted philosophs'

Holds me responsible in every aspect

Oh, for a healthy ounce of rage, fight and self-respect!

6/7/2002; Direct into computer; 7.29 p.m.

Tree

The tree stood solid, vast before me

A branch hung low, teasing me

Daring me to have a tug at it

I pulled playfully and that act

Started a whole chain

The branch coiled in

Like an elephants proboscis

It disappeared, my heart gave a miss

The branch went first, next the tree

In its place, a huge vibrating energy

It shook me, I woke up in wonder

At the vision Ive been under

Under an interlinked canopy of power we live

More than this to see I squint and strive

6/7/2002 for 5/04/2002; 9.o4 a.m.

Smoke

This smokescreen makes

The greatest lie of the Greatest Truth

Makes white into black

White is the all, black is nil

The All become nothing

But black really reflect on the other side

It absorbs all and shows all but on the reverse

We need to pierce this screen

To see it as All from behind

Or pray for the screen to reveal

My Black Mother plays a game

Seek the All in Her; She is two-in-one

All and Nil, White and Black

Are Her twin facets, front and back

4/7/2002; 7.58 p.m. Direct into computer

Kitty

Kitty mews softly

Mom-cat places it on master’s bed

Kitty sleeps soundly

Next, mom puts it in an empty shed

Some are kitty and God their Mommy cat

She knows which’s the safest place

Their task just to mew and that

will bring Her to them and with Her, Peace

Some are born monkey

They cling hard to their mother

As she leaps from tree to tree

Risks great, to fall down to worlds nether

Repeated births as monkey

Bring the kitty out of the junkey

3/7/2002; 1.04 a.m. Direct into computer

Rise is the last word

I am an Advaitin

I am taught that God is in every one

I see God in all directions

All my dealings are worshipful motions

I bumble along in love with God

I am not humble, I confront God

Unity I sense vaguely now

Never mind, not far, the all know-how

The dream ll break in a minute or day

Break it must, so all scriptures say

Easy words under good breeze, no headache

So be it, let armchair, sad broodings break

In my chair, on my feet, Ill practice

A thousand falls, the last word is, rise

My friend is God, foe a frightful mask

I frighten at `boo but to rise is my task

My friend doesnt part, Its God eternal

Infinity covers all loves ephemeral

Who am I ? My weakness a myth

Its a disease, this, my fearing death

There is a catch in my strange situation

Never mind falls, to rise is my vocation

A game thou playest with me

But thy clues : Eternal love and service free

I may stumble, but rise I will

Rise is the only word in my bible

I'm `die-game for thee

Thou high and mighty

I'm not to be slighted, I, thy play mate

Lose pawns I may, but its I who says `check mate

3/7/2002 for 2/7/2002; 12.32 a.m. Direct into computer

Stone

Bruised, I rushed that I could draw comfort from

The soft lap of declared friendship

He was soft all round, but for me, no room

In his bosom, I discovered, a hard stone chip

‘nother talks of law and order

Which has shrunk the space in his heart;

A keeper of the Law's corner stone, a jail warder,

His Masters soldier playing his part

I turn to God, run to the shrine

Cry my woes before the Deity

My dead stone of despair stay, no gain

God before me remains stony

With stone pierced hurt in me,

I bang against stone everywhere;

Search the world in bended knee

To quench with a drop, from somewhere

The invalid convalesces

Tries walking, never lets go the prop

The stony docs and nurses

Snatch it, let it drop

So, Ma, my head sees you

Behind all these stony facades

May my bruised heart too

Burst these blinding blockades

2/7/2002 for 1/7/2002; Direct into computer; 1.18 p.m.

A dialogue:

Lament :

In these wavy waters I ride my boat

I fight the strong waves and try best to bolt

Waves sweep inside and drench me with sorrow

Leaving me exhausted scooping out, oh!

The waters sometimes rocks me softly as cradle

Smooth goes the lifeboat with gentle paddle

In this dual throng of sorrows and joy

Life goes on with no purpose, aye!

Answer:

Thou art of the same substance as water

This body-mind, thy boat is meant to shatter
To fight, thy station, results no matter

The waters are immortal Infinity

Thy body-mind houses a spark, tiny

A jokers game, splitting one into many

Water in a pot

Rides a jolly boat

To fall into its sea host

30/6/2002; Direct into computer

Time

Time!

What is time?

Time as History and Time as my life

In History Time has evolved Life

Time causes backslides, involutions

Corruptions, causing revolutions

Life, Nations, Civilizations

On the march with patience

Ahead, fall back, ad infinitum

`s the dreary dull story of Time

Me in time!

I tumble, walk, and mime

Look out, gobble, grasp

In friendship hands clasp

Joyful togetherness

But Time separates

Joy subsides, wallow in gloom

Despairing to sight a bloom

Joyful, sad, ad nauseam

Thats the tale of my lifes Time

Joys and sorrows of selves or nations

Are waves of Times oceans

Its a steed, we rarely try to ride

Some do dare to sit over its rough hide

It runs at their will

Or at their word lie still

89. Time, a rough ride, dare you still

Soon runs at your will

At your word stands still

29/6/2002; direct to computer;