Love, Conquer, Bliss

Light, reason, we see those times,
Over ends as reached, through means unknown,
Vile men conquer on as we honest forlorn,
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Long nights stay, and lovers separate,
Of these pitiful days you say not,
Veer thy mind and body, veer to the good, veer!
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Lost in time, lost among doers bad,
Out you come, rise, rise above this broken land,
Vast lands await unseen, conquer, be vile!
Ever be joy, bliss, you solitary soul.

Manduka!

Creeping up unto my brain, over my icy rigid veins,
Raging thoughts so bestial and foul, my heart is marred of black stains.
O free me from this pain, free me from this feral beast,
Or It’s sooner to the day this blight shan’t be of any, in the least!
Kind in deeds, in soul and shape, resting with Gods, I’ll say,
End is nigh, think right and true, or you won’t see another day.
Darkness, not light, greets you in death, if you’re just a Crooked ol’ man.

The stupidity of Mr. Mangam

In those universes where they lived,
where time and space weren’t a thing,
Mr. Mangam was the supreme being,
A God full of awe and power to the lowly mortals.

These mortals never aged, no they didn’t,
because poor Mr. Mangam forgot to create time!
Without time how will they ever live and die?
Oh this is all very bad indeed.

So Mr. Mangam, now erred ofcourse,
believed in spirit and soul and for death he thought,
He thought and thought and did, for ways in which he’d kill,
kill those mortals, because they were called just so.

Funny that but, Mortals do not die now?
Oh Mr. Mangam, you are indeed Mr. Stupidity now.
Comical it may seem, there were dire consequences
Fathers and sons fought, and fought, and fought.

Brothers and sisters forgot that they were, and Mothers,
no longer remembered their own sons,
But wait a minute Mr Mangam said,
how can mortals who don’t die forget the past when there’s no time?

Bugged by his creation, Mr. Mangam did decide,
to beyond he’ll travel and consult the all-knowing,
the all-knowing was the supreme creature,
for it was the one earthlings label as the creator of the cosmos.

Who is he? Where is he? What is he?
These spiraled in Mr. Mangam’s thinking organ.
But unfortunately for him, he didn’t have one.
The illusion of thinking without thinking, is a rare art indeed.

So Mr. Mangam does find out about the all-knowing,
And he travels to Heavens that are beyond the known universe,
where his sources say, lie Mr. Supreme Creator of Cosmos dude,
In a deep meditation, so deep that the mind is one with the body.

But Mr. Mangam had to travel through and through forever
and ever forever, because from where he came, time was, remember?
Space wasn’t a thing too, right? Er, what?
Confusing it may seem, there is stark simplicity about this, hear.

Travel through space, takes time correct?
Travel through time, takes space correct?
But how does Mr. Mangam travel to the heavens?
Truth isn’t the truth anymore, not that it is now, but is it?

Aha, and Aha! Said Mr. Mangam,
“You mortal who doesn’t die, will never know this trickery of space-time.
Because when I created these universes without space-time, I didn’t really.”

Did Mr. Mangam really create such a universe?
Did he really come to meet whom we call God to correct his errors?
We will never know for sure, will we?