Madness

World taboos it,
keeps it clinical,
but the life want's it,
in all its glory,

the rush of water,
is how its sweeps,
what it rushes out,
it all seems stupid,

the designs of sanity,
the rules and the loopholes,
all seem fleeting,
the success and failure,
becomes ridiculous,
when insanity is on the surge,

it all seems like life bursting,
from the cage of logic,
in this excillerating scape,
the saner you are,
the lesser it jolts,

but poor guys,
the big big things,
are temping to make you sane,
you control this insanity,
you ask it to shut up,
you box it down by guilt,embarrassment, social response,
you feel ashamed at people denigrating you,
for they think you are overacting or getting hyper,
so what if it is acting,drama,dramaqueen?,
arn't these logical pauses a big act?,
its just that this drama, doesn't fit in
your logical drama,
but poor you, you can't get rid of it
because in the scintilating palaces of glory you make,
the emptiness howls and cries for nothing, but insanity,

So lets not be afraid of insanity,
flirting with your life of sanity,
rather be afraid of sanity,
flirting with insanity

the guilt, the fear, the anxiousness,
is to keep this life boxed into the prison,
of self concieved identity,
but you need to open these gates at times,
when the sun sets with the glory of moon,
and let not you stay in you anymore,
and let the life flood you,
in the ways beyond your your imagination,
cause unless you don't give in,
it won't enter,
and it if you don't give in,
then your only respite will be ,
in tears of seperation, hollowness,
like a helplessness which is crying to break,
the walls of order,
to enter the whirlwind of chaos.

Past to Present

Past has its beauty and ugliness,
Living in it, is utter comfort,
Living in future is also comfort,
when the goals are set apriory,

but both these comforts,
let us not break,
the shackles of past patterns,
and enter new spaces,

the insecurites in us,
make us  reinforce the past,
or create a fixed future,
either we become big or small man,
but we are dwarfed by our patterns,
and handicapped for something new to happen

a new day has sat,
but really? is it a new day?
or is it the same old you once again?

why can't we be cristopher mc'candeless?
from into the wild?
Why is life shackles of,
grappling to something,
be it social order, security, etc?

We though we will get lost,
without grabbing on to these,
little candies created by society

there is nothing wrong with,
a mother's smile,
a big enterprise,
a lavish life,
a romantic timeline,
or success that excites,

we had a taste of a few,
so lets just move on,
cause, if we are dictated by past,
we may be sucessful or failure,
who knows?
But we will be failure in getting up,
and exploring new,
not to write a million books,
not to inspire millions of people,
not to serve the world,
but to explore like yogi,
what the hell is life?
and anyways, what is worth sharing with world?
a poor given bunch of money for gambling?
or an education which puts us on a never ending ratrace?
or a food which makes people lazy to work?
or a bunch of medicines, which don't let the old die?
a family retreat, a servitude to parents, so that you forget the pain of others?
or a marriage, so that all you do is have kids, raise them, get annoyed and die?
or a corporate shark, which kills you and others, and laughs at it everytime?
This is still a onesided story,
but is a part of it not right?

Nothing above is grabbing you,
it is you who keeps grabbing it . . .
I say, have it or throw it,
but give utmost attaintion from heart,
to that which means the most,
which is life, devote an undivided time to it,
for an hour or so, where nothing grabs,
just life,
cause at the end,
all the feathers of what you grabbed will fall flat,
all that stay is life, and your touch with its core.

If you want to be truly, directly, serving the world in highest way, you can't do it if you don't understand yourself what the hell is this piece of life,

And if you know what this life is, than you can't help but rub it on to spaces around you, facilitating technology to serve is ALWAYS secondary to knowing the stuff yourself . . . yet we bind ourselves to servitude and get lost  because we havn't gone deeper inside the skin.