Hooray! Free..

As mind breaks the shackles,

I recognise their nature.

What bound it,

The little view!

Caged in self perception,

Flapping self hurt,

Feeding hope.

Sleeping dejection,

Waking frightened.

The cycle seeming endless!

Desiring to break away,

Calling out for help,

Waiting for someone

to grace,

To open the cage!

And then,

A day,

A passerby smiled

With gleaming naughty eyes,

Compassionate yet indifferent,

Pointed gently with the graze,

Brought to my attention

Ah! But!!

The cage is

locked from inside!

Took no time then,

To cast away.

And I fly in heaven,

To see new dawns.

To now dwell in

A place, to which

I always belonged..

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Fog

Standing here I see

Fog

Obscuring all ‘in sight’

The veil so thick

Hides all that is.

Happens so often also

In my foggy mind

I fail to see

What should be clear

But then I realise

The obscured is always external

Clear it is what is so close.

An ‘I’ Which is never obscured!

She is a will!

‘Tis the simple joys

That warmed her heart

For no reason

A wave

Of air or water or hand

Are caresses she cared.

She jewelled with the smiles,

From all the known, unknown.

She wore an eternal spring on her.

Her shoes of fluid clear waters

Making her gait swift, definite,

Also delicate.

Bright, effervescent, yet sensitive

The rose of her demeanour.

Untouched by the swift moods

When in clouds,

She rarely became pale

her inner sight transparent.

They say, she is a dream!

I say, she is a will!

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Mind

Bounces like a ping pong;

Needs to be pushed up,

And more low than high.

Swings like a pendulum,

From a past left to a future right

Oscillating relentlessly

Soaks like a sponge,

All that it is sens-ational,

Imagining more than real.

Clings like a creeper,

To the tree of the known.

Hooked to hope of a sweet fruit.

Fickle, impulsive, insecure, attached.

What do I say,

About you, O Mind!

You tie a ‘me’ within you!

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Pic – courtesy web space.

Travel

Ridges in the mind

We take a walk in

Bridges of the objects

With the subject

Through the rough roads

Unpaved, bumpy etches

Of memories.

Some smooth pavements,

But far and few.

The pleasant experiences,

We run among them,

Finding a way out.

And all the roads

Seem so twined.

With fruits seen hanging

Here and there,

Always in reach

But, an inch away.

The maze woven. More intricate

With the carriage ride

Reaching nowhere.

Ending with the starting point.

Travelling in the ridges

Tired now, then refreshed again

Hope adding the fuel.

To reach a dead end again!

Traversed for eons now.

Hither. Where is the exit?

©️Deepti Vishwanath (Jan 2019)

Embracing Me

Embracing what is a better me

Why then?

O Dear Mind!, resist thee?

Forgiving, gentle, open and warm

Why then?

O Mind! You see them as harm

Trust the nature divine

It cannot but be fine

To love to heal to let the other be

It is for you, do not flea

The kindness, the care , the service

Is essential breath to life truss

Remember the base ever

However did the Moon shine?

It took and it gave and it glowed all the way!!

Thus alone is the way, O Mind!

Let me bloom to be a better Me!

©️Deepti Vishwanath. 2019

Time and Mind

Time only moves forward

Why then dear mind

Do You go backwards

Getting stuck in by lanes gone

Getting off, ever so often

To visit events forlorn

To reminisce, what charm you find

In plodding dead troughs behind

Hacking your way over and over

To dig chambers which are now blur

Time only moves forward

Liberating every done undone

Unfolding a new in every Sun

Why then O Mind!

Do you move backwards?

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Between no more.

Between life and death

Time is ours

No more no less.

To discover,

The undiscovered yet.

What objects and enjoyments are worth!

Now No more.

The Me is yet to be known!

 

Between two breaths,

Time is ours.

No more no less.

To turn over the chance,

To wilful choice.

Choosing the Ephemeral

Now no more!

 

Between sleep and sleep

The waking is ours.

No more no less.

To claim the eternal freedom.

A ‘Between’, when

NOW no more.

 

©️Deepti Vishwanath.

Masked

Every face is masked.

Oh! How many to each!

Yet, behind each, the many masks

Why is it the same in all?

The same insecurity, fear, anxiousness,

Attachment, aversions,

Greed, avarice, anger et all!

Amusing it is not. To hide

what is common to all,

We put on the mask.

Only hoping

To meet the one

who would see us

as we are!

Why must I put on the mask

When I am who you are!?

©Deepti Vishwanath

Inner Strength

The bloom, the gloom;

The whine, the dine;

Matters it not,

To the sublime.

The pomp, the show;

The shorn, the worn;

Worries it not,

To the refined.

The snout, the pout;

The hop and the shout;

Interests it not.

To those, wisely defined.

To fame, to shame;

To glory. to sorry;

Ignores its call.

The one,

Who shine with the light

Within it all.

– Deepti Vishwanath

The spotless mirror

I stood in front of a mirror.

The mirror was spotless!

But why was my image so hazy? I gasped!

Seeing myself through the many eyes;

Where are mine?

Stopped have I?

Seeing through my eyes!

My own being!

The mother, sister, wife, grand..whoever!

The Doctor, Artist, Writer, philosopher…. however!

The gender, age, caste, race.. whatever!

Seeing myself in a mirror,

The glass is spotless.

But not the image!

Who am I??

Through my eyes?

Mirror is spotless, but why is the image not clear?

Removing the colors

I started to remove the colours
from my vision,

And all the colours flooded in!

I then, held on to a colour,

The colour darkened so much,

It was no more The colour.

Also, all other colours disappeared!

I learnt a lesson.

Delight is not exclusive.

 

I saw birds flying

Freely in the skies

Chirping, quirking,

I held one!

It lost its joyful garbling voice,

Spoke only when prompted

And as trained,

I learnt a lesson!

Delight cannot be held.

 

I saw the waters,

Clear, gurgling, dancing, when they hit the rocks,

Hitting their highs sportively

I held some in a jar,

To carry with me its pristine clarity and quality.

It went quiet.

I learnt a lesson!

Delight cannot be bound.

 

I went to the mountains,

Trying to be one with them,

Danced around them,

Spread my arms to embrace them..

Oh! How majestic and strong!

Talked loud to them,

They echoed myself back

I learnt a lesson!

Delight is everywhere. Anywhere. Whenever I call it!

 

Sitting in my room, saw two flies

Playing with each other,

Oh! The joy!

And I said,

Why am I delighted?

It is they, who are playing!

And I learnt the most important lesson.

Delight is in Me! is Me!

It cannot be held!

It is not exclusive!

It cannot be bound!

It is everywhere, anywhere because of Me!

It is indeed, Me alone! 

 

 

© Deepti Vishwanath, Photo – Vishwanath Tekur

Dissolve away

To be born like a wave in ocean, 

A momentary distinction

And all the joys and sorrows to hold on to then

How real is that?

All relations and achievements,

All gains, possessions and giving aways!
When, the wave will dissolve away

Back to being ocean

Would the limited experience be so valuable then?
I thought this,

And then,

My heart flooded 

With uninterrupted joys 

Of the manifold, 

Of vastness,

Of no fear of separation or loss.

Ah! The ride as the wave became precious

For, it made me recognise the water! 

Significance of a religious life.

In Vedās, a religious life is prescribed for all those who have :

a. Absence of Ātma Brahman Aikya jñanam.
b. Who have rāga-dveśa.

Absence of knowledge that the real nature of oneself- Ātma, is in fact, Brahman – the vast. Popularly referred to as Self-knowledge. The Self here is Ātma as oneself, and not the notion that I am an individual. This absence is referred to as Self-ignorance or simply ignorance. Ignorance is not referring to absence of any objective knowledge, like that of Physics, Economics etc. But it is stating the ignorance regarding Self-knowledge.

In the absence of Self -knowledge, the obvious outcome is “I am an individual”. And in such a notion of individuality, obvious is the presence of rāga-dveśa, likes and dislikes.

Man is afflicted by his Self ignorance primarily. It is the root cause of “ALL” the sorrows. Sprouting from it, man then gets afflicted by the likes-dislikes. In essence, the Vedās point out that a human being, irrespective of his gender, race, colour etc. spends away his life being constantly disturbed. Sorrow is encompassing all the felt disturbances.

But, an human being, again irrespective of his gender, race, colour etc. also has the equipped faculties, to gain this Self-knowledge. In the presence of which the root of Self -ignorance gets uprooted, there is then no locus for the individuality, and thus, no likes and dislikes get formed. The person of Self-knowledge, Such a human is referred to as “liberated”. Having fulfilled his human birth potential.

To uproot Self-ignorance, a lot of internal preparation is required. Just as to sow a seed, the soil is tilled; so too, for Self-knowledge, the human mind needs tilling.

This tilling is the job of a religious life.

Does every religion then take one to Self-knowledge?

No. Though ALL religions, when followed, cultivate the soil.

Vedic vision held the performance of the Vedic Karmas as religious. This was the karma-kanda, portion of Vedās detailing the knowledge regarding Karmas to be performed as per your notions of individuality. Abiding in the performance of the prescribed Karmās was being religious.

What was the advantage of this vision? The uniqueness of the vision of the Vedas? To the extent a person abided in his ordained karma, to that an extent indirectly his internal preparation took place. The source of sorrow coming from likes-dislikes got managed. And as one got prepared, the Vedās effortlessly revealed Ātma-jñana, through the Vedānta part, also called the Upanishads. Knowing which the final source of sorrow was destroyed. The one with Self-knowledge, now is the One. Where there is no sorrow. For sorrow to be, there has to be duality. But, for the Ātma-jñani, where is the other?

Thus, Vedic Karmās relevance as a religious life. And as with any knowledge, the chances of it being understood is relative, so too with Vedic knowledge. And the non-understanding leading to misunderstanding gets compounded when the knowledge is regarding the very Subject, the person, who has to re-know himself. This leads to layers and layers of deep-rooted superstitions, fanaticism, blind beliefs, rigid adherences, which more often destroy the very purpose of knowledge. And moreover, destroy the very potential of a human existence.

Dance

Let us dance

with the movement of the winds

the songs of the rivers

the earth our theatre

the skies our audience

and all

the birds, caterpillars, butterflies

o come be my companion!

let us dance

feeling our breaths

for Life

certainly

is worthy of a great performance!

© Deepti Vishwanath

Pic courtesy-web

 

By the Ghats

By the ghat, standing I,

saw the river flow by.

Telling me tales of many a times

forlorn by us,

She remembers it all.

I turn to look at the people behind me,

busy, hustling, bustling…

in need to get somewhere,

go somewhere,

get something,

achieve something,

a rush!

Then, I took the plunge!

One last thing I did;

took the boat

to the other shore.

I stand here,

where I hear the tales from the river,

been eternally there,

of the same ceaseless hustles,

been eternally there,

I see on the other shore!

only, from the other end!

© Deepti Vishwanath

Dreams

Dreams, are you meant that I chase you,

or, are you chimeras meant to mislead?

Are you the guiding light

or, are you the blockages?

Dreams, are you separate from me

or, are you me?

If you are separate,

I can leave you or chase you.

But, if you are me, or even a part;

then what is your significance?

I see you clearly;

so, you cannot be me!

You can neither be a part!

You have no physiological role.

Arms, heart, head and all

have a part they play.

If I dream to live on moon,

amongst all the celestial living beings.

Where there is no hatred, no competition,

no jealousy, no malice,

where only compassion exists!

Love for all.

Where God is not used,

For every God damn excuse.

Where coolness of the moon is

in everyones’ nature.

Where the waters are pure,

refreshing the skin.

Where a gentle breeze,

teases it constantly.

And there is no fear.

Where giving is more important than taking;

where love is essential for survival;

where sorrow is not known;

and the galaxies echo back the laughter!

Dream!

The respite.

From this predominantly

disturbed world.

Here,

what I dream as real

is only a rare exhibit.

How do I chase you, O Dream?

Your premises are all false!

You are only a figment of imagination!

Ahhhhh!

The milk just spilled over the boiler!!

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

Photo credits : web space.

 

 

 

 

 

When?

When? When will I do what I want to do?

When? When will i get what i want to get?

When? When will things change for the better?

When? When will the time be right?

When? When will my heart listen to it’s own Self?

When? When will I be who i want to be?

Oh! When? When will I live in the now?

When?

When did when become so important? To the one who is a witness to all, of all;

when did I loose myself?

To now worry, when will i regain it?
© Deepti Vishwanath

Free

Bound are we by our thoughts,

Or else,

Who else binds us?

 

The vast that I am,

without a beginning and an end,

birthless, deathless, even changeless;

I reduce it to a chamber,

the body with its ever changingness,

I identify!

Who else will come and

release me?

 

The infinite love that I am,

I reduce it to smitten-ness;

Who else will caress me?

 

O Thought!

The pure that I am,

Is felt sullied, by

the negatives in your ways that I loop in!

Who else will purify me?

 

The All that I am,

is felt like, “I am nothing!”

Who else will illumine me?

 

O Thought!

I leave your miserable ways,

to keep me bound.

Here. Take your place, where it belongs.

and let me reign my kingdom.

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

 

When the Mind dies.

“When I die inside who lives then?”

My mind asked me.

I said, “I do! I live inside.”

Mind said, “without me?

How do you?”

I said, “when you die,

What dies is only, what was dead already.

You were not letting the corpses’ go,

When you die, O Mind!

With you all what you accumulated

The pains, griefs, sorrows, disappointments, dejections,

Frustrations, anxiety, fears, anger, resentment…

O God! You keep a huge collection!

They all go when you die.

And then,

You let me live.”

Mind asked, “How do you get the joy then? When I am dead.”

“That is the thing, dear mind!

You will never know!

For I am joy and I begin to live,

Only, after you are dead, O Mind!”

© Deepti Vishwanath

Drowned

Drowned in their senses.

The pleasures;

O so intoxicating!

The food and drink for the tongue!

the forms, the colours,

O what a delight!

Sweet music! Melodies which reach the heart!

and the smell….hmmmm!

in them all, we drown…

 

O the pleasures!

“what can be there more than this?” they say.

“make this more and more,

somehow, someway, doesn’t  matter”

“Deeper we go, more pleasure” they think!

 

how deep?

where ‘they’ become sense-less.

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

The Barking Dogs.

A Dog was barking fiercely

insecurity, fear and all.

Interwoven.

And an urgent need for self defence.

Soon there were barks

from far and near.

The same,

insecurity, fear….

They seemed uncontrolled.

I looked over; from my balcony.

Saw a seeming stranger to our place!

Dressed in garbs, old, stick in hand and a turban on head.

Walking ever so slowly,

unfazed by the dogs;

who had by now assembled in numbers.

All stray ofcourse!

He sat amidst them and looked at one of them.

Ever so gently,

his trembling hands,

began to stroke the one he could reach.

At first the barking increased frantically.

and then,

in an instant – silence!

he was still a stranger to them

but now…..

I saw the power of love!

O the barking dogs in the mind!

Ssshhhhhhh!

there is no stranger here

in ONE

and, THE ONE!

 

Deepti Vishwanath

River

River said, “I am a River only when the banks contain me.

Or else I am just  water. Unbound, formless.

I flow away,

wherever the slope is.

Free in my movement, resisting nothing,

I keep making my way. I love it.

But then, I get lost.

In the soil, in the woods, in the air;

also, I never really become one with them.

The soil, the woods, the air remain; while I disappear.

I also keep loosing my force, strength, my own clan as I keep slipping.

But I truly love it, when I flow unmindfully.

The thrill, O the thrill!

 

And within the banks,

I loose my free movement

but,

I remain.

Growing force, strength in myself.

And then, I reach the infinite expanse! I am told. I don’t know.

Here also, I loose myself.

But to be One.

I am not separate here, from the One, I lost myself in.

 

What should I do?

Follow the free movement now,

or else,

Now loose the movement,

to gain the infinite which I cannot see. Now!

What should I do? Now??”

A choice which a river mulled on

as it flowed.

Wanting to break the banks, but pondering the outcomes.

 

Deepti Vishwanath

 

O Mind!

O Mind! Senseless are your excitements,

foolish are your engagements.

heedless is your outlook

when you seek the sensory joys!

Remaining not

in the here and now,

you dwell in the past and future

unmindfully.

Return back,

O Mind! to what is yours, to whom you belong.

the eternal joy,

your own being.

Leave the hold on what is not you or will never be yours!

Differentiate, grow up, be wise Dear Mind!

For before the body perishes, you have the time.

To make a difference!

 

Deepti Vishwanath

 

Eyes and O Mind!

Eyes. What all they see! Which is there.

Choicelessly.

Mind. What all it sees! Which is not there!

Choicefully.

Then why, O Mind!

Do you not see, what is there??

Choiceless you are not!

 

-Deepti Vishwanath