POEM 1: WAR

Travelling high and low

Amidst of shelling bullets of war

Travelling, exploring everything which came

Galloping in front of me

I was being circled by anxiety and madness

A gruelling world, every bit fast forwarded

Frozen in lake of tears I stood still

Amidst of shelling bullets of war

Like a tree in the mid of a desert

Betrayed even by the showers

I stood silent

Amidst of shelling bullets of war

Leaves shed trunk bored of bullets

Its pain in spite of sap inside, I noticed

Laughing at me I felt, the whole world

Fast life, no place for a slow snail

I see birds shedding the feathers

The wings naked as if abstained from flying

A miserable sight, alas for the birds

Chirping low as crying in pain

Squirrels shivering in fear stood up, folded its arms

And the snakes which does not take its weary old skin

New life is far ahead, the present is hard to live

Amidst of shelling bullets of war I stood

I stood in a country side bus stop

Counting time, an invaluable task

Farmers carrying gunnies loaded with grains

Then started the firing..............

There go the grains scattered on the ground

Along with dreams for better life

I stood silent like a coward

Not even shielding myself

  

There it go the roof taken away by the shell

Nasty burnt smell of gun powder entered my nostrils

I fainted as my blood came to sight

Amidst, shelling bullets of war I stood..................

INTRODUCTION

                                          मनो बुद्ध्यहंकारचित्तानि नाहम् न च श्रोत्र जिह्वे न च घ्राण नेत्रे
                                          न च व्योम भूमिर् न तेजॊ न वायु: चिदानन्द रूप: शिवोऽहम् शिवॊऽहम् ॥

                                          न च प्राण संज्ञो न वै पञ्चवायु: न वा सप्तधातुर् न वा पञ्चकोश:
                                          न वाक्पाणिपादौ न चोपस्थपायू चिदानन्द रूप: शिवोऽहम् शिवॊऽहम् ॥

To share any information is not my intension, instead I insists you to experience my life through this blog as I live it along.As you can see that the title of by blog "war against myself" reveals the definition about the life itself.  Before going further I must give a complete picture of myself against whom I am going to wage a war.Readers of this blog must know that the true self and myself are not the same for any individual human in this world . The Atma Dasakam of Adi Sankaracharya describes  certain aspects of true self, which one should meditate upon. While writing on the blogs in coming days I would try to decode the mystery of true self as it defeats myself, until then the true self would be termed as ANONYMOUS. You will find that slowly and slowly as you read this blog I would be a step closer to the true self and you would experience the true self. This is my intension and it might take years of strict discipline on my part to achieve this, but sooner or later I would win this war. Wage a war against yourself along with me.
I am open to any kind of criticisms but not any sort  of sympathies as sympathies weakens you and criticisms strengthens in the war of life.
Vandemataram