Message  of  BHARATBARSHA   through  Vivekananda's  Works  ; P  35--37

" The  word - practical-  is  also   Relative '.....
The same  man  who would , always,  rush to the  mouth of a canon, shrink  from the  knife  of a  Surgeon 
Wha man, can  bring up a child   with such patience, endurance anf love as  the  woman can ?
The most wicket  person may have some qualities that I entirely  lack.
There can be  no wave  without a hollow. "

KATHAMRITA  OF  SRIRAMKRISHNA   IST PART   P: 60--63


So long  I can feel you or you do  feel me , the World is  a  reality.
So long we depend on our  sensations  and perceptions , the Unverse is  very real.
Get  filled up  according to  your capacity ; what is  the  use of speculating  infinite  in our  ordinary life , unless youare Newton or EINSTEIN.
Some  people can be  so  much out  of  common sense ! They  want  a believers  to show them   --God !
The other day  someone  asked:
-'Sir  could you show me the  dream you saw  yesterday '?
 as if  Saints  can supply in packets what they  experienced in life-time.
How  20/20 eye- sight can visualise  God ?

As you progress towards Divinity, your  attachments  and ignorance will automatically  fall,no need  to rehearse  first. 

A boat man baught a  boat  tthat  can carry only persons  
and if  six , he boat would sink. 

Th a boat man  carried 5 persons  started rowing 
the  boat  sank  and also the  boatman got drowned.

The Boat- man went to heaven ; was lamenting his fate 
God asked him - how many you carried  ? 
 --'Just  as  advised'
-' but the boat  carried six 
-- But I could  carry   five ; tha  twas certified 

--No , it was  told the boat couldcarry five., -not you
- So ? 
-- so , you  got  drowned with the boat . So saying  God  smiled !
____________________________________________
Moral   :  While  loading, -- the Boat-man did not  count   himself  and that was  the falacy  n  COSMOLOGY !
Heissenberg , first, told the World of Science  that  Observer's  participation modifies the  result in observation.
1500 yrs. B.C  The  GEETA (Chapter 13)  established  that ; whtever is  formed or known, are  due to the  inter-action of knower and Field ( objects)  producing  Knowlede.
In Cosmology , the genius  of  scienists always  neglects the role of  their  Intelligence ( CONSCIOUCNESS) and  that is why is  they are , every time , missing the real Hero  of  Cosmic  Game  or COSMIC  INTELLIGENCE !

With 20/20  vision
 wanted to see you  God
I must be a certified fool
and it  also means that
even the  common sense is
 off my screen !

Enough  of   "Blind-man 's -Bluff '  game
Take off  this  magic screen  from  my eyes
 Be  ever , all around me  and  also  --within
 Whatever Thy  name:  GOD  or  X-Y- Z
how it matters to me ; if  your  presence  in me
" smell as sweet" !

 I  want to know YOU  in full  and --
get  myself  drunk , -- with  You  pervading
 all  spheres  of existence !
 from quantum to coarsest  sphere !

Cactus  grows  inspite  of Desert -Sun
Life-force and  faith  shall   decide   the  fate
 and    out-come !
  

When  I look at a  beggar,  feel 
 was one,-  in some birth
look at  a  labourer , feel the same 
when  look  at a thief , feel once  was  in jail .

Climbed  so many lives  in  millions of years
Ressurrection  was ever ,  to me , a given  Birth -right
have failed  thousand times  and have  succeeded    too
The  DIVINE  my  genetic  root , to the  top  --shall climb .

TEEN  AGE  LOVE


That  village girl 
 filledup the pitcher in pond
The morming shine  teased on her cheek
Even the the ripples were rolling  in jow
 and I  alone was the hiding  witness 
deprived ! 
( Written in1940-s ;  translated now) 

      CONFESSION
                                    
Lord, committed  some  mistakes  or sin
as, thou  sprayed  so many  temptations
was easily trapped  and walked  within
that way  Lord,   confess   my  mistakes or  sin.

Sins  were ,  too,  your plan  my Lord
apposites and opposites  , your  device  too
Lord ,I  offererd  my self  in your PLAY
and  as  allured , I  gulped the bait

And  punishments?
lord  , --please share with me
I  am enjoying life  in thy  designed  PLAY
somewhen   on top ; smetimes  in ditch
Lord, I  am   only  obeying    THY  given  Script.

10
 Some  tunes  sings out --spontaneous
some , in dumb silence  smile
Festive   physical decor comes  to end

For formless  music,  my   soul ,vibrates
 even like burning  incense   floats
climbing high like  creeper
 spraying fragrance !

No more words
 no physical form
in different muse  of  my heart
inviting  soul
let us swing once again
let all lights  illuminate
let all doors  open wide
Come there my  friend
on that endless  festive joy of life !

9
The aesthetic  language  of my  soul
you don.t understand , some times
 My   non-physical thirst of    heart
not  the sensual demands of life
Some  super-sensual  desire for the  beyond !

Have  you ever known , friend,-- that voice from space
 the music on sky-vast  screen
 or those  Octave  notations  sweet !
Where  words or  even dialogue  can not reach !
yet  another  silent music sings within me
inviting  the  absolute vacuum DARK !

 Those logos of silent  octave  muse
is still within me  and shall stay.!

8
Even now , -spring comes and smiles
in-spite of  autumn  -fall
memory  floats
long  desert -path , -through  out  life
 the  balance-sheet of  gain and loss.
 I live  my life . d raw the  accounting through
 year in and out.

On the  final stage  --you came
  like a well knit poem
 some parts,-  seem  even like  dream.
Let memory  keep  all these  locked
as saving stock


If  spring -time comes once more
knock on closed .,--shut  door
I may say --
friend,  what ever  gift  I got
 is  enough
Or --whatever  lost,--  was not mine

Some octave tune  yet  comes
and  sings within !
 , 

7 Like an amnesia - spread
some  darkness widens  on every space
as if  the  blackening night
shall  wipe off all sorrows
all  perception as much
 all joy , every  face  of love.
.that rimless river has neither  banks

Only the other time
the golden morn  and spring -time joy
 then that all embracing joy
dries up on  desert time.
even  memory is rubbed off.-- one  by one
like  ocean-waves   on the Sea-beach
wipe off the  twin steps of our walk .

 Even now the  golden ray  play on your  smiling  face
 For me,  the  Sun-set  beacon  to my way .

My  friend
by some  mistake
you came  in so late-- evening time
the  friendly time  came  and   left
 long time back
Now the  sun-set- music mood
on evening sky
yet my  soul  sing  in dumb joy !
Some exchange  and pure play of vibrating soul
 melt  down to   liquid   speech-less  rhymes
of  non-physical form !

Let all phonetics break down to  shapeless stance
 that is a better form
Come to  formless  dimension of soul
 and  admit now,--  if you can
 all these  that  were,  none the less, not  meaningless  life
 This  friendly love !

This  sudden , unexpected  meet  that once
some words, some  patchy  introducing  remarks
as if some  cosmic wonder  in a moment's  sphere
some  friendly  joy betwixt  folds  of  willing hearts
 those  few drops of tears  in response to my reciting poem
 the  fruition of two supra-sensual meeting of souls
that soundless music of our heratts !

To day  on this Pacific ocean site
that  swinging joy dance on the  broken crest
 of myriad waves
rhyming  those   dance ;
 Yet  some stormy wind  threatening the  hopes
 of  navigating boats
None else than us will feel  our implosive  urge
of  this  psychic love !

Today I leave behind  some debt
Time  is drawing close  to this  final  scene
The  setting  sun will sink soon behind crimson sky
for the  final  dive.

yet some  gold-tinged light
 play  within  me
 to sustain the  foot-print of this non-physical love !

That  late-April time n a shade
the expresisve  face -of yours --and
the time of  flowering mango-s and then
 after covering time-space and   lengthy life
on  departing pyre  of  April -Death
--some other day  ---you came
 to my temple premise of renounced   life .

 That was my  departing  time
a  few  broken  de-linked words
 a few  reminiscence down memory lane
like some piece  of tragic play !

And   I said  ----
'please never come this way, dear
 never smile, any more,  that way too

And   again  you  smiled  the sameway
saying '  good bye' !

Was there some promise,in  your say
or some cynical smile ?

Even  then  all  clouds  float above
and year ends on  APRIL sky
 the dry and  roasted sky
 moans or whines in agony
 betwixt  locked up  berath !

let  it depart
let all  promises end
let only empty memory reside
or float on crimson- evening sky
and the  wind slow down to death
 now only the indifferent  time
be awake !

Why  you forget so often
Is it some  escape --route
Because , --
Time  it self  these  days 
can't  keep  it's  promise
and leaves all behind --such easy !

On the  far far  azure sky
thirsty wodowed cloud -
float  and fly !

On the polished  marble -floor
some fragile  glass break down
Or--some crashing incense -pot
wings  up in pathetic fragnant flow 
do not  yet know
why ! 

WHY  you  invited ne  love
in this sun-sett Autum- fall
was it some  coscious-urge
or  whim  of fading time
Now  the  after-noon --down
 all  festive  joy  now  ends
 youg-and  nid-day  songs --finished
 Time , now  re-hearses Shiva's dance
evey where   -- disolution  prevails

Far and too  far  i have come
leaving behind all my   of young -love  prints
Then,---  whY you  invite me
in this autumn  & Ffall !

RELATIVITY  OF  TIME ( Spiritual Concept)
(This is an hypothesis not a proved Fact.  Also from Mythology of Bharat ( India)

VISHNU  the Lord of creation,  sent  NARADA ( fo  World Affairs ) -to a some water from vishnu place of choice and gave him  HALF  AN -HOUR  TIME [ ? Cosmic Time] .

Narada  came to the World ( bharat ) , fell in  live with a  geautiful girl, Married , had  children and lived happily and forgot about  his BOSS(. Naturally). now Narada was middle aged.
 Then , one day ( IST ) Narada  gota sharp  call from his Boss , VISHNU :
____' h !  Narada  , do  remember  order a  a pitcher of  water ?  It is now past 20 minutes here . don't delay .( Did gods  copy  Einstein's  Theory of 'Time Contraction' !).

And  NARADA  was stuck  DUMB !  HE  IS  MIDDLE  AGED  NOW !

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Once had lots of dreams in life
Now learnt , life  itsef -- a dream 
then why  add  more  !

 I   Believe    
Love is not  a  transitive verve
love  is a feeling
Love is a quantum  vibration
and felt at the level of soul .

We do not love  but feel the  love- vibration beneath 
through our heart, inspired by  soul-vbration
Really,-  we do not love but  -----
we feel the  effect of love-vibration.

Finally : 
 I love my wife , I love my children
I love my  my  parents , I love my God
and I love hunting and  I love drinking 
cannot be the same love ------
in feeling ,  acting  or re- racting.

I  believe,  love is not  a transitive  verve 
Love is the  finest vibratory and sensory feeling
 at the  receptive level of life- Consciousness ! 

The  River  GANGA  flowing  in front 
from  my balcony ;  we  daily    meet   
She  twists and turns and never rest
ever changing  from  place to place  .

Never the  same  --the next  moment
were bron at   snow- clad  Himalayan peak  
since and ever  flowing  through time and space
and widened up  through fertile  grren.

te  Mother  Ganga , our  mother  and soul
to  merge  in  OCEAN her  ultimae goal.
 

In  child-hood days 
my village and our pond 
Was  the  UNIVERSE to me
and  I happily  wondered
at everything !

And today, --under evening  sky
 even the  COSMOS  can't  now  
can Convince me !
Where art   THOU ,-- signal once 
thou the   Grand  DESIGNER
or  my  DIVINE ! 

      HAIKU
Ocean  evolving to waves
waves  to ocean dissolve
eternal  play  repeated
all mysteries solved !

Suddenly  I  feel

 Suddenly  I  feel--so withdrawn
but why  !
It is more  funny to ask --why !
 When emptiness is the fact  of Life
 NATURE  --SCIENCE  and  Space
when atom itself --an empty shell
and nothing nothingness  rides astride
then  my withdrawn  state must  be  some  some
fitting state of mind
I don't know the Quantum state
must ask Planck or Einstein
_____________________

 Down  Memory lane  --!993:We  two were in  Kumu's place, --living as paying  guest.//used to fo for morning walks . // U  -always  like my  company  and i --U  liked U as  son & a fiend /// on back-step think you had no  job and used to go out with lots of Telephone Directory-books ( ? Sale ) // never knew  U never communicated yor  personal difficulties// once we -two-- went to Delaware -Bay in the evening /// I walked a long walk and you were  sitting on the Bank of River  on a log for almost  an hour. I thought  you were meditating  and i felt happy and proud//.. In retrospect  , i think, that was your  Financial DROUGHT-days.//mayhave been,  you lost your job// you  never could  be defeated  by  uour personal sufferings and  communicated to  any one. Then U loved me as a father but yet took me as a friend// I  understood nothing then , as I remained over-joyed by  joy with a New  LAND ( America) that was in ECONOMIC-SINK !

" It was the  best  time( for me) ; It was worst time9 for us & America)" --A tale of two cities; Ch.Dickens.

On Sun, May 20, 2012 at 8:45 PM, Rana Bose <ranbose@gmail.com> wrote:

Video:

LOVE   STORY

Then , all of  you , after the  day's  toiling strain-- told
'Tell us a   sweet  love story   and , now '
And  I with closed eye-lids, told  it   planning
and placing it  tidy and designed.

Then  all  of  you  with happy  yawn--,returned
I  gathered  my  story  telling -'-let us be  back-- home'.
It told  me with twisted face -'-I never know  you
 any  more  ;  you are so changed !'

Thence onward, with moist  eyes,   i  nurtured
 my  story--deep and ---  top- secret !
Since  , my  love-story never  comes
 to even friendly  crowd  !
  _________________

When  alone  in my shelter
   in  darkness of  of night
I shall feel so full
 or know ---  ' it's light '

Then I know -you  are  beside me
the lonely way , the desired stuff
when  Romance is  deep
 does  crowd  suit  one's  love ?

Darkness or  the night 
suffering  pain  or pangs !
whose  fault it  is
or  blessings of God !
3-D  world  itself to blame,----- -for 
When Gross, with a  body   and if you block
 the Sun, like the Earth 
 you have deep dark  shadows   or --night 
on opposite side.  
 Face the light ; you create the shade 
 the  depth   , the light  itself decides 

Don't   blame your  Lord or negetive  sides
we create our own shadows as we desire    the light.
He  who never  tries to  stand will never fall.
Neither  a  stone or a chair, ever shall
 know  what  light or darkness  is.

When  I switch the light on, -
It  creates   dark shadows too 
they are pushed behind.

So ! , I  donot lament my  'darkness' 

A  TRIBUTE

The cent percent honest and bold
                           God' children, they , I think
they all, the professional Sex workers
                             never  deny  or blink
They  sell their body  as  OPEN 'Stocks'
                           the whle  NIGHT  yet ,  half-fed
'Mrs. Warenes' Profession ' a noble  one
                         and  as, G.B.S  portrayed
Most of  us  are wearing  mask,
                          and of myriad subtle/crude
from  the  -- --' WOODS'   to  SOCIAL -sects
                         or  political Robin-Hood

Yes  I  salute  these  Professional SECTs
                         they --my sisters and moms
who wants  me to be posted to 'HELL'
                        well,  you are  WELCOME .

Be a billionaire;         
by any means  and   then --  do  any thing
and  get  in jail for rest   or get released --Scot free--
Spend a few lakhs  for  your  reception and garlanding
Spend another few for ads  with smiles  pasted on your face
with  a hundred clapping  hands  
and  media chaps ---
to put you on FRONT  Page.

Be a billionaire by any means and then
father  any child 
to release your animal-heat
and then refuse   ' Paternity Test '
spend a  few lakhs  and a thousand  will guard  you
day and night , praising  you !

Be billionaire by any means 
then slap any one or push some others 
turn  Cricket   into Money- spinnng scam
from BOLLYWOOD  to  HOLLy- wood  is your span.

All  games  are  Politics; all plitics  sports 
If  you know  the ART  ; you are MASTER of each
Keep  the ' Cheer-girls'   dancing  half- clad
the  king and seniles,-- all need  vital  kicks. 

The  first  FATHER of  EVERY thing  
Call him God , Shiva, Allah ,jehova
or any name --so what.
HE may have  several children 
one  obedient (devotee),the other a rebel Atheist)
third one  Rationalist 
then --so what ?

Only fools are smart to quarrel  and spoil 
the father is pained
but the  things will run as planned
and  I ask  again 
So ! --what  ? ! ?!   ? ! 

* ( In all poems all notations, words, gaps, dash, coma,Interogation,Exclamation have and shall have equivalent values  and those  who  will not like my poem  will be equally  respected and loved. 
I write poetry  for soul-exploration : not  only for traditional structural discipline  and  antique  Values.
My reader will have right to throw my poem -sheet in trash  box ,if  that   relaxes there TENsion)
I believe in CHAOS theory ,)