A man marries a tree

In the dead of the frigid wind

nothing blows not even the cold leaves

of the sunken tree who had a spirit

feminine in the stark night

nothing could be seen

but his voice who had married the tree

beneath it was the treasure of life’ savings

where he had invested his fine fortune

to love the spirit who arose with the sun

and set on spotting the new moon

and empty hand stretched from the bark

they say the moon once had crimson light

when the tree was a full grown woman

and now nothing grows

not even the cold of December rain

and the man marries the tree


The lines on Jewellery

As frail as a flower
As royal as Queen’s behest
The necklace that’s treasure chest

As bright as the day
Crowning for glory
Kalgi she put on his turban for their love story

Earrings for the ear
I dress up for love’s sake
And with gold’s glitter I am awake

Waiting for love lost
Hoping he returns
As adorned with Jewels I turn

Splash of water
Petals and their musky fragrance
Come to Jagdish Jewellery with its radiance

The cosmic spirit, knowledge and time-space

What is the abandonment of life? Killing the will to choose between the material gains. We have common consciousness, having common evolution. Did evolution leave space for something other than matter? Is there a conception of the soul that eternally recur, though historically? Something that lasts between the birth, an immanent part of spirit circles the existence.

The evolution is a slow but gradual process how matter evolved into a shape and form that could navigate the space around. Is it there a reward associated with nature which has delivered what could be called the spirit? The spirit that pervades the cosmos in terms of (a) knowledge (b) existence in time-space. The knowledge is stored in the one Akasa and the akasa has time and space piercing it into infinity. It is from this common consciousness of evolution that man has been made aware of the cosmos and then he must pervade the cosmos scaling both time and space.

The spirit is the primordial sea in which lingers on the knowledge and with that knowledge is the necessity of occupation of time and space. So as I occupy time-space, I draw from the common pool the knowledge. So spirit is associated with knowledge. The more I draw on this knowledge the more I become cosmic.

The soulful men

Life is boring,

Love is demanding,

There are shadows on the tin wall,

these are the souls of the faceless men,

Who need not love nor live,

like the men who work in factories,

with favorite actresses strewn to thier shoulders,

nonetheless they love,

they demand besides food, sex,

the souls of these men I saw on the tin wall,

hardly waking or sleep,

but nontheless irony of the blood,

they run on water alone as if half living,

on the mercy of the rain,

they feed on the first shower

Discovering the future in spacetime

To make a choice is important otherwise you could be staring face to face in the eyes of death. For example, if you stop making choice, you could starve. But making a choice is the exercise of will which subdues the reason and weakens you. So we enter a dilemma about the will. What to do?

The one idea is to let the life take the course the other could be the denial of will as is done by many ascetics. But both are equally dangerous because the future is unknown. The universe-block though is predetermined in the sense that when you are born, the death is already prefixed in spacetime extending far into future. But the content of the spacetime is missing that is what you provide in exercising the choice.

Still, there is room for free will in a predetermined universe which leads to a paradox which the science has discovered in the form of quantum physics. The electron takes all of the infinite paths, once all the paths are taken the life at macroscopic level comes to unfold as a particular outcome. How is it possible? From infinte paths we move to some happening in the reality!

So in order to make the effective decisions, you need the earth’s whole resources and compute them through intelligent machines and then proceed towards colonization of the universe. It is like running all the infinite paths of the electron at the macroscopic level. Thus determining the future before colonizing the galaxy is a must.

The earliest written history of Gods

Cuneiform script emerged in Mesopotamia in 3200 BC. Prior to that was clay tablet counting system that was prevalent around 8000 BC in Sumeria. A priest of the Babylonian god Marduk, Berossus with access to clay tablet library wrote the first history of man that began 432,000 years before the deluge that was an event of flood during the times of Noah.

The written record of gods who descended the earth is almost the first recorded history. It is though fictional in nature that Gods had lived on the earth. Indeed the priest described there was a God by the name of Cannes who emerged fron the seas in the form of dressed in fish.

Berosus wrote in three volumes from what could be recovered as an indication of presence of Gods on the earth long long time ago. He reported the writings of the great flood existed and were kept in safekeeping in an ancient city called Sippar. Sippar was deluged and obliterated by the great floods so the earliest written reccord was lost.


Bent light


In this betwixt of moments

I surge forward to drink

from the wayfarer a cup of tea

who having gauged me

asked whither was I heading to?

To the oblivion of cops

sitting and sipping old days

nonetheless I paid him

a green note of love

and he promised me the love

of God is for me to taste

I drank from the cup

and felt the taste lingering

on till I saw Rajesh Khanna-

an erstwhile now dead Bollywood star

I ask what life has been?

A penchant for love and

girlfriend to the stars denied

transfixed I sat bemoaning

the words as I sputter on

laptop- the soul of a dying woman

having married the love of her life

she had one regret! That life ends

not with a whimper but a bang.


The monk having said everything

cried I am dead at last and in the afterlife

of stars married on to stars to breed

more of starry nights on the earth.

The dead woman crying all of sudden

and the wayfarer returning to sing

the song of forsaken diamond that

what life was- a trivial brute on the loot

to loot all the diamonds the curse

of love upon the earth bestowed

A paranormal romance having died

they met again in the mutliverse

where life is cheap but a diamond  ring

is for the abyssian maid who having

lived her days spent the summer

gauging winter and recalling

on the days’end- the lume spento

the bent light.