Author Archives: Mohit K Misra

Religion

The entire Buddhist monk’s life is but a preparation,
For his Death point or moment of separation.

The Jains have Santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the Paramatma.

Hindus go into Samadhi,
Where there is no Congress, BJP, Shiv Sena or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace, no more desperate.

The Sufi mystic to become one,
Dances, twirls, prays, trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with Light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the Art of Ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the superentity,

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.

Religion…

The entire Buddhist monk’s life is but a preparation,
For his Death point or moment of separation.

The Jains have santhara,
Quitting life consciously to join with the paramatma.

Hindus go into samadhi,
Where there is no Congress, BJP, Shiv Sena or Samajwadi.

The Christian merges with the holy spirit,
Peace, no more desperate.

The Sufi mystic to become one,
Dances, twirls, prays, trances to get the job done.

Aghora means illumined with Light,
Longing for Shiva in whom they delight.

Shamanism or the Art of Ecstacy,
The ultimate being one with the superentity,

There is no need to change your faith,
And on your old religion lay a wreath.

Truth

Brahma, Allah, Jevovah, Vishnu, Ahuramazda, Shiva…

What’s in a name?
A way to identify the same,
Geography, language is mainly to blame

Your glory is such,
Man asks for too much.

Meditation or one pointed concentration is the key,
But who says there is no fee?

Day to dawn makes no sense,
What does? We call nonsense.

Who am I, and why am I here?
Has just become my greatest fear.

Is justice to be done with the strength in my hands?
Or by sweet words maybe written in the sand?

When will you set me free?
So that I can be with thee.

How am I to live in bliss?
When I stop myself from giving all a kiss.

Why do I write I do not know?
It is only ink on paper to show.

Death

Death comes to you in the middle of the night,
Or sweeps you away in broad daylight.

This being mans biggest doubt,
Death is not to be talked about.

Where he comes from where he goes?
We have no tangible proof that shows.

The masters say there is a holy light,
In the beginning and during our last flight.

How do I overcome my fear of death?
By leading a good life and having no regret.

The moment I die I must do my best,
To become one with the light, eternal rest.

The soul must merge with the super soul,
Forever to become part of the whole.

As long as I have much to give,
That is how long I will live.

At the end to death I must go,
Finishing a real tragic and funny show.