Clarity

You exist, I exist, that much is true,  

God exists or Santa Claus - is but believed by few. 

We can debate ad nauseam, what is true and false, 

And let life slip by silently, or catch it by the balls. 

I am good, you are bad, an illusion wired hard,

My people, like me, are welcome; strangers must be barred. 

That I belong to the given group, I'm righteous and correct, 

The reason you are sinful and wrong- you are part of a different sect? 

 

Life should be fair, good should trump evil, wishes by the tons, 

That we should be immortal beings-  absurd, non sequitur ones.  

The world needs to be a rosy place, no need to don sandals, 

For you, I ought to carpet the world, with no fear of vandals.

 

What is true, what is good, and how things ought to be, 

Alone I barely know an aught, but with you for miles I can see. 

Life, The Universe and Everything

Immensely vast and shockingly cold, with pockets of energy sprinkled sparse, 

The Universe is mostly dust and space, quiet and indifferent to human farce.

Earth exists as a one-off aberration, as if a pulse emanating from a black hole,

How wonderful it would have been, if Earths prospered from pole to pole.  

Always hungry and eager to grow, with everyone food and con-specifics few, 

The Life is mostly about fight and survive, and only the strong get their due. 

That compassion be wired and inbuilt, is as if a miracle just came true,

How wonderful if life was all about, thriving together with Love as the glue.

Afraid of death and in search of a god, with flashes of reason and insight a little, 

The Human is mostly flesh and blood, playing the given hand, refusing to be second fiddle.

The inner voice howls and haunts and taunts, faint and inaudible, its presence a boon, 

How wonderful it would be, if instead of playing God, humans found their Humanity soon.  

I'm merely an impotent observer and poet, a chronicler of the times, 

How wonderful if my words become an Oracle, and not mere rhymes.

Break Time?

Everyone slogs, from night to day,

Gets worn and torn, keeping death at bay.  

I can stretch to the limit, and suffer a breakdown, 

Or go on a maintenance break- and return the talk of the town.

Everyone strives, from earth to the moon, 

Gets drained and sapped, losing drive too soon, 

I can outrun the treadmill, finally run out of fuel, 

Or go on a rejuvenation break- and return a sturdier mule. 

Everyone runs, from pillar to the post,

Gets heated and dissipated, barely avoids getting roast.  

I can cycle through loops, till you forcefully interrupt, 

Or go on a hibernation break, and return stronger, though abrupt. 

Everyone weathers, from roots to the shoot,

But if you are grounded and down to earth, you don't fear the occasional reboot.

A Zero Thought Mind

Thoughts are swirling in my mind, some say, in a day, 70 grand,

Most are useless, recurring ones- vanishing like lines on sand. 

Some are pretty nasty too, fill me with fear and dread, 

How silly, I aim for zero thoughts, when thinking wins me bread.

 

You think a lot, put your mind to rest, - easier said than done,

Just focus on your breath for a change,  your thoughts wont weigh a tonne.

Take a deep breathe in, hold to count of 4, and slowly do exhale,

The thoughts will come to a gentle halt, as the ship loses its sail.  

In case the storm of thoughts is strong, I've other tricks up my sleeve, 

Ground yourself in the present moment, till the thoughts do not leave. 

Notice 5 things you can see, 4 things you can touch and feel, 

Forget the past, park your dreams- stopping thoughts is no big deal. 

If I truly wished, I can get rid of, your each and every thought,  

Sans your memories, pain or pining for- I'm as good as naught.