Mystic Paradigm

Ask

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Fri, 07 Nov 2025 02:00:00 +0000

Answers delude self

Questions hold the answers

Ask, ponder, ask

Existential Melancholy

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 06 Nov 2025 09:04:00 +0000

A drop in the ocean

Or the ocean in me?

Destined to fade away

Desire

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 04 Nov 2025 16:46:00 +0000

Cold rainy day

Monk sits

Thirsty

One’s Silence, Another’s Anxiety

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 04 Nov 2025 10:06:00 +0000

I am a man of few words and more often of no words. I can go on for days with no words. This means I am having a thoughtful conversation with myself and have displayed a DND sign. This can sometimes terribly bother people who are of more words. It suffocates them and pierces them like an arrow with a poison tip.

Kamini

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:18:00 +0000

Dawn caressed my eyebrows.

Cold water washed away lingering dreams.

Kamini

Awoken by the silence of the dawn.

Cold water again came to a rescue,

Washing away unwanted memories.

Kamini

Unbeknownst to me

Crossing paths

On a busy morning

Like a beehive in motion.

Visions locked,

Dragged and stretched

For a moment that multiplied twofold.

Kamini

Seemed like celestial waters

Sent down by Jupiter.

The Queen of the Night —

Adorns the dark river of silk

Gently flowing under the morning breeze.

Fragrance of Jasmine

Trapped under the waters of the flowing silk.

Kamini

Unbeknownst to me

River of silk —

Flowing beside the

Painted windows of vision and

The gates of speech —

Elegantly obscures the peaks of Mt. Pillows.

Fluttering silken flags

Printed with Lotus petals

Delicately imprisoned the Ūru twins

Only allowing occasional glances with me.

Kamini

Unbeknownst to me

Gates of speech

Widened gradually

On every passage.

Words exchanged.

Kamini had her play

With the words.

I introspected without words

Like an ancient seer.

I saw.

Kamini

Would have seen too

From her window of vision.

Celestial waters

Flows without a pause.

Kamini flowed.

Perhaps

The waters were guided to another course.

Kamini

Vanished.

Kamini

Unbeknownst to me

A Weekend Solace

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 02 Nov 2025 02:44:00 +0000

A bright sky.

A hot Sunday morning.

A perfect day for gardening —

and for the bees, flies, butterflies, and bugs.

A gentle breeze brings dark clouds.

The sky deepens.

A few splatters of rain,

followed by thunder.

Heavy rain.

Everyone seeks refuge in their cozy nook,

listening to the music played and composed by rain and thunder —

with varying tempos and metres.

Nature's Vāc, playing her own timeless Mozart, Bach and Vivaldi.

A weekend solace.

Luck

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 01 Nov 2025 08:53:00 +0000

Undecided, left in contemplation

Struck like a thunderbolt

No choice but to accept

Balance

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 25 Oct 2025 10:57:00 +0000

Dance of Shiva

On a blooming lotus

Yin and Yang

A Beginning Waiting to Happen

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 18 Oct 2025 06:30:00 +0000

The first notice among the silent books.

The subsequent ones among the smiling books.

Hesitant glances among the nervous books.

Brief exchanges among the longing books.

The one page between them all.

A recollection of familiarity unable to recall.

Who, where, when?

And why?

Wondering.

The thoughts of the one page among the silent books.

The thoughts of the one page among the smiling books.

The thoughts of the one page among the nervous books.

The thoughts of the one page among the longing books.

Is it really worth living a long life?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 12 Oct 2025 19:36:00 +0000

How long is a piece of string?

How long is a long life?

How short is a piece of string?

How short is a short life?

When do our cravings end?

Do they end while we are still young?

Do they go past our mid-life crisis?

Do they continue beyond a lifetime?

Do they continue in a linear fashion — beginning at birth and ending when we perish?

Do they go around in cycles — traveling endlessly through eons of time?

Can we intervene?

Can we draw our own destiny?

Do we resort to our fate?

Is it the will of

God,

the Divine Power,

the Invisible,

the Inexplicable,

the Unknown,

the Unknowable,

the Nonexistent,

the Nothingness or

the Fullness?

Have many long lives guided us with a bright light?

Is it really worth living a long life?

Beacon of destitution

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 09 Oct 2025 18:50:00 +0000

Isn't there enough free land for us all?

Enough earth to silence hunger?

An overflow of aid

Yet, they remain chained in misery

Receiver's inability

Or donors' design?

Aid becomes a masquerade

They fall for that

Sounds

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 08 Oct 2025 19:43:00 +0000

Sounds — artificial and synthesised —

sound like noises.

Continued exposure

Yet not desensitised

Arguments

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sun, 14 Oct 2012 12:07:00 +0000

A vessel to carry my awkward thoughts.

An engine to propel your egocentric nonsense.

High-speed arrows that he stores in this quiver to inflict pain on her.

Words spiteful that she so desires as her retaliation.

Noise that they mistake for wisdom.

Not ready to step back,

we carry on and wonder.

Nothing to see

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 11:23:00 +0000

Beauty, ego, jealousy and pride —
Bunch of thoughts contradicting each other.

There is nothing to see in me.
I am what you are in your purest form.

I survived...

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 01:49:00 +0000

My last post was about my dream that had a prediction of my death. The dream led me to a premonition that made me feel something may happen to me. It wasn't such a strong feeling but it had me thinking for a few days.

Now I am back again. The dream has gone, the premonition passed without any ill effects. I survived the whole episode. The death did not occur and I really don't know if this experience has changed something in me.

False freedom

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 05 Sep 2011 17:17:00 +0000

We all have certain interests but we sometimes get too carried away into something that we tend to become slaves to our own interests. We also unknowingly become slaves to things, people and ideas around us - money, material wealth, political views, consumerism and whatnot.

We think we live freely but we don't even contemplate how we are being controlled and manipulated by things and ideas around us. This is a slow and gradual process like termites eating our houses - devouring our very foundation.

When we realise and wake up, we're already too stiff to get up.

Today is my last day on earth?

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 30 Aug 2011 01:21:00 +0000

I had a dream last week. A doctor advised me that August 30 was going to be my last day.

When I woke up, I didn't panic at all but the dream got me thinking for a while. I believe dreams are just my subconscious trying to communicate with my conscious mind and perhaps trying to suggest something that I haven't been able to decipher.

Perhaps death in my dream suggests I will be reborn with a new mindset or something new is on the way.

I will wait and see if I open my eyes tomorrow morning.

Humanity is overrated

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 07:20:00 +0000

In general, we are only liked until we become useful to others. This is usually true even within close relationships. Unconditionally loving or admiring someone is rare and a kind of "divine" luck — to have that kind of relationship.

A missed opportunity is not an opportunity

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 19 Jul 2011 05:23:00 +0000

I want to move forward and not be bothered by what I have missed. If I've missed an opportunity, I don't even want to consider that an opportunity — whether I missed that due to my own inabilities, carelessness or something totally beyond my control.

A missed opportunity is not an opportunity!

Smile that comes with you

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 05:47:00 +0000

I am immersed in my thoughts,
that have me within their control.
You unchain me from my thoughts
with the smile that comes with you.

Hunger is the root of all evil

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 20:39:00 +0000

I am beginning to think hunger is the worst thing there is for mankind. I am talking about the hunger for food and the empty stomach. If we could go on with an empty stomach, we would not even have to work to make a living, or at least we could work less.

If we were not hungry, we would probably have less fear about our future. We would not have to worry about losing our jobs. Even if we lost jobs, that would have less impact on our lives.

We would be able to spend more time in creative activities. We would require less money to survive. We would, in fact, value money less than what we are currently doing. As a result, we would get less greedy and we may even start becoming more generous and helpful.

People say money is the root of all evil. Perhaps it's the hunger that is the root of all evil.

However, the downside of not being hungry is we may become less progressive and complacent. We may become less motivated to do something. We may become overly relaxed.

In fact there is blankness everywhere....

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Thu, 29 Jul 2010 08:16:00 +0000

It's an odd feeling when I was travelling to work early this week. My mind was filled with confusion. I looked around in a hope to console myself.

I saw people around me on the train. Some of them were standing while others sitting. A lady was sitting next to me on the seat. All I noticed in all of them is a mere blankness. Everyone was going to work to make a living. That's all there is.

Faces around me looked selfish and self-centered....

absolute strangers...

I didn't want to look at the faces.

I wanted to push them all away from me as far as I could.

I felt they were insignificant beings with absolutely no value to me or to each other.

I developed a sense of hatred towards all of them.

Would they have thought the same about me?

Blank thoughts

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 23:58:00 +0000

Alone in my room
Staring at the ceiling
Thoughts with no outlet

Procrastination

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 23:22:00 +0000

Procrastination
Time for contemplation
Back to procrastination

Impatience and chaos

noreply@blogger.com (Unknown) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 03:33:00 +0000

Saturday arvo.... I am sitting on my bed doing stuff on my laptop. Chinese New Year being celebrated few hundred metres away from my place. I can hear music playing in the festival from my room. One of the busy roads is blocked for the day. I can hear vehicles whizzing past my place.

I can hear the distant sound of horns honking. Vehicles must be trapped on a busy traffic. As usual the drivers are getting impatient, well more than ever. But I am silently enjoying the chaos outside. I just heard a car coming to a screeching halt. Something must have gone wrong out there.

I have noticed a lot of impatience these days, especially on the road. When a car at the front stops for 2 seconds, the car behind doesn't waste a second to blow their horn. It makes me want to laugh and also makes me a bit irritated. Can't they even wait for 2 seconds? Is it a busy world or an impatient one? Perhaps both.

I feel chaos is a sweet vengeance if you don't want to be part of it and just want to be an observer. It would be an icing on the cake if it starts raining.