tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53527109924589892362024-09-13T11:12:18.830+05:30Ω The Equilibrium of Life Ωand the Garden of the Mind!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-72607190338959191272016-04-17T11:50:00.000+05:302018-02-20T12:02:34.502+05:30My New Blog Sites
Namaste dear friends,
There are a couple of changes.
My blogs shall be
https://theequilibriumoflife.wordpress.com
https://themonksofgardenia.wordpress.com
http://equilibriumoflife.blogspot.in has been temporarily suspended from future updates.
Warm Regards
Zardy
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-50409182407862409592014-04-10T00:00:00.000+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.685+05:30Part 6 – The Traitor
This is a continuation of Part 5 - The Tempter
The apostles snoozed as the Messiah prayed,
Deep into the forest, where destiny swayed.
Dear Judas arrived, greeting the Savior with a kiss.
Thus was the signal the soldiers couldn't miss.
Was humanity put to it’s ultimate test?
Or was the Christ truly under arrest?
Each apostle awoke and drew his angry sword.
But Jesus protested, “I embraceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-9799421168396130172014-04-05T00:00:00.000+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.730+05:30Salutations to the Sun
That morning, I saluted the sun,
raised my hands like a tree
to hold his feet so he couldn't run
and thus the Solar I could see.
To know the truth was I inclined
and thus I climbed the mountain.
Like a crooked stick did I find
a cobra as tall as men!
Thus, down hill did I run.
Yet, the Sun could I see.
I held his feet - my day was done
- and went back to pray by the sea.
Note:
A Tribute Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-70438265437328920092014-04-01T00:00:00.000+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.707+05:30Lanka Ablaze
The Monkey stood before the wicked king;
in praise of Lord Ram did the Monkey sing.
A humble messenger of his Lord was he,
who came to warn this king to set Sita free.
"The wicked from justice can never escape!"
Thus warned the divine and wise Ape.
"Oh Demon-King, amend your ways!
Or else prepare to count your days!"
The mighty king was outraged at this.
"Set fire that tail of his!"
How dare Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-54175018321036699572014-01-20T00:00:00.001+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.692+05:30Shiva
Oh King of Dancers, who's art doth charm,
May thy music forever play on!
For thy mystic dance steers away all harm,
and guides lost souls from dusk to dawn!
Upon mount Kailash is thy abode;
where thou doth meditate in peace.
To Him alone I dedicate this ode,
who's grace puts all souls at ease.
Oh God of Gods, I surrender to thou!
Help me embrace my karma today!
Let dharma be my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-47969411440164918952012-08-29T16:54:00.000+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.682+05:30The Mahabharatha – A Few Lines<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-61210895200533635292012-05-13T09:44:00.001+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.694+05:30IF there is a God
My army stands crippled by demonic plagues I led them to.
I'm now lost along the path I once thought I knew.
I kneel down to pray my last, to the one who brought me here.
If there is indeed a God, let Him for once lend me his ear.
This land rots, the air is dry; is this where hell begins?
The living suffer nature's wrath; Repent for all our sins!
Oh Heaven, Creator's abode, bring downAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-62107325796176211882012-04-12T21:30:00.002+05:302016-04-29T12:09:19.611+05:30Another Day at Mech Dept1. Another day at Mech department, boredom has just gained a level.
I climb the stairs, ironically, once again to face each devil.
What’s going on? I don’t know. The board is peppered with Greek.
The prof rants on in Hindi, else it’s Marathi he chooses to speak.
2. One prof confesses, he’s teaching this sub for the very first time.
Attempting the same derivation for days, yet treats discussion Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-70339192827525286692011-11-04T10:23:00.002+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.702+05:30The Charioteer’s SonNote: For those who do not know/understand the story of the Mahabharath, please refer to my narration.
You often said, “He’s merely a charioteer’s son, so what right has he?”
Despite all his merits and capacity, is this all you could see?
Oh Son of Pandu, if only you knew who this soul was deep within...
A friend so loyal, a man more generous than you could have ever been.
A charioteer’s son: Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-3821454727155539112011-10-11T11:52:00.001+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.675+05:30Part 4 - The Negotiation
This is a continuation of Part 3 - The Serpent
Earth would have been paradise...Alas! To keep God’s only word Man failed.
Thus for thousands of years and thousands more, evil on earth prevailed.
While the righteous hid from persecution, the sinful earth did rot.
But though Man had forgotten his Creator’s love, the Creator never forgot.
“Oh Lucifer, why did you of all choose a path so Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-1635087502426339912011-10-03T12:48:00.008+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.670+05:30Part 1 - The Archangel
Note:
This is the story of Lucifer, the condemned one. The images used in these posts do not belong to me. This poem was written by me. But the essence of the story has been taken from Christian Mythology. I have merely narrated it in what I hope to be a simpler form to read for those of us who have partial or absolutely no knowledge of Christian Mythology, and yet are Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352710992458989236.post-88735699356016545832011-09-15T08:11:00.008+05:302016-04-29T09:10:46.728+05:30Second Thoughts on the BattlefieldNote: For those who do not know/understand the story of the Mahabharath, please refer to my narration.
How could I ever do this, Kanha? It's such a miserable deed!
I would rather run away, and live with only what I need.
I would rather surrender wealth, power, joy and fame
than ever slay my dear ones and live all my life in shame.
If this is my duty and true joy, I see why you equate sorrow Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985268676317106392noreply@blogger.com0