A child has a belief in the purity of the heart, As he grows, he meets people very smart, He becomes sceptical, A bit practical. The belief in purity weakens, He more clearly sees fear that frightens, Trust becomes more distant, He craves something instant. Instant pleasures one after the other, Make him worse than ever, The inner hollowness grows stronger, He needs some pretension to cover. Pretensions look more real than reality, Life passes quickly, The inner hollowness becomes quite apparent, A life well spent. A not-so-practical person sees something illogical, He tries to solve the puzzle, He reads wide literature, Tries to connect the dots to understand nature. Nothing makes much sense, What we know looks like non-sense, He tries meditation, That creates more confusion. The difference between reality and imagination looks blur, It's too much of a task for the brain, which is so linear, Leaving control is beyond our contemplation, Meditation is therefore nothing more than me...
It's a strange world. If we look at it from a distance, it looks so amusing. People will pay millions of rupees for a bribe to get their work done, but you ask them for a donation of ten rupees, and they will make you feel like a beggar. Probably because many people have misused the charity's name. However, more so because people have not understood the meaning of life. Money is just a tool to get you something, but it has actually become an end in itself. There are two reasons for that. First, almost every means of comfort is available for money, and second, one can accumulate any amount of money, and there is no outer limit to accumulation. But I feel that the problem is more fundamental than this. Whatever money a person has, what is the use of that money? Buying more properties, cars, yachts, private jets, and powerful positions. Does it make you happy? We have tagged happiness with such low-lying things, and the most amazing thing is that there is a widespread belief in...