Poetry Series Ramdas Bhandarkar - poems - Publication Date: 2014 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Ramdas Bhandarkar(04-02-1958) www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 A Scientist And A Poet! Strange are these men, people can enjoy their work, one can't compare these, one works are fiction another work on fiction but let us try and enjoy! Scientist and Poet, One studies the worlds, And another studies words, Both can be above human mind, One play with his logic and another plays word magic! Both scientists and Poets, Meditate, One upon his experiments, And another upon mind, One studies cause and effect in this world, Another studies love and affectaction of world! One take pains work for some purpose, Another can lie under the nose, Both stumble on luck, Scientist discovers a truth, Poet always plays with so many of them! Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 A Song Of Einstein! No one is absolute, No one can predict what is truth, All theories are obsolete when new one come, Theories after theories, What they add to our knowledge, Only possibilities of truth, Faulty or erroneous, Only keep interest and enthusiasm alive! Theories are the logical and reasoning to predict what we can't think! But how a theory can be built without a thought, And a single wave of thought is enough to spoil all! Like the pickle get spoilt with single dropp of impurity! Any theory to be put into test, By intellects and fools alike, When fools scream something, Intellects become deaf or act as wise deaf, When intellect say something, Their voice is misunderstood, Faith and belief are such a cheat, Which can poison any mind! What is use of all theories, What will going to change, If not man understand, theories are made for men, And not for any living being, One who knew how to live, Why to live and what is purpose of life, All theories are waste, Just one more to add to the junk scrap, And wondering monkey mind to play with! 'Stupidity in men and universe are infinite, but I doubt the universe! ' Surely infinite is stupidity in men, They never thought of me, whether this Einstein is one among them, Or something different? www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 If they start think in right way, they find they are stupid children playing with pebbles when heap of pearls and diamonds hidden by Lord in man's own heart, Under the veil of stupidity and idiocy, There lies the treasure, Theories are not, but the infinite pleasure, I know this for sure! Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 Afterlife? ? ? If not I know my before-life, not knowing what life is, how can I think and talk about my afterlife.. Multicellular, multi layered tissues. group of well organised organs systems Unlike plants and more like animals If not I know what exist what that exit leaving this It is not me. It is not me, It is not me. I have neither life nor death system become outdated useless, irreparable scrap someday I Am not this system, this is not me...Not me I am the user, tenant learning to use and using to learn Used to think and feel.. That which neither take birth nor suffer a death. I am that Truth Never die How then ever I have a life before or after if not now? Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 Ah, Sun Of Knowledge, Never Sets! The Sun rises on my place will Shine, but gives way to darkness on someothers place, Earth when moves one face to get daylight, Another face she moves into darkness Rised Sun has to set, And set Sun has to rise. But rise of Sun brings light, Gives way to darkness when set! Sun of knowledge rise in one heart Will never set, Simply glow here bright, And pass from one heart to another, Just as love radiated, Never emptied in one heart, but fills other hearts too! Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 Ahimsa The logic of Ahimsa learn it from Butterflies Sinner it is when a caterpillar Eating, eating, eating then comes renunciation Like a yogi enters Samadhi Then comes out butterfly, does it causes flowers any harm, No, suck nectar without harm shows what Ahimsa is. Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 All Are Mine, All Is Mine Trees when smile at man, heart enjoys cool breeze brings a better day's birth dawn may be still dark, hope awakened as birds when welcome rising Sun's rays Elephant's heart tremble to roar a of lion but sleeping lion's heart may tremble with vibrating ground under foot of elephant ground may vibrate, but earth may not fall. Many religions, many spiritual disciplines may change life of men but not change the course of river not growth and fall of a tree. More great Lions, mammoths once feared ran for life when dinosaurs reigned earth then also there was vibration in ground but earth never fell off its track, not moved Dinosaurs gone, smaller became lions mammoths reduced to elephants deer, birds, rabbits, squirrels played Man came in, now even remain unsatisfied. Advaita talk about non dual consciousness Christianity and Islam.. love and prayers Ahimsa of Jainism, nirvana of Buddhism stoicism of Greeks, just like foot steps Ground may vibrate, but earth may not fall Truth is truth, Many books are published Truth is yet in unpublished book of universe probably mankind may end its journey but Truth remains as it is, only as experience only a personal, not sharable nondual experience Dogs are dogs, bark and bite, fight or flee fear and feel, whether large or small www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 black or brown or white, like people are people Advaita is beyond all duality, non dual existence... Namaste or salaam, better than hello, hi good morning, good evening and goodnight love is better than hate, bouquet is better than fight loving self, seeing it everywhere its greatness is mine its follies, its foolishness, its love or cruelty, all is mine... Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 All Creations Are Bigot Of Astral Fluid! Look at creations, that found temporal, All Creation Is Begot Of Astral-Fluid, That fluid which is superfine, Thinner than vacuum, Brilliant than all brilliance put together! Stand still filling universe, And Super wise to supervise, That I or you are bigot of that fluid! Let learned learn to understand, Let him learn something, Learning has no end, Each word learnt is a dropp of that fluid, I am that superfine, super wise fluid, Never flow, but supervise the wave, The wave of own thought and deed in that still fluid! That story of Astral fluid written by itself, Written on itself, Distorted it looks with every wave! Same thought is represented indifferent language, Causes interference, Some may understand and some cannot, Most dangerous are those who understand more, but with their own colour and distorted design! It would be better to resign, than spoil divine design! How for the sure God is there, But one when raises his self, God will ask him 'what is your chisel, What is the material which, how you like to carve, What are your desires dear, I will write your fate as you wish! ' But more clever is that man who sees, His ego first through which he see The GOD! www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 He says to God, 'Thanks dear, Stop cheating yourself, I know for sure I and you are one, I have to pay for my wish, You write my fate, but on which slate, It is my ego on which you write, Cause and effect will strike and writes another part, What ever you wish to write, thou art my self that has to face the fate! My friend sang... Alas..! Then the learned would learn to behave. My writings, in certitude of forte at mind' MINE` are beautiful source of text, an imponderable hymn, deliverance of a polymathic understanding in rhythm, imbuing inner'self to realize a Knowledge' DIVINE` Knowledge is Being of God... what I call 'Astral-Fluid' Indeed what science calls it... a fluid SUPERFINE` Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 All Depends On Mind! A small dust in one's eye can hide whole world, Every impression depends on how clear one's eyes are, And how clear the line of vission is, Because even a small leaf near eye can hide even the distant Sun! A feeble voice nearest to ears can hide a distant loud voice! Life is the record of impressions and expressions, More than that is, Way of communication and confrontations with connotations, Encounters of truth and false! Blinding our eyes with our own dust, Or by covering eyes with our own colour, eyes are helpless, as helpless as any useful device, misused! Senses are independent of one another, Yet they are confederate, Mind is the the governor, Soul is the king! May these senses obey or conspire, Impressions on the mind, Expressions of mind, Misunderstanding is far dangerous than not understanding, Reports of Governor are decisive, lead or mislead the King, But the raise and fall, Depends on how able the king is! Ramdas Bhandarkar www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 All Is Fool's Paradise Here! Life is journey in fools paradise, Some may identify and look up, while most of us busy in playing, these withdraw to solitude, Search and gain ground! Men here enjoy with pebbles and shells, find a mare's nest, Than leave no stone upturned, Adventurous only hold the field, And reach top! Rather than hold water, most escape, Only few take the test, And win time tested Truths! We have men of business here, some have their own business, some have laziness, Indifference makes