kedar thapa


Impure knowledge is the path Samsara


Let the music take control
My friend
Don't hold
Where are you?
Who is the listener?
All has disappeared now
I am not only sound is
I was never only found
& identified among places & people
Vast horizon, blue skies, green hills & white clouds
Let the sight you become
Don't see
My friend
With same eyes With same mind
Rusted & old
Where is the seer?
Behold
There's only seen
I am what I see
I am what I hear
In agony In pain
I am worry, I am fear
You looked here & there for IT
Where ever those senses could reach
You have searched for IT
Everywhere those feet could fetch
But IT was never found, was it?
The needle was lost inside
Dark void untouched unexplored
The world around seem full of lights
Visible feasible viable reliable
So you sought it there
This pursuit to perfection was
The path to all ruckus
The path to all sufferings
Too much obsession with doings
Too much concern for meanings
Enter the world of karma
Enter the world of ignorance
Welcome to Samsara
The world of Maya

Submitted: Monday, June 09, 2014

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