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The World A World Of Maya And Moha/ The Philosophy Of Maya - Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My World A World of Maya And Moha/ The Philosophy of Maya
The houses that I have built are but the houses of maya,
All that I have built,
All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and moha
And what can I say more than this?

In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,
Maya and moha,
The soul’s maya for this body,
My maya for this life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life, Maya my world,
Maya my life and the world,
Maya my all.

My world that see you is the world of maya,
Maya and moha,
My house,
My love for the construction.

This is my life and my world,
If the things are, you world is with
And if not, will go out of your control,
It is money that matters.

If money is your pocket then the world is yours
And if not, it is also not
And they too are not,
Renunciation will intercept you to overtake.

The world is maya, the world is maya,
Maya-moha,
Your moha-moha for the things of here
And nothing more.

Such a feeling comes to not usually,
It does come sometimes
When the heart gests hurt
And one feels within.

My world a world of maya, maya and moha,
All the things that see you
Are the things of maya and moha,
Maya for life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life and world
And I in the cobweb of maya,
Maya and moha.

The things that see you in my house are those of Time,
My house on lease
In agreement with Time signed
On the bond papers with revenue stamps and duties.

After the lease is over, the occupants will be vacated
Or terms of agreement will be renewed
With them,
My things too will pass to their ownership.

My house will turn into a museum and museum studies
And my things of archival studies
If anything survives it,
Together with my dusty photograph.

In the Time’s Mansion, lives she Maya my lovely beloved wife
But when the Soul deserts the Body,
The House will turn into a desolate one,
Maya the wife will keep weeping inconsolably.

But to what, what can she do all alone, a lonely lady
Left desolate and deserted by Time,
Fate or Destiny
As the things not in her hands?

My World A World of Maya And Moha/ The Philosophy of Maya
The houses that I have built are but the houses of maya,
All that I have built,
All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and moha
And what can I say more than this?

In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,
Maya and moha,
The soul’s maya for this body,
My maya for this life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life, Maya my world,
Maya my life and the world,
Maya my all.

My world that see you is the world of maya,
Maya and moha,
My house,
My love for the construction.

This is my life and my world,
If the things are, you world is with
And if not, will go out of your control,
It is money that matters.

If money is your pocket then the world is yours
And if not, it is also not
And they too are not,
Renunciation will intercept you to overtake.

The world is maya, the world is maya,
Maya-moha,
Your moha-moha for the things of here
And nothing more.

Such a feeling comes to not usually,
It does come sometimes
When the heart gests hurt
And one feels within.

My world a world of maya, maya and moha,
All the things that see you
Are the things of maya and moha,
Maya for life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life and world
And I in the cobweb of maya,
Maya and moha.

The things that see you in my house are those of Time,
My house on lease
In agreement with Time signed
On the bond papers with revenue stamps and duties.

After the lease is over, the occupants will be vacated
Or terms of agreement will be renewed
With them,
My things too will pass to their ownership.

My house will turn into a museum and museum studies
And my things of archival studies
If anything survives it,
Together with my dusty photograph.

In the Time’s Mansion, lives she Maya my lovely beloved wife
But when the Soul deserts the Body,
The House will turn into a desolate one,
Maya the wife will keep weeping inconsolably.

But to what, what can she do all alone, a lonely lady
Left desolate and deserted by Time,
Fate or Destiny
As the things not in her hands?

My World A World of Maya And Moha/ The Philosophy of Maya
The houses that I have built are but the houses of maya,
All that I have built,
All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and moha
And what can I say more than this?

In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,
Maya and moha,
The soul’s maya for this body,
My maya for this life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life, Maya my world,
Maya my life and the world,
Maya my all.

My world that see you is the world of maya,
Maya and moha,
My house,
My love for the construction.

This is my life and my world,
If the things are, you world is with
And if not, will go out of your control,
It is money that matters.

If money is your pocket then the world is yours
And if not, it is also not
And they too are not,
Renunciation will intercept you to overtake.

The world is maya, the world is maya,
Maya-moha,
Your moha-moha for the things of here
And nothing more.

Such a feeling comes to not usually,
It does come sometimes
When the heart gests hurt
And one feels within.

My world a world of maya, maya and moha,
All the things that see you
Are the things of maya and moha,
Maya for life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life and world
And I in the cobweb of maya,
Maya and moha.

The things that see you in my house are those of Time,
My house on lease
In agreement with Time signed
On the bond papers with revenue stamps and duties.

After the lease is over, the occupants will be vacated
Or terms of agreement will be renewed
With them,
My things too will pass to their ownership.

My house will turn into a museum and museum studies
And my things of archival studies
If anything survives it,
Together with my dusty photograph.

In the Time’s Mansion, lives she Maya my lovely beloved wife
But when the Soul deserts the Body,
The House will turn into a desolate one,
Maya the wife will keep weeping inconsolably.

But to what, what can she do all alone, a lonely lady
Left desolate and deserted by Time,
Fate or Destiny
As the things not in her hands?


My World A World of Maya And Moha/ The Philosophy of Maya
The houses that I have built are but the houses of maya,
All that I have built,
All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and moha
And what can I say more than this?

In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,
Maya and moha,
The soul’s maya for this body,
My maya for this life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life, Maya my world,
Maya my life and the world,
Maya my all.

My world that see you is the world of maya,
Maya and moha,
My house,
My love for the construction.

This is my life and my world,
If the things are, you world is with
And if not, will go out of your control,
It is money that matters.

If money is your pocket then the world is yours
And if not, it is also not
And they too are not,
Renunciation will intercept you to overtake.

The world is maya, the world is maya,
Maya-moha,
Your moha-moha for the things of here
And nothing more.

Such a feeling comes to not usually,
It does come sometimes
When the heart gests hurt
And one feels within.

My world a world of maya, maya and moha,
All the things that see you
Are the things of maya and moha,
Maya for life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life and world
And I in the cobweb of maya,
Maya and moha.

The things that see you in my house are those of Time,
My house on lease
In agreement with Time signed
On the bond papers with revenue stamps and duties.

After the lease is over, the occupants will be vacated
Or terms of agreement will be renewed
With them,
My things too will pass to their ownership.

My house will turn into a museum and museum studies
And my things of archival studies
If anything survives it,
Together with my dusty photograph.

In the Time’s Mansion, lives she Maya my lovely beloved wife
But when the Soul deserts the Body,
The House will turn into a desolate one,
Maya the wife will keep weeping inconsolably.

But to what, what can she do all alone, a lonely lady
Left desolate and deserted by Time,
Fate or Destiny
As the things not in her hands?


My World A World of Maya And Moha/ The Philosophy of Maya
The houses that I have built are but the houses of maya,
All that I have built,
All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and moha
And what can I say more than this?

In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,
Maya and moha,
The soul’s maya for this body,
My maya for this life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life, Maya my world,
Maya my life and the world,
Maya my all.

My world that see you is the world of maya,
Maya and moha,
My house,
My love for the construction.

This is my life and my world,
If the things are, you world is with
And if not, will go out of your control,
It is money that matters.

If money is your pocket then the world is yours
And if not, it is also not
And they too are not,
Renunciation will intercept you to overtake.

The world is maya, the world is maya,
Maya-moha,
Your moha-moha for the things of here
And nothing more.

Such a feeling comes to not usually,
It does come sometimes
When the heart gests hurt
And one feels within.

My world a world of maya, maya and moha,
All the things that see you
Are the things of maya and moha,
Maya for life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life and world
And I in the cobweb of maya,
Maya and moha.

The things that see you in my house are those of Time,
My house on lease
In agreement with Time signed
On the bond papers with revenue stamps and duties.

After the lease is over, the occupants will be vacated
Or terms of agreement will be renewed
With them,
My things too will pass to their ownership.

My house will turn into a museum and museum studies
And my things of archival studies
If anything survives it,
Together with my dusty photograph.

In the Time’s Mansion, lives she Maya my lovely beloved wife
But when the Soul deserts the Body,
The House will turn into a desolate one,
Maya the wife will keep weeping inconsolably.

But to what, what can she do all alone, a lonely lady
Left desolate and deserted by Time,
Fate or Destiny
As the things not in her hands?


My World A World of Maya And Moha/ The Philosophy of Maya
The houses that I have built are but the houses of maya,
All that I have built,
All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and moha
And what can I say more than this?

In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,
Maya and moha,
The soul’s maya for this body,
My maya for this life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life, Maya my world,
Maya my life and the world,
Maya my all.

My world that see you is the world of maya,
Maya and moha,
My house,
My love for the construction.

This is my life and my world,
If the things are, you world is with
And if not, will go out of your control,
It is money that matters.

If money is your pocket then the world is yours
And if not, it is also not
And they too are not,
Renunciation will intercept you to overtake.

The world is maya, the world is maya,
Maya-moha,
Your moha-moha for the things of here
And nothing more.

Such a feeling comes to not usually,
It does come sometimes
When the heart gests hurt
And one feels within.

My world a world of maya, maya and moha,
All the things that see you
Are the things of maya and moha,
Maya for life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life and world
And I in the cobweb of maya,
Maya and moha.

The things that see you in my house are those of Time,
My house on lease
In agreement with Time signed
On the bond papers with revenue stamps and duties.

After the lease is over, the occupants will be vacated
Or terms of agreement will be renewed
With them,
My things too will pass to their ownership.

My house will turn into a museum and museum studies
And my things of archival studies
If anything survives it,
Together with my dusty photograph.

In the Time’s Mansion, lives she Maya my lovely beloved wife
But when the Soul deserts the Body,
The House will turn into a desolate one,
Maya the wife will keep weeping inconsolably.

But to what, what can she do all alone, a lonely lady
Left desolate and deserted by Time,
Fate or Destiny
As the things not in her hands?












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The houses that I have built are but the houses of maya,
All that I have built,
All the houses that see you are the houses of maya and moha
And what can I say more than this?

In the maya’s house live I, in the world of maya dwell I,
Maya and moha,
The soul’s maya for this body,
My maya for this life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life, Maya my world,
Maya my life and the world,
Maya my all.

My world that see you is the world of maya,
Maya and moha,
My house,
My love for the construction.

This is my life and my world,
If the things are, you world is with
And if not, will go out of your control,
It is money that matters.

If money is your pocket then the world is yours
And if not, it is also not
And they too are not,
Renunciation will intercept you to overtake.

The world is maya, the world is maya,
Maya-moha,
Your moha-moha for the things of here
And nothing more.

Such a feeling comes to not usually,
It does come sometimes
When the heart gests hurt
And one feels within.

My world a world of maya, maya and moha,
All the things that see you
Are the things of maya and moha,
Maya for life and the world.

Maya my wife, Maya my son, Maya my daughter,
Maya my life and world
And I in the cobweb of maya,
Maya and moha.

The things that see you in my house are those of Time,
My house on lease
In agreement with Time signed
On the bond papers with revenue stamps and duties.

After the lease is over, the occupants will be vacated
Or terms of agreement will be renewed
With them,
My things too will pass to their ownership.

My house will turn into a museum and museum studies
And my things of archival studies
If anything survives it,
Together with my dusty photograph.

In the Time’s Mansion, lives she Maya my lovely beloved wife
But when the Soul deserts the Body,
The House will turn into a desolate one,
Maya the wife will keep weeping inconsolably.

But to what, what can she do all alone, a lonely lady
Left desolate and deserted by Time,
Fate or Destiny
As the things not in her hands?


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