Life goes on...

Moods

They change very often
I get angry
I become happy
I suddenly start remembering things
Momnets of joys and pains
My times with others
Both good and bad

Truth

What is it?
I experiment with things,
I try with spirituality
I try with science
Yet I have not arrived at it.
The Buddha, Jesus, Krishna
I have read a lot,
Yet I remain unsettled

Joys and pains

That 'What gives joys' is uncertain
For everything I do under the sun is a commixture
Of both joys and pains
Life generates from both states, of joys and pains,
At death both depart

Love

Can you love anyone
Without tinges of hate?
We love one part of someone
And the other part is hatable.

Theists and Atheists

God is a quest
For we dread the unknown
God is existence
There is nothing
Beyond, above or beneath us
All that we see are reflections
Indeed the reflection of ourselves

Man

Man is nothing special
He is like any other things
The quiver, the tremor
Some upshots of creations
And what becomes of him
Is uncertain
Nobody, no spirtual masters
Are fully convincing
Nobody can say who really he is.