THE BLISS OF IGNORANCE

In our mind,

When there is, numberless stuff,

With storage of vast knowledge, and ample information;

Dizzyingly and doubtfully,

Scattered and confusingly entangled within;

Contrasting and contradicting each other;

At their usage, and applications;

Lots of theories, methodologies,

Collide together, and pose supremacy of their owns;

We fall in a fix,

To decide, which to apply and which to deny;

Our restlessness enhances,

Mind and soul, fiercely fight together;

Puts us to pitiable, and pathetic state;

Poor and powerless;

In the duel of, acclaimed books, and their lofty teachings,

Our innocent individuality, and innateness,

Gets brutally, and barbarously crushed,

Life long, all these, monotonous learnings,

Tend to, explore about newer experiences,

Into multiple trials, and experimentations,

One attainment after another,

Far far from soul’s satisfaction;

That charm of the child,

Gets stolen, to some unknown cravings;

Roots of play and pleasure,

Withers and wounds, beyond expectation;

The essence of life,

Gets extremely extracted sourly squeezed;

In false and blind pursuit of,

Knowledge and learning;

Which never to be, utterly and entirely, attainable;

Besides all these,

The one, unaware and ignorant of all,

No predetermined, goal and getting;

Knows nothing of past,

Plans nothing of, coming treacherous days;

Not even a single second, prior and after,

Lives solely, to the present moment;

Does not remember,

The things he did, what others said, before,

And knows not, what to come, after a seconds;

No teachings of,

Learned teachers, people or saintly forefathers,

Mind fully bleak and blank,

Without prejudices or pre convictions,

No affectations, and conceits,

Acts and behaves, as the self guides,

Quite bizarre, bogus to all;

Smiles on each slap of people,

And dances, mirthfully on people’s taunt and teachings;

Without any foe or friend,

No evil hatching, against brethrens;

No lucrative occupation, causing ills and jealousy;

Into murderous competitiveness;

No race, to become richer,

Beyond all, capricious pride and prestige; 

On each jerk and jolts,

Of greed afflicted, covetous people,

Gives rather, a sweet and innocent smile back,

Moves ahead, engrossed in his wild world;

Beyond all worries and doubts,

Freely and majestically wanders,

Without yesterday’s regret or tomorrow’s fear,

Tremendously and tirelessly enjoying,

Today’s bliss of ignorance.