When your only job is hunting for one

The game is reaching its finale, as now is getting nower, The overt are falling over, while the covert are seeking cover. It is raining, like rivers falling from Heaven to heaths harried by a scorching Sun, Players who once drank player-blood are now teaming together in compassion. The omen infamous for sweeping a thousand lives, shadows the Earth once more, Powerful players have hidden in holes as the underdogs take to streets with furore, For, Now, presents the Ultimate Boss, who has an unfathomed spell in store, The underdogs howl in ridiculous scorn, as they welcome the Karmic hero from lore, The boss is an unexpected friend, omnipresently punishing the vermin they abhor, Them, whose incessant cheating messed up the game like last time, and the time before. The underdogs with wings learn that like their dreams, they too can fly, Rest with their team on terrains where enemy tanks once used to crush them by. The boss can't reach them, catch them or pitch them towards death, For h...

मनुष्य स्वयं को भूलता चला गया, स्वयं के अहं में झुलता चला गया, जैसे जीवन का प्रत्येक पान खुलता चला गया, जीवन रूपी रस वैसे ही ढुलता चला गया। धर्म एवं कर्म के मध्य झूँझ गया इतना, क्यों के बदले क्या पर समय व्यर्थ किया कितना, परस्परता को अंतर मान जब चाहा विश्व जीतना, तब वही कुकर्म निरंतर फल बन, लगा उस पर बीतना । परमात्मा से भेंट के लिये किये अगणित यतन, दान कर लक्ष्मी का, सरस्वति के सुने कथन, अंग, वाणी, मुख, भाव के श्रृंगार में उपयोग किये अमुल रतन, आत्मा की शुद्धी एवं मन के श्रृंगार रस  का  यदी किया होता  जतन , तो जीवन का अंत मृत्यु लाती, न की ऐसा भयावय पतन ।

Jo woh Ram mera, to Raavan bhi mera, Jo paap hai, woh mera, to Paavan bhi mera, Yeh Greeshma hai mera, aur Saavan bhi mera, Samudra ka saara jal, aur Himaavan bhi mera. Sunsaan ran jo mera, to sundar Van bhi mera, Shant aatma meri, to chanchal chitvan bhi mera Manushya, tera tan yadi mera, to Man bhi mera, Jo tera kiya hua uphaas mera, to tera stavan bhi mera. Tujhe di vaani hai meri, to hai shravan bhi mera, Teri vibhakti hai meri, to bahulikaran bhi mera, Tera janm jo mera, to tera patan bhi mera, Jo tujhe mila parinaam mera, to uske liye kiya yatan bhi mera. Yadi tera ahamkaar mera hai, to tera naman bhi mera, Teri vidai bhi meri, aur tera aagaman bhi mera, Antariksh me behta aalok mera, to dharti pe pavan bhi mera, Aur yadi yeh Shakti hai meri, to Sri aur Brahman to mera hi mera!

When I look up to the sky, I see clouds of despair; millions and black Thunderous strikes of lightning; invoking fear itself with every thwack! Wind upgrades to storm, and storm to inevitable death As Satan obliterates all hope, in one insidious breath.   The ghouls of devastation approach; riding their insane cavalry troops Their bloody hands slaying very existence, in infinite precarious loops! I no more see people, just faint shadows; hovering and whispering Defiantly cursing their bastard brothers; the spectres and their summoning.   Those ghastly devils; contempt, disdain, guilt and their diabolic allies Crushing all hope, cheer and bliss; yelling out chronically frantic cries! The earth is ripped apart, like flesh from a carcass; red and gore As it consumes everything that dwells on it, promptly and extempore!   The flame of hope is now fire; consuming its own existence, As all goodness has a price to pay; selling itself with zero resistance To the newly coronated r...

There is noise all around; insensible chaos and mutter, The peace that I am looking for, slides away like butter. Harried and harassed, the souls around me scream and utter, My throat blocks my words, for all I can do now is stutter. Peace, a fortune reserved by those, who can neither talk or think, Unimpeachable creations of nature, those animals, paint their blackness, with this white ink. Though primitive, they easily cross the turbulence of life, while with all my intelligence, I abjectly sink, I search somewhere for a hand to grab, but now, even He, just smiles back with a wink. Recklessly and constantly acquiring, I forget to notice that, which He already gave for free, Failing to realize that, which dwells within, is what leads morosity through the path of glee. My conniving mind manifests thoughts, to appease my faculties; and is yet perfunctory, And I float away from the truth, for that which I now can see, is illusory. I look for catharsis, that of my deeds, which were once s...

People do the strangest of things in their lives. They live a consistently self-induced miserable lie, and yet constantly discuss other peoples' lives. They discuss the lives of their friends, their colleagues, their peers, their relatives, their roommates. They talk about their opinions, their personality, their choices and decisions, their relations and relatives, their morals and values and religion. Now, these people that they talk about; they don't necessarily affect their lives in any fancy manner. Their choices may or may not cause the complete upheaval of one's life and routine. How they talk, eat, laugh, bathe, clean their room, cry or chat on the phone, will only affect a person as much as a yowling cat or a buzzing honeybee does. A discussion about whether they clean the bathtub or the commode after using it or not, should not lead to how they were badly raised by their inefficient parents, or how they can never succeed and make good relations with anybody becaus...

In the past few days, my yearning for the basis and core of all digital technology has led me to read about and watch videos on applicati ons of  mathematics. During the same, have come to realize that if you look closely enough, mathematics can be the basis of all ideology and philosophy. I was, in a way, able to formulate my own by taking a few of these examples and putting them in "perspective".   ` I always keep a strong connection between my identity and my actions, i.e. how I am and what I do. Described below are some of the very key features of how I am and will be, with a little mathematical motivation in the background~ 1.  Be observant and aware : Be very observant and aware of your surroundings and environment. Who you are and what you do impacts others in more ways than you can fathom. Be like Fibonacci or the Jain poet Hemachandra, who observed how nature proliferates at the micro and macro level and discovered that it does so in a very strange, yet determini...