The fanatic

He lived life with great zeal

Religion was for him a big deal

His preachers praised many a fighters
Destroyers of temples and idolators

His mind imbibed the great big idea
That if he converted everyone the world would be utopia

Forgotten was kindness, compassion and equality
It was meant for people belonging to his religion only

Some of his brethren fought the idolators
With bombs, grenades and machine guns

Some incited debates with twisted logic
And converted many dullards as if by magic

He was infuriated with people who refused his founder
And he was incensed with those who continued to wander

His faith was the only faith
His god was the only god

Another preacher promised Paradise
For those who performed the ultimate sacrifice

He therefore went to the country in the west
For believers it was the ultimate nest

He was trained by many of his brethren
They thought him to kill without concern

He headed of to the country of the heathen
Full of anticipation of reaching heaven

With the support of the local brethren
He went to explode many a pagan

He blew himself up in an instant
Attacks like this on peaceful denizens had become constant

His subtle body left with two fearsome guards
He left in lustful anticipation for his supposed rewards

They poked and scared him  into fainting
He finally arose scared and sweating

He saw in the distance dark reeking fumes
He was wading next in a river of blood and pus

He went in front of a dark lord who
Recounted every one of his sins anew

The slayer of the idolators now suffered
Intolerable miseries a hundredfold

After innumerable and unbearable tortures
He was born again and again as several insects

In each and every birth he was stomped on
By the very idolator he wanted to trod upon!

After many such intolerable sufferings
As an animal he came upon a sage with noble bearings

The sage saw that the animal had suffered enough
Blessed him to be born as a human again

But the laws of God are just
What goes around, comes around

He was born in the family of a religion
Who had rejected the founder of his religion

He went once to a cafe for a drink
One of his 'brethren' blew him up in a brink!

Let this be a lesson to all believers of any religion
Live a life filled with love and compassion

If hate and enmity fuel your life
You will rot in hell for all your strife

When the dervish tries to sleep

When the dervish tries to sleep at night
Under the cool rays of the moon lit night

If perchance he remembers the Murshid
Then the beloved comes and robs him of his sleep

The sweet scent of the beloved comes wafting
Through all directions into the dervish's hut

And the dervish becomes still as stone
In each breath he inhales and exhales your sweet scent

In each thought is your remembrance
It immediately puts him into a trance

Throwing aside the blanket of this world
He starts dancing to your song of love

He whirls and whirls out of his humble hut
And out into the night he bathes in your divine light

Who but who can understand this intoxication
The travelers on the distant road look in consternation

For A drunkard or a madman dances alone in the night
They turn away from the seeker and walk away in fright

Are you really alone oh Dervish, I ask?
For are you not performing your holy task?

Are you not whirling into the beloved's arms?
As you whirl your arms seem to embrace the very heavens

And yet one wonders where is the Murshid?
And where is his Murid's beloved?

And the dervish's form melts
where the earth meets the skies

There remains only the sweet scent of the beloved
Along with the cool moonlight of grace from the Murshid

The teacher and the preacher!

Listen to the Spiritual teacher
Lend not your ears to the religious preacher

For the religious preacher is filled to the brim with hate
And the spiritual teacher is enveloped by nothing but love

The religious preacher thinks his religion is superior
The spiritual teacher thinks no creature is inferior

The religious preacher preacher intolerance
The spiritual teacher teaches compassion

The religious preacher talks about the end of the world
The spiritual teacher ends the ego and makes you boundless

The religious preacher talks about a never to come judgement day
The spiritual teacher makes you realize the truth this very day

The religious preacher talks about beginning and an end
The spiritual teacher is the reality free and unbounded

The religious preacher is nothing but a hypocrite
The spiritual teacher is always love intoxicate

The religious preacher confuses the mind
The spiritual teacher purifies the heart

The religious preacher knows by heart one book
The spiritual teacher cannot be described by any book

The religious preacher divides the world
The spiritual teacher is verily the world

The religious preacher is filled with pride
The spiritual teacher is nothing but humble

The preacher gives lectures and confuses you
The teacher by his silence alone from bondage releases you

The preacher talks about a God he doesn't know
The teacher makes you experience that all is God

Run away from the presence of the religious preacher
Whirl like a dervish with love for the spiritual teacher

Do not even glance in the direction of the preacher
Run fast and fall at the feet of the spiritual teacher

Some Call Me!

Some call me a murid
Others call me a bhaktha

Some claim I am a dervesh
Others call me a devotee

Some call me the lover
Drunk in the wine of your love

The grocers call me a madman
Running hither and tither seeking you

The merchants try to show me their wares
That I am disinterested has caught them unawares

Intoxicated I dance near your court
As the sweet scent of your divinity permeates my being

Some call you murshid
Some others call you Guru

Some call you the Qutub
While others call you God

Some call you the beloved
To them you are the world

Some called you a fakir
Others called you Awaliya or pir

Some called you as their mother or mai
Some others beckoned you as welcome Sai

Some call you Allah
Some others call you Ram

Both the beloved and I know
The truth in all the statements above

Rumi found you in Shams of Tabriz
Namadeva found you in Pandharpura with ease

In the stillness of the starry night
In the earth below and the heavens above

As the ever alert lover beholds you
The beloveds divine presence comes into view

The cat, the Mouse and The 'God'!

As I mentioned in my previous post I was alarmed by the growth of intolerance in people following the organized religions of the west. It reminded me of a funny story that my history teacher told me in High school.

My teacher came from an area where preachers belonging to a certain religion had started trying to convert 'heathens' into their religion. The activity of these demonic preachers had started a very long time ago!

My teacher once came across a congregation of people at an open field. A makeshift stage was erected and all the poor people of the village were assembled there being lured with money,food, drink and 'enlightenment'. Curious to see what was going on, my teacher went and sat amongst the audience.


The preacher holding aloft his book and wearing his religious symbols glanced at the crowd. "It should be fairly easy to fool these gullible uneducated fools!" he thought. "They know not anything about their own heathen religion! It should be fairly easy to lure them into my way of worship, which of course is the true way of worshiping!" So thinking and with a lot of confidence he began to speak.

"My brothers and sisters, I thank you for coming to this congregation! Let me tell you a true story that is most interesting!". My teacher began thinking "Probably he will tell the story of how his religion began! I already know this story! Why should I waste my time listening to it! Let me go home and listen to the cricket match on radio!".

However the next few words from the preacher was strange and weird thus riveting my teacher's attention. Bemused he began to hear the preacher ramble!

"One day a cat started chasing a mouse!" started the preacher. "A plausible true story" thought my teacher. "The cat finally cornered the mouse!" said the preacher. "Hmm..this is likely to happen as well!" thought my teacher, "but where is this idiot going with this story?" wondered my teacher.

"Cornered and in fear for his life, the mouse started praying"  said the preacher! "Praying?" thought my teacher! "Now I do not know if this part is true!".

"First the mouse prayed to Lord Rama!But in vain for though it called out to him Rama did not come!" said the preacher!

"What a mouse! It had read the Ramayana and knew how to pray to Rama! What intelligence! And what's more miraculous, is how did this idiot of a preacher know what was going on in the mouse's mind?" my teacher thought with a smile on his face.

"Then the mouse prayed to Lord Krishna! But again it was in vain for he too did not appear before the mouse!" continued the intolerant preacher!

"It had read the Mahabharata and the Bhagavata too? This is getting more and more interesting!" thought my teacher.

"Finally the mouse prayed to ****s ! And lo! He being the only merciful Lord, he appeared immediately!" Said the intolerant preacher triumphantly, having put the final nail in the coffin. "Only one or two more sentences and I will have converted this ugly lot!" he thought!

My teacher was quick witted and had a mercurial temper. Even when we were in school we feared his wrath when he became upset!Now coming back to the congregation, my teacher immediately saw where the idiot of a preacher was going with his story and immediately completed his story for him!

In anger he shouted "That's right! ****s came and he killed the mouse and ate the cat!" ("Haudu! ****s banda ilina saysda matte bekkanna thinda!" in Kannada) he shouted in Kannada. The crowd heard this funny retort and immediately burst into laughter!

The preacher was the laughing stock!He realized that no one was getting converted today! Seeking out my teacher he glared at him and angrily shouted "Aye! How dare you commit such a sacrilege by insulting the Lord! I shall complain to the police!". My teacher nonchalantly replied "Sure! While you are at it, why don't you tell him the whole story!"

The preacher realized that it was check mate! He had lost the battle! If he were to inform the police of what my teacher said, he also had to tell the police about what he said about Lord Rama and Lord Krishna! Himself least bothered about insulting God, he was disturbed and what my teacher said was sacrilege to him!

This is how the preachers are! This is how their double standards are! Whether they are really evil or they are brain washed, I do not know! But they sure are enemies of Humanity! I hope more and more people get to know about their evil intent and stop following rigid, intolerant and wicked doctrines!

The rise of intolerance

Today we received a book that has been lauded by most of the atheists as one of the most unscientific books ever written in the history of human civilization. I do not want to mention the name of the book here for obvious reasons! We had to accept the book as a gift so as to not hurt the religious sentiments of the person who gifted it to us,

The person who presented the book to us, is a good friend of ours. He is quite close to us and my father has helped him quite often. However the place of worship that he visits every week has brainwashed him completely. Once I remember not too long ago, when we offered him prasad (Food consecrated to God) and he refused it, claiming that the religious head at his place of worship had forbidden accepting any prasad from heathens.

Now, when he refuses to accept prasad offered out of pure love and for general weal of all, he is on the contrary bold enough to present us a book professing his faith. It was quite disheartening for me and I even became enraged at this bold act, but I had to keep my cool as I did not want to hurt the sentiments of this long term friend of ours.

Any religious faith emanating from the west professes that their way is the only way! I honestly do not blame our friend for what he did today! He is obviously brainwashed into thinking that the more people he brings into his faith the better. He is told that heathens and pagans like Hindus are being persuaded by the devil to worship false gods!

Any theist with common sense should realize that there is only one god! There is no my god and your god! There is no true god and false god! All worship reaches his feet! As my Sadguru Sai Baba has said "Sabka Malik Ek" (There is only one master for all).

I only blame these religious heads, who preach that their faith is the only faith and thus bring a sort of enmity between people belonging to different faiths. Why not acknowledge that all faiths lead to the one god? Obviously these religious heads have some devious plan. They believe that the more people they bring to their faith, the more the donations they receive.

Whatever be their motivation, they are the true enemies of God and are the agents of the devil. How many innocent lives have been shed in the name of God?  In the guise of religion they are spreading hatred. It is a pity that they claim to worship him who never hurt a fly.

Who can forget the crusades, the Spanish inquisition and the slaughter of innocents by the Portuguese in Goa? I see alarming developments happening and history could possibly repeat itself! I only pray to God that people like my innocent friend do not get brainwashed needlessly and see reason and become more tolerant and loving.

I was reminded again of this poem that I wrote in angusih when I had a similar experience not too long ago!
My way is the only Way!

Night turns into day!

Oh my beloved has come today
To my humble abode in the dense woods

On a moonless dark cloudy night
My beloved entered my cottage

The doors were locked and there were no windows
And yet the beloved entered my humble abode

The cottage lit up like a million lamps
The night seemed to have turned into day

The birds and beasts of the forest
Mistook night for day and woke up

Such was your brilliance oh beloved
The night was brighter than the brightest day

My eyes shut themselves at the bright light
Then they became accustomed to your luminescence


I asked the beloved "How did you enter?"
"Closed are the doors and windows, where did you come from?"

The beloved responded in a voice
That reverberated through my being as I stood

"Fool! where was I to enter through the door?"
"Why enter through the door when I was here all along!"

"Where and who were you?" I asked
"Here and You" came the answer!