{"id":1334,"date":"2022-02-04T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-04T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/walking-toward-the-sunset\/"},"modified":"2022-02-04T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-04T00:00:00","slug":"walking-toward-the-sunset","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/walking-toward-the-sunset\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking Toward the Sunset"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

There were times when some people thought<\/p>\n

I was a pure specimen of life,<\/p>\n

But such adulation was rare and far between,<\/p>\n

Most of my life I was a mystery man.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They came to me as I was clean and harmless,<\/p>\n

Curiosity was often rife<\/p>\n

As how a strange person like me existed,<\/p>\n

Or why he existed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love was given to me sporadically<\/p>\n

As I could never surrender my aloofness,<\/p>\n

I was a privileged specimen of some disorder,<\/p>\n

A mystery shrouded in an enigma.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ambition was my engine,<\/p>\n

Achievement my goal,<\/p>\n

But I did not want humans to judge it,<\/p>\n

My ideal was the yardstick.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Heaven and hell were to me the same,<\/p>\n

Twain they existed,<\/p>\n

One was the prize,<\/p>\n

Other its price.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The hardest thing was to live amidst materialists,<\/p>\n

The day-to-day artists of existence,<\/p>\n

The blind and the deaf,<\/p>\n

The greedy and the selfish.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Life by itself does not give anything,<\/p>\n

At best it can return you what you put in it,<\/p>\n

It is your ideas of life that open the lockbox:<\/p>\n

Your vision is everything.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What is love:<\/p>\n

A relationship between the observer and the observed,<\/p>\n

Held in reverence and grace,<\/p>\n

Eternal compact without conditions.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Some of the journey of life is mindless:<\/p>\n

Inanities thrown at us without reason,<\/p>\n

Imaginations of the crass and benighted,<\/p>\n

Dreams of the destitute and vulgar.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

How to turn pain into elixir is the challenge of life,<\/p>\n

There is no one we can complain to,<\/p>\n

The almighty who designed human life,<\/p>\n

Is soft on reason and long on imagination.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Stupid I have tolerated but insane I can\u2019t stand,<\/p>\n

Life is a long journey of ignoring and compromise,<\/p>\n

But the true principle of life is life itself,<\/p>\n

Rest is a convenience or mere convention.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have been victimized by the cheap labeling of the world,<\/p>\n

By its false innuendos and vulgar narcissism,<\/p>\n

Un-eclectic choices and brutal selfishness,<\/p>\n

By a visionless journey and blind faith.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have seen good ideas mutilated by expediencies,<\/p>\n

Imagination crushed by practical solutions,<\/p>\n

Good of the community dwarfed by the ambition of one,<\/p>\n

Infinity reduced to a momentary thrill.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I have been crushed and beaten by the majority,<\/p>\n

Humiliated and tousled by the powerful,<\/p>\n

Jeered and lectured by the popular,<\/p>\n

Laughed and maligned by the special.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But now I have gained the rest of my freedom,<\/p>\n

I have come to the end of my journey,<\/p>\n

My sunset beckons me,<\/p>\n

I can only look forward and not turn my head.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Why is life so difficult,<\/p>\n

It is not so as it comes from nature,<\/p>\n

But has been made difficult by the world:<\/p>\n

Culture, religion, politics, economics.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Life is a fairy tale but we make it into a project,<\/p>\n

We squeeze its music out,<\/p>\n

And turn it into an achievement machine,<\/p>\n

Results and not reverberations.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Suffern, New York, February 4,2022; Rev: January 14, 2023<\/p>\n

www.kaulscorner.com<\/a><\/p>\n

maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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