the humble heart

No. There is no conflict between my heart and my head.

Like the Mahabharata one knows that good will win over evil. Finally.

Like commercial blockbuster movies.

The story goes that Duryodhan sat near Krishna’s head. And what did Krishna give him?
A vast army.
Army of thoughts.

And like Krishna I always stay with my heart.
I am its only well wisher.

As you all know, Arjun won the war at Kurukhestra.

The head is the palace that Prince Siddharth renounced.

The heart is where he finally found enlightenment.

I believe that’s the reason we have this adage-“ When in doubt follow your heart.”

The heart’s path is one of freedom.
A path where peace blossoms
A path where fear fears to tread.

Love is the deity of the heart.

The head- an anarchic land where the devil presides. The land that crucified Christ.

What Christ meant when he said he’d lead us to the “promised land” was the heart.
Yes. The heart.

The heart is the “jannat” that Mohammad spoke of.
The God he meant.
“ There is no God but Heart.”
And Mohammad is the messenger.

Unfortunately, the message has been lost.
Lost in the “Madrassa” of ideologies which originated in the head.
Where else?

We all carry the “ Holy Grail” within us. In our hearts.
But the journey from the head to the heart takes a lifetime.

Everyman dies with his heart in the right place.

And everyman is born with his heart in the right place.

Its merely that everyman is reared as “ Karn”.

Like him, we all know the way to the heart.
But like Adam we simply want to eat the apple and lay Eve.

The head was once the “Garden of Eden”.
Our paradise lost.

The head is the snake that tempts
The heart – the snake that guards the pearl of our soul.

The head is an unreined horse.
The heart, a wise sage.

It takes a Buddha to stop an Angulimala.

God bless the heart.

the muse

what can be more faithful than a tear

born in the womb of the solitary heart?

fragrant like a mother's lullaby

that gallops to the world of dreams


sorrow is the eternal muse-

the harp that God plays

to nourish the soul of man

in his pursuit of becoming "human"


where does happiness reside

but in the dark corner of disillusion

and when the tear of the night

turns to a dewdrop

the sun rises.