Dr. KRS Murthy's Writing
Irony of vyaasa's life and his great poetry: mahaabhaarata
vyaasa's life story, and the story of mahaabhaarata as told by him as a great poetry still the best ever after numerous centuries, is a story of irony of situations for vyaasa the great poet, and also the story of many generations depicted in his story in poetry of 18 chapters, containing thousands of characters, kings and royal families, the extraordinary women, and in situations finally ending in a tragedy with almost every one dying in the war, with no male survivor in their youth, and ending in women, old men and children, with only one little baby of deceased abhumanyu called “pareekshita” left to carry on the ominous burden of the dynasty.
vyaasa's life story, and the story of mahaabhaarata as told by him as a great poetry still the best ever after numerous centuries, is a story of irony of situations for vyaasa the great poet, and also the story of many generations depicted in his story in poetry of 18 chapters, containing thousands of characters, kings and royal families, the extraordinary women, and in situations finally ending in a tragedy with almost every one dying in the war, with no male survivor in their youth, and ending in women, old men and children, with only one little baby of deceased abhumanyu called “pareekshita” left to carry on the ominous burden of the dynasty.
Names of People and Places in Legendary Sanskrit Literature
Both Ramayana and Mahabharata, as well as much of poraaNa, other literature, both prose, and poetry, have metaphorical names for people and places chosen to really mean the characters created and fictionalized by the poets and authors. These are poetic names. Shoorpanakhi one such example. chitra veerya and vichitra veerya are metaphorical names, with sometimes double or multiple meanings. Another ingenious name is kanka bhaTTa, the name used by Dharma Raj or Dharma Raya during his stay in ViraTa's kingdom during ajnaata vaasa. kanka is another name for Yamadharma Raaya, and so the poet chooses kanka bhaTTa to be used by Dharma Raya in order to conform with his always speaking the truth and never falsify. Yama is called "dharma raaya" as his fictional character in the different literature in puraaNa and other texts, probably including the vEdas. All the paanDavas and kouravas siblings and cousins are given metaphorical and fictional names by the great legendary poet. Bheema is a name that connotes "bheekara" in looks, fierce, forceful and strength from the same single alphabet object class "Bhee" of Sanskrit etymology (the best words are pada moola shaastra or shabda moola shaastra or bhaasHaa moola shaastra).
Both Ramayana and Mahabharata, as well as much of poraaNa, other literature, both prose, and poetry, have metaphorical names for people and places chosen to really mean the characters created and fictionalized by the poets and authors. These are poetic names. Shoorpanakhi one such example. chitra veerya and vichitra veerya are metaphorical names, with sometimes double or multiple meanings. Another ingenious name is kanka bhaTTa, the name used by Dharma Raj or Dharma Raya during his stay in ViraTa's kingdom during ajnaata vaasa. kanka is another name for Yamadharma Raaya, and so the poet chooses kanka bhaTTa to be used by Dharma Raya in order to conform with his always speaking the truth and never falsify. Yama is called "dharma raaya" as his fictional character in the different literature in puraaNa and other texts, probably including the vEdas. All the paanDavas and kouravas siblings and cousins are given metaphorical and fictional names by the great legendary poet. Bheema is a name that connotes "bheekara" in looks, fierce, forceful and strength from the same single alphabet object class "Bhee" of Sanskrit etymology (the best words are pada moola shaastra or shabda moola shaastra or bhaasHaa moola shaastra).
Welcome to the Poetry of the Cosmic Genius
Welcome to the Poetry of the Cosmic Genius
RUN! KEEP RUNNING
KRS Murthy
Life is a long distance race,
a life long race.
Getting to the finish line
could take very long,
or may be just around the corner
Distance is not measured in miles, but in years
You can eat, drink and sleep on the way,
but never stop for a break.
Even when you think you are not running,
your heart is still running, racing slower or harder
Some may declare victory
only after a short distance
because they think they finished at a mirage.
The line is never crossed,
but they are already victors
only in their imagination!
They are only shortsighted
going blind in the celebration
of their victory illusion.
Ego is a drink,
that can slow you down to almost a halt,
fall behind or even fall down on your face.
Run it only one day at a time
ahead of others one day,
but may fall behind the next day.
Run while you could,
as you may come to a dead stop,
when you really stop dead!
Look back all you want,
but watch your back
for any knifes thrown at you.
Catch the knifes
all your life in your hands,
not on your back,
as they come in handy all your life.
Catch them few times carefully,
so that you can teach yourself
to be careful to duck
at any trick knifes coming your way.
They stab you just to step over you,
for their steps can't keep up with yours.
Keep the sprint forward,
the spirits up,
in spite of any pits you may trip on.
Run! Keep running,
while you can,
day and night.
The electrons in your body,
all around you,
and all over the vast universe
are circling around the nucleus
non-stop, for over few billion years.
Is that zillion zillion circles
of gazillion atoms?
The world has never stopped running
from the first tick of the clock,
from the first cry from its cradle of conception
of the divine mother, mother of all,
mother who wants the baby
young and playful forever.
Virgin mother!
Mother of my immaculate conception!
Feed me your nectar forever,
your unending affection,
of selfless love.
THE TIME DRAMA
KRS Murthy
Just another day in the time drama
rolling over my present abode
quickly to disappear
forever into the past horizon.
May as well come back peeking its head
with a charming smile
or taunting me with its ugly mask.
Another day
sneaking up on me
from around a blind corner
of the unknown future pastures
Stage spanning from
horizon to horizon
New actors in every move
appear from nowhere
to fade away forever
Strangers turn out to be parents,
with more strangers
to be brothers, sisters, kith and kin
Lots of strangers to befriend us
Many friends to walk away as total strangers
Strangers to steal your heart
Some only to avail you of your wallet
While you greet strangers
As a piece of your own
A stage for strangers to belong
to each other for only a short while
Strangers to forget they are totally
new to each other
to act as if they really belong
dearly to each other
Would never meet or care
Would not even remember
that they were all there upon exit
Final exit back to nowhere
Unknown moments dance with me
out of rhythm with the fascinating beat
Never in tune with the anxious music
on the present stage
to rush to the side wings
away behind the back screen.
The drama of life
with twists and turns
in the story written just for me
When is the beginning of the next act?
When is the ending of this act?
Acts behinds the acts parading
It is all the same drama
with new beginnings
in every dance step
Never do I really get
to know the story behind
All my quick clumsy steps
in all of these acts
with no scripts to be found
Never do I get to live the parts
but only to act the roles
with no real skills
like a novice on the stage
or, just as an extra
an invisible actor
many times with no applause
when in shadow of others
who steal my show
It is time to quietly bow
get away from the spotlight
or hide behind the curtains
It is already time
for the curtains to close
by the time I get in sync
with the beats
The drama must go on
Go on forever
Long after I shed my costumes
Hang up my masks
Wash off my make up
To walk off the stage
Never to look back
Walk off to the side wings
Alas! Can't believe at all
All this drama without a Director!
What an illusion of a script!
Drama without a director!
Magical disappearing act into nothingness
No stage, no theater, no actors
Was it all an illusion, after all?
Welcome to the Poetry of the Cosmic Genius
RUN! KEEP RUNNING
KRS Murthy
Life is a long distance race,
a life long race.
Getting to the finish line
could take very long,
or may be just around the corner
Distance is not measured in miles, but in years
You can eat, drink and sleep on the way,
but never stop for a break.
Even when you think you are not running,
your heart is still running, racing slower or harder
Some may declare victory
only after a short distance
because they think they finished at a mirage.
The line is never crossed,
but they are already victors
only in their imagination!
They are only shortsighted
going blind in the celebration
of their victory illusion.
Ego is a drink,
that can slow you down to almost a halt,
fall behind or even fall down on your face.
Run it only one day at a time
ahead of others one day,
but may fall behind the next day.
Run while you could,
as you may come to a dead stop,
when you really stop dead!
Look back all you want,
but watch your back
for any knifes thrown at you.
Catch the knifes
all your life in your hands,
not on your back,
as they come in handy all your life.
Catch them few times carefully,
so that you can teach yourself
to be careful to duck
at any trick knifes coming your way.
They stab you just to step over you,
for their steps can't keep up with yours.
Keep the sprint forward,
the spirits up,
in spite of any pits you may trip on.
Run! Keep running,
while you can,
day and night.
The electrons in your body,
all around you,
and all over the vast universe
are circling around the nucleus
non-stop, for over few billion years.
Is that zillion zillion circles
of gazillion atoms?
The world has never stopped running
from the first tick of the clock,
from the first cry from its cradle of conception
of the divine mother, mother of all,
mother who wants the baby
young and playful forever.
Virgin mother!
Mother of my immaculate conception!
Feed me your nectar forever,
your unending affection,
of selfless love.
THE TIME DRAMA
KRS Murthy
Just another day in the time drama
rolling over my present abode
quickly to disappear
forever into the past horizon.
May as well come back peeking its head
with a charming smile
or taunting me with its ugly mask.
Another day
sneaking up on me
from around a blind corner
of the unknown future pastures
Stage spanning from
horizon to horizon
New actors in every move
appear from nowhere
to fade away forever
Strangers turn out to be parents,
with more strangers
to be brothers, sisters, kith and kin
Lots of strangers to befriend us
Many friends to walk away as total strangers
Strangers to steal your heart
Some only to avail you of your wallet
While you greet strangers
As a piece of your own
A stage for strangers to belong
to each other for only a short while
Strangers to forget they are totally
new to each other
to act as if they really belong
dearly to each other
Would never meet or care
Would not even remember
that they were all there upon exit
Final exit back to nowhere
Unknown moments dance with me
out of rhythm with the fascinating beat
Never in tune with the anxious music
on the present stage
to rush to the side wings
away behind the back screen.
The drama of life
with twists and turns
in the story written just for me
When is the beginning of the next act?
When is the ending of this act?
Acts behinds the acts parading
It is all the same drama
with new beginnings
in every dance step
Never do I really get
to know the story behind
All my quick clumsy steps
in all of these acts
with no scripts to be found
Never do I get to live the parts
but only to act the roles
with no real skills
like a novice on the stage
or, just as an extra
an invisible actor
many times with no applause
when in shadow of others
who steal my show
It is time to quietly bow
get away from the spotlight
or hide behind the curtains
It is already time
for the curtains to close
by the time I get in sync
with the beats
The drama must go on
Go on forever
Long after I shed my costumes
Hang up my masks
Wash off my make up
To walk off the stage
Never to look back
Walk off to the side wings
Alas! Can't believe at all
All this drama without a Director!
What an illusion of a script!
Drama without a director!
Magical disappearing act into nothingness
No stage, no theater, no actors
Was it all an illusion, after all?
Welcome to the Poetry of the Cosmic Genius
Welcome to the Poetry of the Cosmic Genius
RUN! KEEP RUNNING
KRS Murthy
Life is a long distance race,
a life long race.
Getting to the finish line
could take very long,
or may be just around the corner
Distance is not measured in miles, but in years
You can eat, drink and sleep on the way,
but never stop for a break.
Even when you think you are not running,
your heart is still running, racing slower or harder
Some may declare victory
only after a short distance
because they think they finished at a mirage.
The line is never crossed,
but they are already victors
only in their imagination!
They are only shortsighted
going blind in the celebration
of their victory illusion.
Ego is a drink,
that can slow you down to almost a halt,
fall behind or even fall down on your face.
Run it only one day at a time
ahead of others one day,
but may fall behind the next day.
Run while you could,
as you may come to a dead stop,
when you really stop dead!
Look back all you want,
but watch your back
for any knifes thrown at you.
Catch the knifes
all your life in your hands,
not on your back,
as they come in handy all your life.
Catch them few times carefully,
so that you can teach yourself
to be careful to duck
at any trick knifes coming your way.
They stab you just to step over you,
for their steps can't keep up with yours.
Keep the sprint forward,
the spirits up,
in spite of any pits you may trip on.
Run! Keep running,
while you can,
day and night.
The electrons in your body,
all around you,
and all over the vast universe
are circling around the nucleus
non-stop, for over few billion years.
Is that zillion zillion circles
of gazillion atoms?
The world has never stopped running
from the first tick of the clock,
from the first cry from its cradle of conception
of the divine mother, mother of all,
mother who wants the baby
young and playful forever.
Virgin mother!
Mother of my immaculate conception!
Feed me your nectar forever,
your unending affection,
of selfless love.
THE TIME DRAMA
KRS Murthy
Just another day in the time drama
rolling over my present abode
quickly to disappear
forever into the past horizon.
May as well come back peeking its head
with a charming smile
or taunting me with its ugly mask.
Another day
sneaking up on me
from around a blind corner
of the unknown future pastures
Stage spanning from
horizon to horizon
New actors in every move
appear from nowhere
to fade away forever
Strangers turn out to be parents,
with more strangers
to be brothers, sisters, kith and kin
Lots of strangers to befriend us
Many friends to walk away as total strangers
Strangers to steal your heart
Some only to avail you of your wallet
While you greet strangers
As a piece of your own
A stage for strangers to belong
to each other for only a short while
Strangers to forget they are totally
new to each other
to act as if they really belong
dearly to each other
Would never meet or care
Would not even remember
that they were all there upon exit
Final exit back to nowhere
Unknown moments dance with me
out of rhythm with the fascinating beat
Never in tune with the anxious music
on the present stage
to rush to the side wings
away behind the back screen.
The drama of life
with twists and turns
in the story written just for me
When is the beginning of the next act?
When is the ending of this act?
Acts behinds the acts parading
It is all the same drama
with new beginnings
in every dance step
Never do I really get
to know the story behind
All my quick clumsy steps
in all of these acts
with no scripts to be found
Never do I get to live the parts
but only to act the roles
with no real skills
like a novice on the stage
or, just as an extra
an invisible actor
many times with no applause
when in shadow of others
who steal my show
It is time to quietly bow
get away from the spotlight
or hide behind the curtains
It is already time
for the curtains to close
by the time I get in sync
with the beats
The drama must go on
Go on forever
Long after I shed my costumes
Hang up my masks
Wash off my make up
To walk off the stage
Never to look back
Walk off to the side wings
Alas! Can't believe at all
All this drama without a Director!
What an illusion of a script!
Drama without a director!
Magical disappearing act into nothingness
No stage, no theater, no actors
Was it all an illusion, after all?
Welcome to the Poetry of the Cosmic Genius
RUN! KEEP RUNNING
KRS Murthy
Life is a long distance race,
a life long race.
Getting to the finish line
could take very long,
or may be just around the corner
Distance is not measured in miles, but in years
You can eat, drink and sleep on the way,
but never stop for a break.
Even when you think you are not running,
your heart is still running, racing slower or harder
Some may declare victory
only after a short distance
because they think they finished at a mirage.
The line is never crossed,
but they are already victors
only in their imagination!
They are only shortsighted
going blind in the celebration
of their victory illusion.
Ego is a drink,
that can slow you down to almost a halt,
fall behind or even fall down on your face.
Run it only one day at a time
ahead of others one day,
but may fall behind the next day.
Run while you could,
as you may come to a dead stop,
when you really stop dead!
Look back all you want,
but watch your back
for any knifes thrown at you.
Catch the knifes
all your life in your hands,
not on your back,
as they come in handy all your life.
Catch them few times carefully,
so that you can teach yourself
to be careful to duck
at any trick knifes coming your way.
They stab you just to step over you,
for their steps can't keep up with yours.
Keep the sprint forward,
the spirits up,
in spite of any pits you may trip on.
Run! Keep running,
while you can,
day and night.
The electrons in your body,
all around you,
and all over the vast universe
are circling around the nucleus
non-stop, for over few billion years.
Is that zillion zillion circles
of gazillion atoms?
The world has never stopped running
from the first tick of the clock,
from the first cry from its cradle of conception
of the divine mother, mother of all,
mother who wants the baby
young and playful forever.
Virgin mother!
Mother of my immaculate conception!
Feed me your nectar forever,
your unending affection,
of selfless love.
THE TIME DRAMA
KRS Murthy
Just another day in the time drama
rolling over my present abode
quickly to disappear
forever into the past horizon.
May as well come back peeking its head
with a charming smile
or taunting me with its ugly mask.
Another day
sneaking up on me
from around a blind corner
of the unknown future pastures
Stage spanning from
horizon to horizon
New actors in every move
appear from nowhere
to fade away forever
Strangers turn out to be parents,
with more strangers
to be brothers, sisters, kith and kin
Lots of strangers to befriend us
Many friends to walk away as total strangers
Strangers to steal your heart
Some only to avail you of your wallet
While you greet strangers
As a piece of your own
A stage for strangers to belong
to each other for only a short while
Strangers to forget they are totally
new to each other
to act as if they really belong
dearly to each other
Would never meet or care
Would not even remember
that they were all there upon exit
Final exit back to nowhere
Unknown moments dance with me
out of rhythm with the fascinating beat
Never in tune with the anxious music
on the present stage
to rush to the side wings
away behind the back screen.
The drama of life
with twists and turns
in the story written just for me
When is the beginning of the next act?
When is the ending of this act?
Acts behinds the acts parading
It is all the same drama
with new beginnings
in every dance step
Never do I really get
to know the story behind
All my quick clumsy steps
in all of these acts
with no scripts to be found
Never do I get to live the parts
but only to act the roles
with no real skills
like a novice on the stage
or, just as an extra
an invisible actor
many times with no applause
when in shadow of others
who steal my show
It is time to quietly bow
get away from the spotlight
or hide behind the curtains
It is already time
for the curtains to close
by the time I get in sync
with the beats
The drama must go on
Go on forever
Long after I shed my costumes
Hang up my masks
Wash off my make up
To walk off the stage
Never to look back
Walk off to the side wings
Alas! Can't believe at all
All this drama without a Director!
What an illusion of a script!
Drama without a director!
Magical disappearing act into nothingness
No stage, no theater, no actors
Was it all an illusion, after all?
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