Long ago, nature had engendered wonderful lovers on earth.
In the desert of Middle East their feeling had become one.
Their unique oneness has become legend of the world.
Alas! They could not become one till the last breath.
In their divine oneness I see the beauty of both heaven and earth.

If you repress life, you are definitely afraid of life. Repression can bring dangerous outcomes. If you go on repressing, repressing, one day you will lose all aesthetic sense.

You are now afraid of life because you are afraid of death. You don’t live because at the highest points, peaks, death always penetrates into life. Have you watched this happening?

Buddha poem.

Why presume things that exist
behind the mountain high?
Why go day-dreaming
When night’s certainly going to fall??
God, Lucifer, Jesus, Muhammad,
Moses, Buddha and more
strung like beads in rosaries bright.

God is not an item displayed
In a well-lit show case
for sale
nor an item that could be shown
to prove nothing…

A poem appreciating the buddha’s essence.

The most important question is ‘How to Live’, not ‘Why Live?’

Though Gautama Buddha is a separate sect, many assume that Buddhism itself is part of Hinduism and He is the incarnation of Lord Vishnu. He has always emphasized on living ethically (based on Dharma) and not to have desires, which would lead one to painful living.

This is the form of eternity that would appear towards the end of the current yuga (era) that we are living in, where Lord Vishnu is expected to take the form of a human on horse to eradicate all evils.