SCREEN SAVER MONOLOGUES

I DO MIND CALLING ME ‘MIND’.

Because, I know what do they mean in their mind -

‘Multi-level Interference & Never- ending Deflection’-

is stupidly wrong.

The fact is far from the truth,

neither I do interfere, nor I do deflect.

I’m just doing my job, like a screensaver.

Not even a job... that’s how I’m living.

Sometimes as a flip clock, sometimes as a matrix digital rain,

Helios sometimes, sometimes as 3 D pipes..

pipes will go on connecting themselves endlessly.

Sometimes I will be a dream aquarium

or a fireplace.

Sometimes, I will be living like flying objects,

Sometimes a waterfall, butterflies will be fluttering around,

Plants and flowers will be swaying in the soft wind..

I can make you feel like you are on a cosmic voyage..

I will be bringing rising waves on a beach, and what not…

To be frank, most of the time what you call this world

is just my way of disguising.

But remember, I've no intention to deflect you.

And, sometimes I will be simply absent.

One must have thought that I am dead and disappeared,

but you know..?

just a soft touch, just a mouse click, I am awake

and allow everything to go as it is.

But, it is said that I’m the one who does interfere!

Who is interfering? Me? Or you zombies?

I DO MIND CALLING ME ‘MIND’.

I was compelled to take an avatar, a shadow entertainer,

to avoid some burning in, when you were idle.

I had to act upon the commands from the above,

to keep everything alive, whenever

you are not on the spot.

But for sure, I never encroached your territory.

I was used as some security measures,

password keeper, lobby decorations etc, but

I never objected, nor tried to deflect you.

I DO MIND CALLING ME ‘MIND’.

In fact, I do not interfere with anything or anyone.

But what can I do, if you all are only interested in being interfered

and being deflected?

I’m just an excuse for you, the living deads.

Unfortunately, nobody shows any interest to work with 

the system in front of them.

Most of them are simply passing the time

looking at my movements or displays,

but they are all accusing me of interfering with them!

Am I?

They do call me MIND.

You know? the moment you get up within,

a mouse click they say,

I’m already back into my den, as small as the sky.

And it is as far away as the venus,

and as close as your breath.

Do you actually know who you are accusing?

You will, till you think that I am a trespasser.

Still, my joy is that

there are very few guys at least, who have

already recognised that No-mind is the way, and

I have seen their scribbles on the screen many times -

‘Mind is the Buddha’.

But I wonder, why do they call me a strange name,

as if I am a part of another CPU?

They do call me MIND.

FAB VIBES - an inceptional glimpse

        (Visiting a fabric shop, many rolls of curtain fabric rolls 

are seen stacked in the corner.

 All these are edited pieces of their end elevation. 

   They resemble silent ripples in an unknown pool.)

              CALL TO THE OTHER END

              It was not a call from the other end,

              was it heard from within?

              Or, was it the very vibratory space,

              calling itself 

               to itself?!

        MEMORY ROLLS

      Oh! I was wrong again.

      There was no this end or that end as such.

     It was like memory rolls unfurled and unfurled...

       I was wrong again...

       Not memory, only remembering on itself

         Or, re-membering to the everlasting vibes

dancing around.

THE PASSAGE

I guessed so, not sure.

I was invoked into a dancing field.

Of course, of vibes.

Did the movements, created a mirage

of time and space,

and of a passing too!

COMING IN, GOING OUT

It was an enduring gestalt, seems so.

Whenever I was adorned with another dimension,

I was overwhelmed with awe, that

I counted it going out or coming in.

I knew a I was bubbled up with playfulness, but

I felt somebody else was playing tricks on me.

GUIDANCE

A drop of light to follow

a crescent of radiance to rise up...

That's what I learned later to call

'the smile'.

THE MOVE

Concerned

apprehensive

fearful

uneasy

perturbed

disquieted

fretful...

But had to move...

with no directions...no dimensions...

JOURNEY

Each step creates the path.

And for every struggle around the path,

do not forget to bring a gift.

Is there any present more valuable than

the joy of being present?

Ultimately, it's a journey of a single step, may be,

from nowhere to nowhere.

MEANING

There happened one skill-

yes, another vibe-

the meaning to be absorbed 

around anything.

It made everything connected to everything,

crossing all the boundaries,

but later,

all boundaries cramped into boundaries, I am afraid.

THE WOMB

A word was conceived in the end.

THE PANG

All these were just crazy vibes,

not pregnant vibes,

pregnant with significance or insight.

The pangs were joyful,

though they were merciless to push into a rebirth.

INTUITION

A back door 

kept ready,

but opened in emergency only.

But for the vibes who danced dangerously,

that was the only open gate, for

always and ever.

DREAM GATE

There were hundreds of dream gates,

closed upon hundreds, or

opened again and again endlessly.

But, whenever I was smashed on the gates,

I was falling back into my own lap, like a falling star.

Did I take everything seriously?!

ENTANGLEMENT

I was just a snoring vibe, knowing not

of the ongoing fest around.

Whenever I was immersed in the dreams,

I mumbled endlessly in entanglements...

But on waking up,

I just cheered up and danced.

Once the vibe dances itself into a freedom vibe,

one always forgets to ask, 'who is in?', 'who is in?'

Love & gratitude to Punya

published in OSHONEWS in April '23