Chapter ONE

Arjun was a warrior.
Not just any, but the best of his times....
Landed up in the battle field,
in a war he didnt want to fight,
with people he didnt want ever
to come face to face against...
in the middle of a time when his mind was in a jitter,
the soul was in a fritter...
and peace was nowhere in sight...

But he had a friend.
The ONE full of wit and wisdom,
love and enchantment,
mischief and depth...

There they were:
staring at the fields
full of chariots, elephants,
swords armors and shields...

Disheartened and demoralised
as he saw his kin,
pondered Arjun: traumatised...
Why do i need to fight?
Why cant i simply pursue
the peace in which my heart delights?

what would i gain even if i did compete?
what would i gain by indulging in this meaningless strife?
what is the point of doing things
that dont let me shine in peace and light..

What is this fake name,
that anyway is in the grave going to hide..
and what would i do earning the glory
of a society
that honors might over right?

I dont really care...
i dont want to fight...
take me to the mountains
to meditate and get some insight...

Lucky indeed was he
for he had made his guide...
the ONE full of wisdom,
the spark of the all-might...

Holding the reins of his chariot,
appearing annoyed, hiding a smile:
sang the guardian of knowledge,
to dispel the ignorance
thru words of inner light....

and thousands of year later
stands me in the middle
of the night...
pondering: am i so far from
where Arjun was?
torn between whats easy and whats right?
what you need to do
and instead what u actually might?
between what the world honors
and what this little brain deems right?
between blaming the whole wide world
and the little self inside it...
all this time why did u not do it right?
are you sure if you really want
all the struggle and the fight...
why not just take the simple easy way of delight?
saying this to myself
i open the little booklet
Bhagavad Gita: the song of enlightenment
let us see what brought Arjun to light?