“What failures have is none what the successful can imagine,
-From toiling in the sun and bearing sheer disappointment
This new creed of failures have amassed for themselves
a huge fortune of talents, tons of motivation
and the most important of all,
the sincerest of desire to succeed.
In a world where failures and successful are equaled,
the world would then be ruled by the majority 99%
and not by the small fortunate 1%.”

MY ENCOUNTER WITH FAILURE

That when Failure knocked the door,
I knew not how to behave,
Or to see his dreadful face,
in the most positive manner I'd ever known.

That when Failure knocked the door,
I quickly ran to shut the door,
But my inner conscience fought me,
For treating a guest with so much malice

That when Failure knocked the door,
I answered him, and looked up his dreadful face.
I shooed away his company, his friends-
namely Anger and Distress.

That when Failure knocked the door
I stood up straight on the floor
and tried my best to hide my contempt,
and put forward hospitality and preempt.

I welcomed him in, quite reluctantly,
and showed him around the house.
I took him to his room,
and provided him bread and loom.

The next day, earlier than day break,
Failure got up and left the house,
Leaving behind him a huge fortune as a token
Of his appreciation for my love and care.

Later, Years Later, when I walked
Into the palaces of the Greats,
I found them, to my amazement, made up
Of the same fortune left by my friend.

BENEATH THE MASK OF EVERYDAY UNIVERSE

BENEATH THE MASK OF EVERYDAY UNIVERSE


Beneath this mask of everyday universe,
There lies a cosmic system, a system
So intricate and complex,
That the mere saying of its name,
Would anger the wise and the scholars.


Beneath this illusionary world,
There lies a unity of purpose,
A clear evident Will
Which is responsible for everything.


Beneath the hustles and bustles of everyday life,
There exists a corner, a corner
Where all life halts
And where every sin forgiven.


Beneath the mask of development and progress,
There lies the face of a greedy man, a man
Who would give away everything
To get what he wants.



Beneath the egos and self beliefs,
There lie men, women and children,
Who wants to be cuddled,
Loved and believed.


Beneath the act of anger and revenge,
There lies an event, an event
Which is triggered by foreign factors
And external circumstance.


Beneath this world of ‘I’ and ‘You’
There exists a world of unified consciousness
And purpose.


Beneath this mask of every day universe,
That’s where true life exists.



-Chirag Jain

ALL OUR LIVES

ALL OUR LIVES


All our lives, we have been convinced
That we are good for nothing,
Mere creepers who walk the land,
Doing nothing and caring about nothing.
We have long been stripped off
From the title of an ‘Individual’
And are now treated as low as a worm.


All our lives, we were held responsible,
For the mistakes that we never commit.
All our lives, we were put into those horrible situations
Because we believed in existentialism.


All our lives, we were laughed at,
Cursed, and became a mere laughter
For all those who didn’t care
A bit about the world.


All our lives, we have been mere servants
To the whims and wishes of the virus
That runs the system.
The system- Our body.



There’s a lot of crap in the air,
And none of it can be cleaned
Without faith –Faith- The only weapon
Against destructive programming.


I need to have my dose of faith,
Where is it, I know not!
I wish I knew, but then knowing
Itself is a wishful act!
Acting is more than just knowing,
It is Active Knowing!


Why have I grown up,
And surrendered to such prejudices?
Well, because of survivalism,
I had to survive,
To minimize the loss,
And to reduce the pain.


-Chirag Jain

Ode to the vagabond II

Unstirred by the rising sun,

Undisturbed by the setting sun,

The vagabond lives a life of fun,

Let his tasks be done or undone.

Unrested he arises from his den

Stirred up by a sudden doze of passion,

His life is run by passion, and passion

Alone, and he is, none, but a passionate man.

Unaware of how his light is spent,

The vagabond wastes no time to lament

Over his deeds, his ideals are those of the saints,

And in his mind, new ideas grow and ferment.

Unstirred, Undisturbed, Unrested and Unaware

The vagabond lives his life, deprived of care.

-Chirag

Give me passion

Where on the heaven bounty
Can passion be found?
-in or by Apollo’s county?
Could be, since wisdom is a good
Predictor of a passionate body.
My heart longs to find
Its passion and my body
Starves to feel its presence.

My life sails on the situational waters 
As slow as a boat in a dusty pond.
Give me passion and my live will tear through the waters
And get to its destination with no loss of bond.

I ask not much, but a reason
To wake up early in late nights
And to resist the temptations
Of sleeping early at night.
O! The heaven bounty
Shower upon me from your gracious county
A passion- a reason to live
And a reason or cause for which to die. 




-Chirag

For My Love

Unsullied by the sulking sun,
Undisturbed by the disturbing elements,
Undone by the doing nature,
Arises my love, born to nurture.

She’s a perfect strike of holiness
And worldliness mixed together,
Of love and kindness
Mixed and mingled together.

She walks not a barren land,
But with her magical presence
She makes every land
A living essence

Her breath showers life on the less fortunate
And her smells surrounds the world and binds it
Into a bond of kindness and love.
Her eyes look at none, but see everything,
And she, with all these qualities, exceeds everything.

I am unable to choose
between whether I wish
her to love me in return
Or to gain strength to love her forever
And forever for what she is
And not for what I think she is.

-Chirag