My arena is vaster than yours.
And my visions clearer.
Why do you try to prop me now,
You wingless bird?
I longed in vain the warmth of your plume.
While mine was not poised proper.
I pecked here and there.
And finally found my grain.
I realise I am different.I am a swan!
White and fair and elegant.
Free to fly anywhere in this primordial greenery.
Sky is nearer to me than to you.
Why do you try to prop me now,
You wingless flightless bird?
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Just showing off!!
What role does pretensions play in this world? Of course it has an inevitable presence in our daily life. To stand the tide, you need to pretend that you know more than what you know. You have more than what you have. You will get more than you actually will get..
Simplicity is much acclaimed as a morality taught in small classes. Life teaches us the opposite.. how showing off gains you most of the things you set your eyes upon; and how being humble rob you off the things you really deserve.
So pretend. Pretend you have everything even when you have nothing. Pretend you have the world in your hands, even when all the earth under your feet has eroded away.
Simplicity is much acclaimed as a morality taught in small classes. Life teaches us the opposite.. how showing off gains you most of the things you set your eyes upon; and how being humble rob you off the things you really deserve.
So pretend. Pretend you have everything even when you have nothing. Pretend you have the world in your hands, even when all the earth under your feet has eroded away.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
When time ceases before you..
I discovered a pastime today.
Forget yourself. Your gender. Roam about the streets. You see people. Hundred kinds of faces. Two hundred kinds of expressions. You can hear twenty five comments. Numberless businesses. Children. Women. Men. Youngsters. Beggars. Multistoreyed buildings. Shops on wheels. Bikes. Cars. Buses. Thousands of sounds. Conversations. Horns. Announcements..
Above all you can see what your soul looks like. And how sweet it sings!!!
Forget yourself. Your gender. Roam about the streets. You see people. Hundred kinds of faces. Two hundred kinds of expressions. You can hear twenty five comments. Numberless businesses. Children. Women. Men. Youngsters. Beggars. Multistoreyed buildings. Shops on wheels. Bikes. Cars. Buses. Thousands of sounds. Conversations. Horns. Announcements..
Above all you can see what your soul looks like. And how sweet it sings!!!
Platonic..
The water was blue and clear.
The banyan murmured to the winds.
The hermit took the chill to his frame.
He raised the scooped water.
Sun, for you...
The sun did not pacify.
You see not what you offer.
He scorched and floated west.
The hermit felt sad.
Gods have abandoned me.
He drew his hands to bury his face.
The warrior princess of the woods beamed in the cupped water.
The hermit was freed of qualms.
He meditated the whole day under the banyan.
The banyan murmured to the winds.
The hermit took the chill to his frame.
He raised the scooped water.
Sun, for you...
The sun did not pacify.
You see not what you offer.
He scorched and floated west.
The hermit felt sad.
Gods have abandoned me.
He drew his hands to bury his face.
The warrior princess of the woods beamed in the cupped water.
The hermit was freed of qualms.
He meditated the whole day under the banyan.
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