A Simple Truth

You try to put her into words,

You fabricate myths

Around her existence, goals, and motives;

One often tries to decode the unknown,

A vain attempt to ease one’s existence.

 

The caprices of a woman,

Are similar to Nature’s

For she is the personification of it.

The calmness of her mature perspective

Is similar to the soothing waters,

For she is the embodiment of it.

The Woman is a being not to be understood and analysed,

Though she is the essence of wisdom.

Like the emotions,

Human, feel the beauty of the creator;

 

For if you consider God, Masculine

Feminine is the Universe.

One cannot exist without the Other.

 

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Ego Vs. Wisdom

The ego speaks through the knifed tongues,

Filed by the experiences of elation.

We assume we know the cosmos and its deterrents,

Have you embraced humility?

The knower speaks of a bibliophile

‘thou art a bookworm’

The bibliophile a humble soul ponders –

Educating the knower would end in chaotic eruptions

Of ego and superiority.

The humble gladly forfeit,

For it values peace of self and soul.

The knower goads its victory.

An unlearned script repeats.

O knower mine, thou shalt have to embrace

Knowledge.

O humble senile, thou shalt have to share it with thee.

The Infidel Guardian

Every time I walk

I turn to be sure,

Precaution is better than cure.

Every time I walk

I think of the wholesome lies you spewed,

I remember the manipulative support you endorsed.

I don’t believe others when they say the truth.

Paranoia has gripped my soul;

I’d rather wallow in pity

Than stand up to your fibs.

I feel cozy in the nook you placed my cage into:

I cry into the pillow, silently

Lest you hear my voice.

Your assumptions are vague

And dipped in misogynistic masochism.

I feel scared,

Unnerved,

You have trained me well.

I think twice every time I turn.

My back engraved with the chameleon’s tongue

I doubt myself now,

Am I sane to be here?

The Genetic Flaw

The epiphany had struck,

I was just a child;

Grasping mud with my bare hands,

I stuck them into moulds

I baked them at scorching heat

The sun bore witness to my ordeal.

Silenced by the world around,

Mother, you laughed on.

I became you,

Naturally.

Your thoughts became mine,

You were cloned,

I became enshrined.

Not once, mother, did you stop, unlearn and unleash your wrath.

No more, I scream,

I was just a teen;

I was educated and I unlearned.

Smiling at my accomplishment,

I roared – You can be more!

The epiphany struck,

You stared at me through the mirror.

Mother you had been through my fate,

Why did you still impose your failures on me again?

You love me, you hate me.

You protect me, you scare me.

Congratulations mother mine,

Now I am as lost, as you seem.

My identity just another dream.

You have found immortality;

Mother mine, now you reside in my mind.

A Loner’s Anatomy

I inhale,

    The exorbitant air,

My lungs feel alive, the soul yet dead.

Unnerved by my inanimate spirit

I delay exhalation.

I gasp, I am alive.

   The body begs to live, my soul differs.

I wait…

Uninhabited is my island.

I wait…

   Maroon will arrive.

Together we will curse our biology,

And doubt our metaphysics.

Together we will destroy,

The peaceful nonexistent normality.

The maroon soldiers will wither,

My island will stand.

    Silent, peaceful and uninhabited;

           Alone I will rise. Again.