Burn!!!!
I need a thought To strike a match And flare my reasoning The hiss of hope Acrid sulphuric fumes Stings the sensibilities Burns bright Twin torches Ignites my dark irises Split second reflections Zeroed-in my pupils Privacy unleashed For your world to see Flare flickers Kite on a tethered string Strains, stutters, stops Wisps of wisdom Flits fretfully Dark irises, darker pupils For your world to see Amber embers smoulder Privacy restored For my world to see Darkness glows Darkness lights Darkness dawns Darkness delivers Breaking light from within!
What stayed with you?
A line that lingered, a feeling, a disagreement. Great comments are as valuable as the original piece.
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The torches we light to light our path, burn weaker than the torches of hate that burn our souls...
Hate is anger and anger is always self-destructive. We live on a short fuse, predictably edging towards absolute annhilation.
So, what do you do? You turn away...
Anger cannot be controlled. If we try to subdue it or bottle it up, it comes out like a volcano erupting destroying everything in its wake. It is best to channelise it into something constructive, letting it all out surely and safely without injuring oneself or others. How you do it - is a million dollar question!! I'm still looking for the "correct" solution!
jai ho!!! jai ho !!! so the lady is good, not only at poetry but the discourses as well....carry on the gyaan
This "discourse" would have been "gyaan" if I had found the answer to the "million-dollar question"! Till such time my so-called "gyaan" is just another question we all love to throw and eiher expect the answers to fall in our laps or merely to keep up with our "questioning" peers!
So much burning, so much vapor, so many ashes, and we all walk the streets as if we are not decomposed...
Thoughts are pure energy (be it negative or positive) so it cannot be destroyed. It all boils down to science - matter vs. anti-matter or more simply put in a chiched way "Good vs. Evil!". But who determines what is "Good" and what is "Evil" - the eternal question contimues to plaque us all!
Not much difference between Good and Evil... Its the same difference as in between Love and Lust... you can't tell which is which. Perception guides our righteousness.
Yes - the age old truth about relativity. What's the difference between making love and sex???? It's just your perception as you have "rightly" (excuse me for using a "relative" term) said.
Isn't perception faulty at times? Wasn't the scientific revolution a new perception which changed world history... witch hunts were outlawed thanks to a new perception... how "rightly" were those flares in time?
Again the vicious circle - to call perception "faulty" is being prejudiced. Perception ideally should be relative and therefore there is no measurement for it. And when we try to measure it against some social benchmark, then there are "flares" ... and history keeps repeating itself!
Perception is relative, true! History repeats itself, true! I repeat myself, true! So, lets go back to "burning!" Circles... we spin.
Ah! your comment is poetry. We repeat ourselves, going round in circles, treading on our footsteps and trying to reason and justify why we left it there in the first place. As for "burning" - the flare is there is love, anger, hate - all passions. We burn our own witches at the stake blinded by the flare. The moment we can see beyond that flare, we solve the circular matrix of life. Till such time we are stuck in ourselves believing everything "I" do is "right" and what the others perceive as "hogwash"!
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