Self absorbed much

I, me, mine.
Just me, only I.
I fell, I cried.
I fell on you, and you wiped
your tears. I only saw mine.

Always me, I,
That’s it. Only my
anger, fear, dried tears. I said
I understand your pain.
I tried to see the glass I broke
but felt only the shards. I lied.

You? What about mine?
Only me. Am I
Ouroboros actualized? It’s funny
that I glorify. I am spineless.
I raze myself, self-sabotage. Snake personified.

I am the snake who
convinced them of the apple. I
want to blame someone else
but it’s only me. I am
snake, Adam, and Eve, all tied.

I am the snake that
is under no control. Shiva
had the snake wrapped
around his neck but mine
strangles me, spitting venom. I am
the snake which bites itself, I cry.

I, me, mine.
A venomous snake that injects
me with my venom. My
tail in my mouth. Needless Ouroboros,
I don’t want to bite.

Arrayed disorder

Buzzing and wiggling in the calm,
Nothing coming to a rest.
Chaos reigns the present.
Movement is riotous; replete with
unrest

There is no direction,
Growth is nonlineal, non-linear.
Inherent primal genius born.
Created has an order, with afterbirth in
cinder

Chaos breeds creation
Order pushes created
Evolving within chaos; expanding with order
Creation pushing created; Chaos and order
mated

Peak

Calming my breath to bring focus
at each step in front of me.
Not on the peak, not on the person ahead of me.
Just the next step is where my focus would be.

I look up and my head swims,
fear creeps up inside.
No amount of preparation seems enough
when the goal is in sight.

Fear starts to swell,
growing and it expands.
Legs shiver, feet tremble,
thoughts arrive in my mind.

Untitled-I

Comfortable Jeep, Enfield so royal
Leather-fur coats and jackets.
Seeing far-off, difficult to reach places,
Mountains have never been so cordial.
“How beautiful! Trees boreal!
The waters are sparkling clear!
Colours green and blue.
I’ve never felt so surreal!”
Sunrise is celestial, sunsets are classic,
All colours feel real.
New perceptions arising due to
a break from the habitual.

Antinomy: Irony of Words

Surrounded by words, people as words
Ideas as words, actions as words
Nothing to feel, only words.
Only talk, only babble.

Sadness in words
Happiness in words
Twisting, modifying
Aggrandizing, astonishing
Complicating, simplifying.
All words, all talk.

Hope as words,
Despair as words,
Nothing is felt,
Nothing is experienced,
Only words.

Am I a judgement?

Thought.
Judgement.
Thought, and judgement.
Thought or judgement?

Judgement, and thought.
Judgement or thought?
Judgement is thought?
Thought is judgement?

Thinking is judging?
Act of thought is an act of judgement?
I think therefore am I?
Am I because I think?

Flame

Looking at a flame in a closed space,
Running the fan at the lowest pace,
Flame is stable, flame is flickering,
It sometimes dances, mind is bickering.
Dancing flame looks appealing
Yellow, bright, swaying, pleasing.

Room flickers with the flame,
I only see what the flame shows,
Room looks unclear, many shadows,
Brightness is uneven, room looks narrow.

Flame occasionally settles,
It is no more just yellow.
Dark brown at the center, yellow surrounds it,
blue covers it with a clear glow.
Room no more sways,
It is visible with greater clarity,
Shadows still remain,
only limited to areas not lit by the flame.

Nothing is as it seems – Memory

                                                                 What is memory?
Memory is both our ability of remembering and the event we remember from the past. Many questions come to my mind when I think about memory. What becomes a memory? How an event becomes a memory ? How do we recall our memories? and many more. My interest presently is only in what becomes a memory and how memories are remembered? I am neither technically capable nor well-read to delve into how a memory is created.

Kindness

Everyone wants to be kind and compassionate and want to be surrounded by such people. Usually when people say they are kind or compassionate they mean in terms of how these traits are shown to the outside world. Speaking politely (or nicely), not being rude, sympathetic, charitable, helpful, animal-loving, giving respect to people who are at a level below us (in any way, mostly financially and status-wise) are the most commonly considered aspects of being kind and compassionate. But is this really being kind?

People treat others the way they treat themselves.

Credere Meus-V

1. Nothing is permanent. Ideals, beliefs, people, values, morals and ethics are a function of time, situation and perspective. Rather everything is a function of one’s response to those.
2. Nothing and nobody can be owned. Illusion of owning non-living entities only leads to those entities owning you. And living beings cannot be owned for they are an independent creation with a conscience of their own.
3. There are no rights and wrongs. There is only awareness or lack of it.
4. One cannot seek contentment, peace and happiness from someone else.