It is wise to be foolish
at times,
but so foolish to be intelligent
always.
It is wise to be foolish
at times,
but so foolish to be intelligent
always.
In all things of nature,
there is something
of the marvelous.
-Aristotle
Your ruby blood in mine,
a pure ecstasy,
melting of skins.
As I sighed, the breath took a curve
and emerged in two,
leaving behind zillion dew drops;
settling at the corners
of my parched mouth.
Crystalizing the moment in time.
On the broadway called Life ,
actors were many;
but the spectacle
was missing.
Some kisses were,
hurled but the
warmth was missing.
Time has witnessed the many trials
of your life, you often felt a little more than what you saw. It’s about time you kneel down to your self, give yourself a little pat on the back, smile and move on. When you find yourself lost in the raven hours, remember the Tolstoyian words often rings true; God watches everything but waits for his turn.
“ I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.” -Hafiz
Fat cellulite everywhere,
not an inch have I lost from
anywhere.
Keto-Sheeto Vegan-Keegan
Omni-Carni, Raw-Thaw
tried and tried!!
Tasted every waters of
hot springs from the
blue coasts of Sardinia to
the sulphuric lakes of India.
Left & skipped the ever-flowing
ruby wines from the promised
golden grail.
Slayed butchered every lean-
turkey and the farm fed chicken
that came in that way,
cruelly snatched with my
bare hands the last golden egg
that popped from the Mother Hen
just to lay my hands on
that holy protein.
While the scornful Angus
blocked and locked horns
in the ivory door.
Dejected I tried my luck just
one more time and fasted
till the sultry noon which turned into
The Last Supper of the day!
Some exist a wise clown,
dwelling peacefully in
the grim garbs of a jester.
Sprouting often exquisite pearls,
of wisdom here and there;
somewhere in between the
words that men consider banal.
While few exist intellectual
suffering peevishly in the
golden robe of a wise man.
Shackled enslaved by their
pretentiousness, declined and despised
by their intellect. Banished and
forever cursed to measure each word
with someone’s rhyme and meter.
“ To belittle, you have to be little.”
-Gibran
Those who like to wallow,
in the noise of their
voices, can’t float in the;
stillness of silence.