From sun-up to sun-down I sought myself.
Am I a lover of glory or pelf?
Does my heart rain to see tears in an eye?
Do I swell to see myself in the sky?
Am I conscientious in discharge of duty
To all who shape me for all a beauty?
Am I true to myself in odds and ills?
Relish all that is beautiful in feels?
Do I lament for what is lost for e'er?
Should I steal myself away from there
Where I feel I'm third person singular?
What else could I devise to be in par
With others who are no mat...
Not at all.Rather it's an off-shoot of one who's mentally operative all the while,awake or asleep.Now.it's an unchallengable truth that a man speaks only one-tenth of what's pent-up within him.And he's to do it under compulsions of social diktats.The thinner the crowd around me the more I'm prone to talking.And when is a man most himself?When he's asleep.So it's then he talks most.Sometimes,however,such talkings are attended by bodily movements.Psychoanalysts term it`Somnambulism'.To checkmate i...
When blogs are blocked,what's the way out,my Dear,
when brains are clogged,are'nt we possessed with fear?
When thoughts get locked,whate'er comes isn't sheer
Nonsense that nobody bothers to hear?
When nobody hears you,isn't your try a mere
Running on the heels of a golden deer?
Both Rama and Lakshana knew not,- near
Panchavati Ravana spat his sneer,
For both treated Surpanakha with jeer.
And thus they proved themselves as no good seer
Of what was to befall in future near.
And we remember what fo...
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