Man .
Pathetic.
Needs to command on others
But gets commanded.
Frightening;
Getting frightened.
Threatening;
Getting threatened.
His mere existence and identity
Ever under the falling rocks.
A room full of questions
And he alone in the room.
He seeks shelters
In philosophy, poetry
Power and fame.
His imagination and dreams.
He plays and wrestles
Only with the unreal
Without being able
Ever to touch the real.
He tries;
Gets tired.
Running inside,
He makes no start.
He wants to be
Useful and valuable.
And forgets to be
Useless and purposeless,
Thereby,
Living in no-spontaneity.
Just hollow.
He feels and touches the hollowness
At any time he is alone.
So is he eager to be social.
Engaged in any game of
Purposes and usefulness,
Business or jobs
Philosophy or power,
Poetry or fame.
His opposite.
Woman.
Purposelessly and uselessly
Normal and meditating,
Without any need to go
After business or job
Power or philosophy,
Poetry or Fame.
She touches
The real really.
Physically really.
Just because of the man
The spirit, , behind,
Unknown, unseen,
To sustain
Her physicality intact.
Monday, January 26, 2009
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