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Aneesh H Mar 2020
Every experience of mine - high or low
Is a seed I sow
The time of Sun, doth shine
Blossoming into a flower
Or remain buried in the soil
A silent testimony of my toil
Etched in the mind of Earth
Lighting a poor man's hearth.
Aneesh H Mar 2020
Giveth but half a description: crude,
The state of the self incessant, I brood
Fatigued; In vain, in the dark
I await, a patient ear that lark-

My pain, a frozen litany but to utter
Unconsoled, feeble, I stutter
That, my desolate heart belongeth not in gaiety,
nor misery..an existential entity, a lost liberty.
Aneesh H Mar 2020
After the cows come home
And the sun goes down
And the moon spills milk

As the world shuts its eyes
Withdrawing its senses
Like a still tortoise

I awaken to life
Perched upon the Parijata;
Taking unto myself
the agony of the world
in silent contemplation.
What of the haunt of the night
Before the haunt of my heart!
Parijata is a mythical tree supposed to be in Heaven. Associated with the love story of Lord Krishna and Satyabhama
Aneesh H Mar 2020
A portrayal of showy farce
With truth and fact quite scarce
A look at my own face in the mirror-
To be dead is more acceptable than such horror


A letter to myself at the end of the year
Of memories far and nightmares near
Is an idea so full of fright
I could never bring myself to write
Aneesh H Jan 2020
Success is not a standalone gain
Nor your own crown: ye alone, not pride
For the sweat and toil of a collective whole
Who, in adversity, stood firm, by your side.
Can we claim, that all success is one's own,  by him/herself? I answer with an emphatic No! In political theory,  the celebrated political philosopher and theorist of justice,  Michael Sandel critiques hyper individualistic thought.  I tend to agree: we are all indebted right from birth to Nature,  our parents and the like.  There is a share of all of them,  in our success.  We should be grateful to everyone who helped on the way,  for we couldn't have achieved anything purely on our own.

In India,  we are born indebted to the gods,  the sages and the parents.  More on this,  another time!
Aneesh H Jan 2020
Be like the Ocean - majestic, serene, resilient;
Accepting all, rejecting none.

Calm, Vast, Ageless, Timeless, Guileless:
Unto that source where all rivers become One.
The majesty and calm of the ocean has had a humbling effect on me,  each time I witnessed the ocean.  

It is said that the ocean is the true source of all rivers.  All major human settlements right from Egyptian, Indus Valley Civilization were borne on river banks. Thus,  rivers have sustained humanity since forever.

The source of all rivers,  it is said by the learned, in reality,  is the ocean: the ocean might also be their destination.  

I dream of a day when our hearts become as large as that of the ocean,  free of discrimination and deceit,  full of acceptance with no exception.
Aneesh H Jan 2020
Each day hundreds of cells die
And hundreds resurrect - those who
Compose my body, my self.
Thus, I change each moment, bit by bit
Without realisation - a continuous transformation.

Each cell that composes my body
-Living and Dying-
Is as much as heir of my existence
As any other.

A collection of all cells
Makes what I 'am'.
The thought that holds onto a desire of immortality-
Amidst a continuous flux of birth and death
Is perhaps what 'I' am.
I have always been fascinated by the unreal, the surreal and the imaginative. I have found metaphysics attractive: loved a poem of John Donne (Ask Not for whom the bell tolls). For me, engagement with metaphysics is a means to self-inquiry: the real question of identity. Not mere physical identity, but a meaningful conception of one's own self, a sum total.

It is insightful for me to note, that amidst so many changes, something deep down, remains constant, a sort of witness to all the changes occurring, but not being a party to the same!
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