For we are not one person
but several--how often
one is at loggerhead with another
our thinking shifts even in moments
our feelings and emotions clash
we battle in different selves
we dwell in multifarious moods-
inconsistent, unpredictable
self-praising and self-incriminating
hardly wholesome, most often fragmented


beyond Freud, Jung and Adler
(did they know enough?)
the neuro-sciences and philosophers
have but peeps into
our psyche and guesses they make
we are a species too complex
for understanding or analysis
we are our own nemesis

ourselves we torment
others we brutally hurt
reason is but a shadow
hatred a loud voice does speak
humanity dies
out of despair and grief

were we ever made
for love and beauty?
were we in kindness bred?

the poet weeps
too much he has seen, heard
and felt. Himself he examines
he tries to understand
whether he too belongs
to the common clan
of the incomprehensible man

where is the holistic
and authentic person
to be found?
and how could human nature
turn around
to the path of redemption
that would elevate mankind
to a higher ground?