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George Krokos Apr 19
A wasted effort can be seen to be like a trial run
and the objective would be to learn and have fun.
From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Naveen Malhotra Dec 2020
Often talk of subjective, objective
Subjective person specific
Objective person independent
All perceptions
Give rise to objective
Through self separation
And practice
Objective declaration
Independence subjective
For ordinary humans
Subjective the Monarch
Powers how you limit
How objective you are
Naveen Malhotra Dec 2020
You're not always subjective
So the poetry
Unless personal tragedies
Lots of objectivity
Filtered of subjectivity
Residue of biases
Thrown away
May end crisis
Objectivity may prevail
Still different perspectives
Different philosophies
Leading to disharmony
For harmony to prevail
Tolerance necessary!
Naveen Malhotra Sep 2020
We believe in external world
We perceive images
Images interact with images
Changing the reality
Thinking objectively with our images
Stone age to modern age
we evolved successfully
What else we need as proof
Images reflect reality in physicality
Our thinking is more or less objective
Evidenced by the extant order
Otherwise, there would be
all round anarchy
Aberrations do occur
No need for painting
gloomy pictures that we live in images
Distorted by the subjectivity of individuals
We believe in external world
We perceive images
Valid, valid images
True reflection of reality!
Views antithetical to those expressed in this poem are more popular with people who love poetry. Happiness joins hands with sadness and melancholy is the winner!
Mystic Ink Plus Mar 2020

I laugh at those
Whose only goal
Is to rise high

That high
They are left

Let me laugh
Once again
Genre: Observational
Theme: What Next?
Note: The higher one rises, the more farther the home will be. And it's only the home, the best place to be. In the background of COVID-19.
Mystic Ink Plus Jan 2020
So, You want to win?
I too wish
You to win

Your winning
Never makes me
A loser

I am
In a constant pace
In a different race
For a different cause
Towards a different future
Trusting the process
Of self renewal
All way along
Since then

So, You want to win?
I too wish
You to win

Embark on
Your journey
Thrive and flourish
All the best
Genre: Inspirational || Experimental
Theme: Sanity
Author's Note: And I have seen
Some are taught
Just to take part in a rat race

With whom?
For what?
In confusion
How strange a tide… apathetic to its core.
Novichok in the system — we’ve already hit the floor.
Not without warning for the interested few.
Sure, indigo on the spectrum, but black in our view.
Our prophets are wary, lamenting for the lot.
The glass thicker than ever: they’re forced to watch them rot.
Let’s not dilute it over biscuits and tea.
We’re addicted to passion; it drains both you and me.
Quit cold turkey; we’ll wither and die within the week.
We blew past the sabbath; so muddle on and be meek.
Telephone the skies, but the network is full:
We put off the harvest — our calls all but null.
“Don’t think just breathe and wait for the pull of the plug.”
There’s a way, truth, and life; but deafness is the most popular drug.
Our water is muddy; the dolls’ overjoyed.
Reject all the falsehoods; their eyes shimmer from the void.
I’m here to remind you there’s more than you think.
Dead end paths are common; they want you to sink.
Exist behind ego and you’ll miss the horizon.
Perspective’s a gift if you’re looking to wisen.
Races aren’t games for an aspiring professional.
Throw out your excuses you don’t need a confessional.
There’s anguish in the conviction; you’ll be forced to commit.
But sleep-walking is pervasive; few actually submit.
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2019

We will pray
For a common
What is good for

It be
Genre: Spiritual
Theme: Greeting the divine
Manan sheel Jan 2019
These thick waves of this river,
This fading sun, a little above it,
This unique universe,
These eyes which carry universes,

All these are works of art,
created for us,
so that we can see glimpses
of our home, in them,
in certain moments,
and reach it,
when worthy.

© Manan sheel.
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