Diwakar Methil Poet

FROM MY SERIE POEMES philosophiques


I am a turtle I withdraw into myself
My shell sometimes impenetrable
Sometimes soft like a sweet babyโ€™s bottom.

As the time and occasion demands,
I can turn inward and outward
With the equal facility, sheer abandon,
A chameleon is changing its hues.

Every time I glance without
I see the impairment, the defects manifold
Of this imperiled world that I live in.

Whenever I glimpse within
I see my shortcomings, flaws
With my strengths relegated
To the lowly back burner.

Iโ€™d instead prefer to look within me
As I cannot refurbish the blemishes
Of the braying external reality.

But of myself, I can try
And transform myself
To achieve albeit with difficulties
The transcending heights
The pinnacle planes
The heady, virtigoan levels
Of the human condition.

And from those Olympian heights
Fight ignorance, selfishness, greed and want.
And all the other infirmities of humankind.
In real-time as well as space.
It is said physician heal thyself.


By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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