Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem 

Did you see a vision in your sudden blindness  that you needed to learn and teach, out of a raging pursuit  out of a debilitation? And how you turned out to be (!) prolific mentor in a dystopian world! Discovering that the piecrust of   seeking happiness leaves one without tasting the meat  within it. Like in the West, libido felt like a liberation,Continue reading “Huxley, the West pursued so-called happiness; the East sought equanimous calm: A poem “

What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem 

All through the hectic vacuousness of my life,  when I thought I had so little, so meagre,  not even a half-filled glass; I didn’t question  the lack of generosity of Fate. I am not even arrogant  in my being above expectation. I am happy with  the fructose of soulful wisdom, than the   saccharine of the material. Did my art arise   from lack ofContinue reading “What constituted the artistry of my soul?: A poem “