Category: Poetry
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Arrogance of benevolence
How often do you wonder If your work is worthy at all? If your work touches, cares and feels, raises, improves…even transforms? This thought torments, troubles & weighs Pulls, weakens & preys And rightly so…for what else Can check the arrogance of benevolence February 11, 2021
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Anamalai doodles
Have never sketched. Did not think I could. High school drawing class was misery and perhaps played no insignificant part in this. Year-end slow-down unrelated to COVID-19 helped bring some pause to an otherwise tumultuous year. Two doodles from the hills.
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The hand and the mind
A chemical soup churns an ancient recipe,a salad of acids nuceic,a pattern so oft flawed,a twist & a turn,livin’ up to the font of a God? A nurture awaits the soup,hands not always gentle, words not often soothing,parsing the salad with a shifting key,an encryption undefined, unbroken. A million years of evolution,moments, minutes and years…
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Pointing to myself
I can press like on one and retweet another with ease; practising my likes & retweets requires grit and strength that I am still trying to gather; tired of pointing out everything that’s wrong with the world and realise that I’m complicit to what I point…