Sunday, 3 November 2013

Skepseis

I

I find myself confined in a strange darkness - the doctrines and lofty ideals of Philosophy pull me to one side; whereas my animal nature and baser instincts regularly throw me aside to the other – between the Poles of these extreme powers I feel hopelessly stranded. 

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

Man, and his neurotic need for Power.

Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power.

-Abraham Lincoln

The popular discourse of the history of the human species has been largely dominated by its political aspect. Right from school to university, the greater focus of all those who engage in the study of human history is dedicated to the political activities of man. It is a simple yet significant symptom of the human obsession with power and all the problems associated with it. 

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Inferno

I sleep with stars in my eyes,
and the silence of the hills
is a constant companion.
The river nearby sets the tone
for a conversation with myself.

Thursday, 13 June 2013

The Poet's Eye.


The poet’s eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven.
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,

-          William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

A poet's work is to reduce his universe to human terms.

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Catharsis

I want to reach out to the stars,
but alas my hands can't grasp,
the distant sky -
nothing defies gravity.

I want to rush like the mountain river-
yet my heart can't trust
the waterfall -
I am afraid of heights.

Zoe


You were forged in the wombs of stars,
and your breath - the gift of heavens;
your blood is surely the sap of life,
and from your sweat springs forth the hope of eternity.
Get up and smile-
you are the result of the love of thousands.

Swan Song

In the last days of my life,
I want to live in perfect peace,
without regret, without guilt-
that hollows the very insides
of the soul.
I want to die knowing that
I did all I could do,
squeezed up all the juice that life could offer me;
drank all the wine that was poured in my cup;
basked in sunlight until night had come -
and that I missed no gift that life sent me.

Dreams


Set me free;
Make me like the unfettered wind
which goes its own way,
like sunshine which can't be trapped
by the darkest nights;
I want to be,
like the gushing rainwater stream,
and make my own path;
and like the warrior undistracted by pain,
forge my own destiny
with blood and sweat.