(“I Think Therefore I Am” – René Descartes)
Therefore I am?
Does enjoying all our senses makes us aware of our existence as human or only thinking makes us human?
Comical way of looking at the creationist evolutionist debate.
Nor a true believer,
Creationist no, not a perfect evolutionist,
Nor a secular I do myself find.
Find beauty in things all around,
Though from time to time,
I scratch my head to understand,
why did mosquitoes and leeches abound?
Creator’s way of punishing evolution’s top ranked?
Or when will evolution evolve enough,
To banish pollution and waste from this earth?
Do not want to scratch too much.
Head is already shining bright.
Too many questions, not enough answers.
Let me wear my secular hat for a moment,
And enjoy the Holiday Lights.
Memories of a train ride where some passengers taunted a little beggar girl.
There, extending one of her shriveled hand,
Barely reaching the window,
Tiny, little beggar girl,
May be hardly in her teens,
What demons had sacrificed
This little girl on their alter of lust?
Robbing her childhood,
Her innocence and sanity lost.
Forcing her to beg.
Oblivious to the lustful gaze of the animals
At her exposed breasts,
Her sanity long gone,
From window to window she moved,
Pitiful eyes scanning the faces inside,
Silently begging for food.
The face had faded long before
The picture is slowly fading.
Even the passing of several decades
Have not erased the shame and guilt.
Face, instead of being mirror of the mind, hides the pain hidden deep inside.
Face is the mirror
Of the mind,
That mirror has become
Opaque long ago.
It does not reflect anymore
Under layers of cosmetics.
Promises of eternal youth,
Now does not show
Maybe it’s for the better
To hide the pain
Bloggers battle to reach out and win hearts through their creations.
Warriors of the Night
Warriors of the night
Out in droves,
Alone in their foxholes,
Manning their battle stations,
Fingers flying across their weapons.
Over land and water
Differences excite exploration,
Reaching out to unknown friends,
Bringing the world closer
One word at a time.
Life is to live or to live is life. Does it matter?
Life’s Trivial Questions
Question is not “To be or not to be”
Life is to live or
To live is life,
I live to eat or
Eat to live,
Answers do not matter.
Can’t go back,
Time travel is a myth.
Only option is to move forward,
Till it’s time to part.
Searching for those fleeting moments,
When sunshine brought some peace.
Is it too much to ask,
For a little of those moments,
Or do I just eat to live?
Are we created in the image of the creator or our imperfections had created an imperfect image of the creator
Immediately without consent,
Wrapped and stamped,
As being created
In the image
Of an unknown,
Mind’s virginity lost,
Before even realized
What it meant.
Justice and righteousness,
Truth and fairness,
Manipulated words, victims of fanatical minds.
Bruised and bettered,
Are we created in the
Image of the perfect one?
Or are we following blindly the
Created by imperfect us?
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