A word with the Creator
If you are out there
Do you not hear what I hear
Is it not resonating with you
Have they all just become
A cacophony of noises
Do you not see what I see
Or has the menagerie of movement
Blurred the vision, as if
Cloaked in a haze of fog
Can't you smell the stench
Of your creation, rotting
Unable to escape the swamp
Enveloping all of existence
Even if you have covered
Your eyes, ears and nose
You cannot be devoid of feeling
You can surely taste the aroma
Your creation is hurting
Unable to understand
How come you have become so aloof
At first they blame themselves
For their over indulgence
But most realize
They played by the rule
Or at least, they were not as bad
As their neighbor
Then they wonder
How come the bad seem to get away
Instead of punishment
They get rewarded
The power is in the hands of the few
Those that make the rules,
And also break the rules
Yet those that tow the line
Are not allowed to shine
Is it that you tire of your creation
Wasn't this made in your image
Wasn't it supposed to represent you
Or is that what hurts the most
Even you can't seem to fathom
Not again, you are forced to erase
To recreate, but whom to model after
When that in your own image has failed.
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Suresh (
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You dare to ask questions that many dare only think ..... N
This subject is consuming my every moment. Only two questions:
1. Why do I exist and to what end? Still unanswered.
2. How do I accounts for my deeds? I concluded that the only answer is through the endless loop of rebirths.
Regrettably all scripture, or philosophy are inconclusive in the end.
Thnx for going back and your valuable comments.
you must not let it eat you up... it is better to be for a moment than never to be for eternity...
Yes, a moment is all one has,
and one can only live in the present
But answers to these question I must find
For living for the sake of living, is not sublime
Appreciate your thoughts
It is better to have a few thought now and then, than have no thoughts at all...
Then our presence and our existence has no meaning
And our power of reasoning, and intelligence is wasted
Living for the sake of living, is a cruel joke on humanity
The day we stop asking, is the day we become brain dead
We might as well be like other species, just to survive and procreate
Thnx for your insight
I and ME, is not a matter of Ego
Nor a feeling of SUPERIORITY
Posessing the power of REASONING
Begs CONTEMPLATION and UNDERSTANDING
My ignorance is unfathomed
Responses, reactions and situations - sums it all up.
Just feeding this whirlwind, before we know, our time is up.
Thnx again
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