At first my gaze fell,
on torn of clothes,
on ugly and hard face,
on poor living,
how archaic,
how simply he speaks,
My mind revolted,
pinning out at small small,
details and errors in speech, cloths, etc,
how can this poor chap,
be a saint?!
I mocked at the idea,
of renunciation of external unnecessary,
and went further out and out to master the
workings of the world,
I mastered my tongue, I civilized my behavior,
I learned the wits and art's of conversation,
but the more and more I focussed on outer realm's.
my hollowness multiplied further,
and I went more into restless emotional boul's
I had to forcefully keep friends to ease out,
I had to have social circle,
I had to party out to ease myself,
I had to perfect more on presentability on myself on the next day,
but this hollowness grew further,
I started fooling myself even further,
giving myself two sided baits and fears
on one side tied to family and social circle reputation,
and on other hand tying myself to further perfection for service of other's
I thought I can serve someone by the venom I have been bitten,
what a fool I was then,
then somehow I dragged my life, living in confines,
having countless price, name fame and pride,
on check's I signed millions,
but was it doing something worthwhile?
building a school, hospital, will not solve,
it was like one blind doing wellfare of another blind,
As I was going out of my limo,
to my home, i saw again the same ugly face,
but this time I looked into his eyes further,
here I saw, him passing through the full circle,
his humbling presence which I earlier bypassed,
mocking it as stupid, now made more sense then ever,
as I sat with him in myraids of slowy evening,
I bowed down to him with gratitude,
and he understood it and smiled back,
going into trance again,
shrinking himself into something not in forms of description,
contemplating in thunders of silence,
beholding gleaming fullness in empty hands,
with extremely calm yet intesely fired face,
silent, but speaking more than many sensible idiots,
and that was when I saw a saint. . . :)
This is my last poem on blog . . . :)
on torn of clothes,
on ugly and hard face,
on poor living,
how archaic,
how simply he speaks,
My mind revolted,
pinning out at small small,
details and errors in speech, cloths, etc,
how can this poor chap,
be a saint?!
I mocked at the idea,
of renunciation of external unnecessary,
and went further out and out to master the
workings of the world,
I mastered my tongue, I civilized my behavior,
I learned the wits and art's of conversation,
but the more and more I focussed on outer realm's.
my hollowness multiplied further,
and I went more into restless emotional boul's
I had to forcefully keep friends to ease out,
I had to have social circle,
I had to party out to ease myself,
I had to perfect more on presentability on myself on the next day,
but this hollowness grew further,
I started fooling myself even further,
giving myself two sided baits and fears
on one side tied to family and social circle reputation,
and on other hand tying myself to further perfection for service of other's
I thought I can serve someone by the venom I have been bitten,
what a fool I was then,
then somehow I dragged my life, living in confines,
having countless price, name fame and pride,
on check's I signed millions,
but was it doing something worthwhile?
building a school, hospital, will not solve,
it was like one blind doing wellfare of another blind,
As I was going out of my limo,
to my home, i saw again the same ugly face,
but this time I looked into his eyes further,
here I saw, him passing through the full circle,
his humbling presence which I earlier bypassed,
mocking it as stupid, now made more sense then ever,
as I sat with him in myraids of slowy evening,
I bowed down to him with gratitude,
and he understood it and smiled back,
going into trance again,
shrinking himself into something not in forms of description,
contemplating in thunders of silence,
beholding gleaming fullness in empty hands,
with extremely calm yet intesely fired face,
silent, but speaking more than many sensible idiots,
and that was when I saw a saint. . . :)
This is my last poem on blog . . . :)
