By Tiruvarur Vikram
I stand unfazed, crafting thoughts into verse.
The silence of the night, profound and terse.
Into unknown realms, the profoundness unfurls,
I lose a few seconds of life as the tobacco burns.
I wonder, when has man ever gained something without a cost?
This chance at answers, I’d regret if lost.
I light another deal with the Gods.
I ask them this time, to show me the cones and rods.
The Gods answer, through the darkness unveils an oasis of light.
To find answers, I dive without a fright.
From what I learn, everything seems to have a plan.
It’s etched in the fundamentals that I seek to understand.
A robust concept that has no flaws.
One strand gives you a peak at the laws.
I wonder how much I can gain when I blow a pack.
Is there a chance to view the finer cracks?
Caught in a conundrum, I think of the simpler times.
When my tasks were nothing but nursery rhymes.
Time’s passed by, and I think of my creator.
My fingers seem to find the keys to this passage, with my body, a mere spectator.
If behaviour is nothing but genes and ground.
Why should thoughts be tethered and bound?
Is this shared consciousness? I gather.
Am I nothing? But, a repetition of my father?
By Tiruvarur Vikram
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