Singularity of the Plurality


As the eyes blink to face the sun

Life trembles with the lack of air,

A birth never meets the death

As soul wants to escape the body;

One force guides the other

When soul is muscle-bound,

Two forces work together

Sometimes indifferently

But they needn’t exist at a place;

The monism nullifies our lives

As nothing that we do, ultimately survives,

No progress or flaws, nothing begins or ends,

The world is not like that, the world is full of blind fjord,

Never finished, never the same twice

Lost as we hold, always to be regained,

Perfection is a fallen fruit

Between that meaning and the matter;

Our desire to get that supreme state


Sandeep Kumar Mishra

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