Conversations with Angel: Origami Swans and Fissured Mandalas
Answer me, says Angel. Would that find you peace?
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Answer me, says Angel. Would that find you peace?
It still carries its roots, yet having a new form. A form different from the parent tree, And it’s totally fine.
Poet shares that one should cut ties with the meat which a person consumes and replace with alternative products.
And so, distractions are used as shield
And multitask as armour
I Keep longing for my self
I Keep longing for my own company.
She never feels enough
Always desperate to please
An overthinker
Gladly not a compulsive drinker
And there’s he,
In each of my dreams,
Showering all his blessings upon me,
Always holding me tight, in my screams
Alas, they survived
“Shameful”, most say
Don’t you see
Never too deeply observing her bare skin. Always pulling down her skirt. Now she believes it is all a dream. Or so it seems
History was shamed in 1945;
‘History was corrected’ in 2019-2020;
Nations heal after a nuclear holocaust;
But is healing possible when jubilation is achieved at humanity’s cost?
In using our language now we’re ashamed
Laughing, larking, talking lame.
Our tradition is now getting lost
Modernism and westernization is the cost.
Freedom will come when words such as unity, cooperation, brotherhood, peace will have deeper connotations and won’t just be words attached to strings loosely tied to humanity.
People whom you think got everything, name, fame, career, wealth; even they are struggling in their lives with some battle. Be good to them. Be kind.