Human

What audacity!

Letting the secrets out, in such a place

The center of space

Or so it seems, to the untamed mind

Is there meaning to it?

Is it to be defined, even if the world doesn’t think so?

Can it be for a reason?

Oh, does any but that mind know

For it is that mind, which conjures

The salt

The water

And sometimes, the emotions

Who are we to judge?

Frail creatures, we are

Forever shying away from it

One of the very things that makes us who we are

Human, for better or for worse

Infinitely Human

Comments

  1. KayDecember 10, 2009 at 11:25 PM

    nicely done...reminds me of last night...so close to home.

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  2. Iddy AlbatrossDecember 10, 2009 at 11:27 PM

    Thanks a lot... :)

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  3. FareedDecember 12, 2009 at 1:36 AM

    Kinda hard on ambitious ones, no?

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  4. Iddy AlbatrossDecember 12, 2009 at 12:30 PM

    If they're the ambitious ones, they should pull through in spite of this. If they don't, you got a paradox on your hands, don't you think? :P

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  5. buckingfastardDecember 19, 2009 at 3:04 PM

    its creativity dat created hitler and same creativity created nelson mandela...lets not blame da creativity hence...

    i likes...gotta go thru ur oder posts!!

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  6. buckingfastardDecember 19, 2009 at 3:04 PM

    its creativity dat created hitler and same creativity created nelson mandela...lets not blame da creativity hence...

    i likes...gotta go thru ur oder posts!!

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  7. Diwakar SinhaDecember 19, 2009 at 3:21 PM

    nice...very nice...

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  8. Iddy AlbatrossDecember 19, 2009 at 8:19 PM

    @ buckingfastard: Not blaming anything here, especially the creativity there. Just noted something about the emotions that define us, and this just came into the mind...

    Still, the openness of interpretation got a new insight about looking at this poem. Thanks, dude! :P

    Hope you have fun reading the older stuff too... Cheers...

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  9. Iddy AlbatrossDecember 19, 2009 at 8:19 PM

    @ buckingfastard: Not blaming anything here, especially the creativity there. Just noted something about the emotions that define us, and this just came into the mind...

    Still, the openness of interpretation got a new insight about looking at this poem. Thanks, dude! :P

    Hope you have fun reading the older stuff too... Cheers...

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  10. Iddy AlbatrossDecember 19, 2009 at 8:40 PM

    @ Diwakar... Thanks man, and welcome here. Cheers...

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  11. Woman in a WindowDecember 20, 2009 at 10:19 AM

    Never judge.
    Only live and feel.

    (You've been very sweet to me. Thank you.)
    xo
    erin

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  12. Woman in a WindowDecember 20, 2009 at 10:19 AM

    Never judge.
    Only live and feel.

    (You've been very sweet to me. Thank you.)
    xo
    erin

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  13. Iddy AlbatrossDecember 20, 2009 at 2:56 PM

    @ Erin... They say conciousness is a curse, and judgement is something like a result of that itself... and being who we are, it's never that easy to let go of judgment. Still, sometimes, I do wish it was easy.

    Welcome to the blog, and you've been equally sweet :) Cheers...

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  14. Iddy AlbatrossDecember 20, 2009 at 2:56 PM

    @ Erin... They say conciousness is a curse, and judgement is something like a result of that itself... and being who we are, it's never that easy to let go of judgment. Still, sometimes, I do wish it was easy.

    Welcome to the blog, and you've been equally sweet :) Cheers...

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