In search of the subtle
The gross is lost
So is the prose, in the search of poetry
Trudging up the hill
The mountain breeze heals the mind
The soul yearns for the peak
The body..for earth..
In search of the miraculous
The mundane is lost
So is the form, in the search of essence
Pleasure pain and craving fade
In the discovery of Equanimity and Love
The Ego.. the Vice and the False blur
In the radiance of truth
In search of the real
The surreal is lost
So is darkness,
in the search of light.
Nilesh P Megnani is a professor of philosophy who teaches not just the academics of his subject but the purpose of it to his students. He writes whenever he feel inspired and believes life is workable hypothesis and love, the elusive potion that might transform humanity
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Hey! Nile ur poem was too substantive but definetly it bewildered me. Literally I had to take dictionary for such fantabulous speech .
Thanks disha. You must be talking about some earlier poem, i guess. Thanks for reading.
It just keeps getting better in every form 🙂
Thank you, Vidhi.