A poetry: Me, Mine and More.

Jargon of an Organic Computer

Me, mine and more, reality with three shores;
Dredging for who am I; where am I;
Mirror on the wall lies to the pictures on the wall;
Truth and lies, relationships dead or alive;
Please tell me who am I, who am I;

Designs for living, traps of thought;
Running and chasing, enigma of thought;
Covering so beautiful, dressed as thought;
Enlightenment, moksha, nirvana and great thought;
Humanity, compassion, charity all tether of thought;
Who am I, where am I, craves the thought;

Names so many, called so many;
Titles so many, hid and fought so many;
Toys of thought, games and plays so many;
Tongue of thought, tasted and licked so many;
Spouse or sibling, uncle or aunt, lonely with relations so many;
Who am I, why have faces so many;

More to go, buy even more;
Possessions around crave for more;
More is less for the empty even more;
More to sniff and drink, eat even more;
Thirst is more, hunger even more;
More search of I, me is lost even more;

Pain ethereal, lurking in handsome cadaver;
Bantering the talk, wise yet palaver;
Torrent of lies, yet truth occasional shower;
Millions in journey, yet walks the loner;
Drunk in loop of thought, yet called sober;
Noise in action of thought, what to gather;
Scribbling the jargon, yet another organic computer.

About Sandeep Bhalla

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