I live in vacuum,
My mind’s back room,
Seeing things with cross-eyes,
Pretending to be wise.
When heart starts to rejoice,
From mind’s cavern I hear a noise,
Life’s promises and poise,
Lost, compromising to mind’s choice.
Mind cooks up epistemologies,
Busy with its “Project Garbology”,
Negating its own theories,
Planting barrage of queries.
I lost my subjectivity,
Finding life’s objectivity,
Held in mind’s captivity,
I wasted my creativity.
In my empiricist mind’s perception,
Unheard goes my heart’s volition,
In mind’s epistemological collisions,
I lost my wisdom and vision.
© K.Radhakrishnan
Deeply introspective ,
A fine exemplar of this author’s inimitable poetic acumen; by turns acerbic, incisive and pithy .
A profoundly engaging and incisive narrative.
“ Project Garbology “ is an interesting construct !
A fascinating attempt to analyse the thinking process of the poet’s own mind
The battle between the heart and the mind portrayed in verse very captivatingly…