Bad seed:

The Enlightenment

It was the most violent awakening.

I was burning with high fever - & yet
my instincts were sweating profusely.
Parts of me were still raging
with an unknown emotion:
which is nothing like fear nor anger.
It took all my senses a long time,
& a soul-sapping effort ,
to realize that I had abandoned
my ego along the way.

On mediocrity

On a clear day like today,
when the rush of the maddening hours has been subdued,
when the alarm of the bedside clock has been hushed,
and when the 'fight for survival' is a distant call of the memory,
I would let the music bask in my head
until it lasts.

And when tomorrow comes
I wouldn’t want the genius to raise the bar once again.
(Like today, let the average run the show.)