The flaw of reason
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read
Walking beside the ‘achievers’, you realise
The ‘reason’ is the notion to live by
The ‘diplomacy’ is the foundation of the living
And the ‘innocence’ is for the swinging by.
But then,
There is always one more side to your existence
The ‘creative’ one
One, who always strikes the cord, that is otherwise unseen essence.
The patterns on the way
The essence dropped by walking strangers
The screaming eyes, the silent lips
Can these be really explained by the armour?
Crazy love better that the ‘civilised’
Artists express better than the wise
And yet, the world belongs to the shrewd,
And the ‘pious’ is never meant to rise.
Is reason, really the strength?
Or is it a delicate thorn
Is pious really the weak?
Or is it a brawn to fear from.


