Sapiens

The arts are magical,

Fantasies, they sustain.

Opium for the heart,

But, they shrink the brain.

 

Subjectivity takes its toll,

Differentiating wrong from right.

It needs to be scarce,

Appreciate it then, we might.

 

For too long, life has been an art,

A story of bravado and defiance.

Time and again, Sapiens must rekindle,

The lost love for Science.

Optics

The skies rained relief,

Forgiving as they are.

The asphalt soaked the water,

Not still overflowing with it.

Meaningless vehicles plied,

En-route their meaningless lives.

The soaked asphalt, though,

Captured their beauty well.

Enthralled, I gazed,

At these reflections, I’d never noticed before.

Skeptical I was, of this becoming an addiction.

But in those moments, a man knows no control.

In some time, the water levels rose.

Disfigured images, were all that was left.

Maybe, everything in life,

Looks more beautiful through some kind of a lens.

But excess of any illusion,

Ruins the magic it is supposed to be.