Where in this world
Of baffled faces; pouring oil in eyes to alight a change
Must I a man of hollow cast
Should await;
To remain unchanged

For unlike Othello I listen
To old monks murmuring beyond the riverbank
Their hands joined to a common flame
And blind eyes closed to light
So all could see the same
But my hands are not stained with grease
Nor my feet grown in the shape of keys
For doors yonder where the sunlight’s thick
And a greener pasture the old monks seek

I am here amidst the fallen hands
In its wilderness once termed divine
What thought a meager man could grate
That an oracle wouldn’t deem a sign
Of a tragedy of our own device
Build by fallen hands, without a voice
To be interred cold beneath a veil
This seminal thought, that none may feel

Where in this world
Of baffled faces; pouring oil in eyes to alight a change
Must I a man of hollow cast
Should await;
To remain unchanged

Author: TheHumanAnvil

I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.

17 thoughts on “Cynic”

  1. Oh, you GENIUS! πŸ‘πŸ”₯ I really am awestruck by how effortlessly your poem flows without losing the essence of this powerful theme! Nobody else but only you could pen it down so brilliantly!
    The second stanza is…spellbinding (I can’t think of a better word right now)!

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    1. Yes, I search till I find an image that shares the sentiment and the theme of the poem. It is, I think, somewhat like food. One feeds the eyes first, and then other senses take over to savour it further.

      If it be of any help, I visit Unsplash for the pics

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      1. That is what exactly happens! The image itself piques the interest of the reader, and your poems never disappoint so it indeed is a treat for us.
        On a lighter note, your secret is out now.πŸ˜‹

        I will check out Unsplash. Thank you. 😌

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