And to the World I Say

With eyes wide open
and a mind clear of doubts,
to the world
I say

just a veggie burger
and fries to go with
a movie tonight so that
I can fantasize about a
life through their eyes,
and let my dreams as I sleep
be cozy and sweet, but
when I wake the next day
like a yogi I’ll pray.
I promise.

To the
non-dual reality
underlying all we see,
I say yes…
when I think of it.
I got work to do, and
emotions to feel and
all kinds of bonds to unravel
myself from first.
I don’t believe that my worth
is measured in blood,
sweat and
tears but my fear is
that others measure me
that way. So let me live
up to my responsibilities
today, forgetting that I
can’t take it with me.
Are you with me?

But I do
believe in
what I cannot
at least
when it suits me,
when I feel the
fragility of this human
body and realize that
our time here is
short. Comfort is real
when its roots drink
from the everlasting spirit,
but mine are shallow,
squeezing peace of
mind from whatever
moments the senses
can grab on to.

To the illusions
of the world
I say no,
you know,
that’s just
how it goes.


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About the author

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter.


  1. I’m not even sure how to respond to this. I need to read it again and ponder it and read it again and maybe, just maybe in about ten years I may be able to provide a cogent reaction to this. I just absolutely love this.

  2. Reblogged this on KingMidget's Ramblings and commented:
    Words can’t describe how this hits me, so I’m not going to try. Although I want to go back and read and examine and think and try to figure out a way to express why this hits me so strongly. Well done, Sreejit.

  3. Sreejit, of all the poems you have written, this is my absolute favorite!!! How is it that you managed to describe my existence so exactly? Maybe it’s because it’s the human existence, all in varying levels?
    I laughed so hard, and sometimes it’s good to laugh at the ridiculousness of self.

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