The life and times of an unusual doctor
November 9, 2011 20 Comments
Either in the victor’s silken tent,
Caressed by his blood-stained hand,
Or by pudgy gold-ringed fingers,
In the back of a limo grand;
Etched in the colors of my ragged brush,
With the pearls of my words you shine’
Proud, exalted by my forlorn hope,
My muse, my soul, my all, but mine!
I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!
I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!
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Lovely.!. Very powerful.
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That’s nice
Thnks a lot
Poignant…you should do more of this, more often.
I’ll try to
She is beautiful in your imagination
Loved the lines ” etched in the colors of my ….with the pearls…
My muse ,my soul…but mine”
Beautiful!
Thanks for the careful reading and appreciation
Wow!
Hey! Long time no see! But of course, most of it was my fault for not being a regular in the blog world.
Good one
Thanks bro
beautiful lines penned down by you!!! Loved it!
And I loved your response
indeed!
lovely!
Thank you