I don't think these paras represent ego, Jake. They represent "righteous anger" or indignation After all, even God is not always the benevolent entity we all take him to be.

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I don't think these paras represent ego, Jake. They represent "righteous anger" or indignation After all, even God is not always the benevolent entity we all take him to be.

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An unforgettable ---from good ole school days !!


Manasvi.

"I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours
of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sack of rice.
Parting with his poison -- flash of diabolic tail in the dark room --
he risked the rain again. The peasants came like swarms of flies
and buzzed the Name of God a hundred times to paralyse the Evil One.
With candles and with lanterns throwing giant scorpion shadows
on the sun-baked walls they searched for him; he was not found.
They clicked their tongues. With every movement the scorpion made
his poison moved in Mother's blood, they said. May he sit still,
they said. May the sum of evil balanced in this unreal world
against the sum of good become diminished by your pain.
May the poison purify your flesh of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
they said, and they sat around on the floor with my mother in the centre.
the peace of understanding on each face. More candles, more lanterns,
more neighbours, more insects and the endless rain.
My mother twisted through and through groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist, trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb, and hybrid. He even poured a little paraffin
upon the bitten toes and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother. I watched the holy man
perform his rites to tame the poison with incantation.
After twenty hours it lost its sting."

"My mother only said:
Thank God the scorpion picked on me and spared my children."

-- Nissim Ezekiel

Here's something I wrote way back when. The backdrop is I had just arrived in the states, was living on my own for the first time, it was a bleak horribble winter, work sucked and I was just down .

Its called "Melancholy my love".

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I see you floating in the air,
Blind me with the brilliance of your casual stare,
Then you smile at me,
Good morning Melancholy.

Shatter me with your stillness again,
Bring me back where I began,
As the apparitions of hope disappear,
Sanity, the fading blur, emerges ever more unclear

So I look elsewhere to lay blame,
Walk victorious on a dying flame,
Stuck in this eternal dance,
I am but a slave of circumstance

The distant thunder of closing gates
Running hard but I'm getting late
Glimpse the retreating shadows of nightfall
A beautiful dawn reveals the futility of it all

And then from nowhere, hope creeps back
As walls of despair come crumbling down
Beneath the rubble, beneath it all, you wait for me
Patiently as ever, Good morning Melancholy.


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Hey BL...your thoughts are very well conveyed. Love it!

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Hey BL...your thoughts are very well conveyed. Love it!

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