If intelligence bores you, embrace innocence,
For intelligence stems from intellect,
Intellect grows with experience,
and experience, more often than not,
is more of an innocence dripping down the
drain of this worldly growth.
Innocence is not about questioning how far the moon is from earth,
as distance is something it does not recognise,
It admires the fairy in the dreams,
It admires the butterfly in the garden,
It accepts every person as an apostle,
It laughs at arrogance.
Are you ready to listen to every lie daddy has to say about that monster,
Are you ready for the lies your friend has to say and yet not judge,
Are you ready to be what you were, Were you actually ready to be what you are?
Does it really matter whether someone understands what you are?
Are you your intellect? Are you your arrogance? Are you the fairy in your dreams?
May be you are just your innocence personified,
Are you? May be.
A glance at my passing thoughts.
2 comments:
I am not sure if I understand it..but what is the relevance of the title with the poem?...Thanks for the comments on my blog
I intended the title to be Boredom,
Of things loosing interest as they fail to attend to one's intellectual needs,
uninspiring to a scientific or a logical mind,
And then,
I also wanted to convey that it is not just a small time frame when boredom could enter one's life,
it is a kingdom of it's own, very extensive,
easy to get lost in the critique of things that we perceive.
So, the title "Bore Dom".
I guess a hiphen would have made more sense there or atleast hinted something.
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