The Web Of Relations Poem by Saurabh Saxena

The web of relations,
is a web of mistrust
Tangled and strangled by it,
thou shalt be reduced to dust.
Fake is thy remorse,
and bogus thy sympathy
False is thy mortal love,
and bigoted thy agony
In this world of quid-pro-quo,
this web binds thou in slavery.

Beyond the obvious,
causality of the conspicuous
Beyond the phenomenon,
and the uncertainity of the dubious
Beyond the sycophants,
and the back-biters so copious
Pervades the Noumenon,
to which thou are so foolishly oblivious.

Blessed is the one,
who perceives that realm.
Only one to manage this web,
without getting overwhelmed.
Only one who has mastered,
the music of the unmanifest
only one to handle,
the cacophony of the manifest.

Only he treads the web,
as smooth as a glider
Who knows the truth,
also known to the spider
That the strands are forged,
out of its own organic incisor
A simple truth,
we humans fail to decipher.
And so we spend our lives,
twitching, writhing and twisting
Ever bound by the strands and the knots
Of which we have not the slightest inkling! !
~Aham Brahamasi~