Keep Silent..

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,

Because the mass man will mock it right away.

~Goethe, The Holy Longing

I've been thinking all night

weird things, good things, bad things

hoodwinking all over my head

full of people, my place

can I ?

shall I cry out for little space ?

Been tattling around

this and that, poking around

installing my ideas, ruminating

over little chit chats,

should I ?

I should stop doing that

I smell the wickedness, stench of

mockery saluting my nostrils, people with

eyes too slurred to see what I see

heart too blunt to feel what I feel

befriending experts of mine

lampooning in the guise of camaraderie

zenithal stage is not so far

and while I'm on my way

I see people floating away

demure and the dauntless Me

words and the doctrine I speak

nothing but piffling to thee

I've been speaking all night

weird things, good things, bad things

hoodwinking all over my head

Should I stop ?

I should..

Say not to just anyone, right sort of people I seek

catches the drift when I speak

can envisage what I see

sense the semblance from what I feel

Do I ?

I reckon I do

have bunch of them in my yard

daft and wise enough to endure me :)