Vultures everywhere
Flying high, watching others die
Waiting to pounce
Seeking to suck
Vultures everywhere flying high
Scavenging birds
Not discerning
Between the dead and the still
Ravenous to feed
Out there on the hill
Swelling with greed
Vultures everywhere flying high
Let them be?
Let the living die?
Let the sucker live?
Let the master die?
I don’t know
Can’t question the flow
So be it
If the master has to die
And let the vultures fly
May be that’s what it is meant to be
For us to feign
To live even as
Humanity is sentenced
To die.
Neilism. Very akin to nihilism. An 'ism' of ism-less-ness. Depicting unconditional freedom that we were born with. Reminding how the very pursuit of 'freedom' can be shakling. Embracing paradoxes. Questioning norms. Upholding the gifts of life. And busting myths of 'rights'.
An intro to Neilism
'What' is said is never as important as 'where' it is coming from - the 'why' of the 'what'. And most important is 'who' says it.
All of 'what' is expressed out here is born out of my personal experience. Not physical, intellectual or emotional experience but deeply conscious inner experience.
I am not the author. My lips are lend, my hands harnessed for the Universal expression to flow out here.
I am therefore just an expressionist, a narrator.
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