30.11.23

Proem

Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me. - Sigmund Freud.

The founding father of psychoanalysis has quiet aptly included the abstract intelligence of poets world over. In today's day and time when we don't have the time for ourselves and are trying to make something out of ourselves and ace the rat race, poetry is a breath of fresh air and waiting to smell back the flowers.
The etymology of psychology literally means the study of the soul. And poet's can be subtly called soul whisperer's. They gather the secrets dispersed in the air and present what science is yet to prove. Forgive my arrogance but inventions and discoveries are states of being and mind and matter but now let's come to chatter.

I have spent about twenty three years in this physical plane. And I call it so because the body must return to its natural state.
The brain can only facilitate. I try to not to rhyme as much as I can but it is in vain. Hence my definitive style is drawing inspiration from nature and affirm its qualities to the inanimate, thereby trying to substantiate that feelings are but subliminal and like matter are victims to manipulation.
Words are the breath that lend coherence to sound. Which in turn makes us turn around.

Now I shall introduce myself.

I have written parts of this book as different people. Of course my threshold for feeling has got nothing or maybe everything to do with it.
Sometimes I feel I cannot bring myself to care and sometimes I want to burn down everything I stare at.
Children and experience are the reason I write. Innocence and perceived existence.

The need to behave and resist. I calculate.

I take jabs at love as Dawn M Cornyone. I write about love as Mahamaya and paint as Manimekalai.


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