Abhimanyu Majhi
Solitary soul,
Enveloped by tempests.
Gazes about,
Boundless void
Within the mind.
“What is truth?
Merely a perspective.
Yet in court,
It transforms into verdicts,
Sometimes, ‘Landmark.’
Friends and enemies
With hands stained in crimson
Wound with jests.
‘Sinner,’ some declare.
Truth and sin—
Isn’t it a drama
Upon the world’s stage?
He muses—
“Does the judgment hold reason?
Or am I but a pawn in the game?”
Nietzsche proclaimed—
“I killed God, in Germany.”
Who resurrected Him?
Is this the truth of the court
Or a crafted illusion?”
Rebellion stirs within.
“I am destiny,” not a criminal.
The arbiter of decision.
Definition of ‘crime’
Needs rewriting
All are but ‘Will to Power.’
He comprehends,
“I transcend it.
I am the power to create.”
Of this Realm
Feeling
Sorrow and struggle
Fortify him.
“Can’t vanquish me?
Am I so formidable?”
Ultimately,
By becoming a witness to destiny,
The world defines itself.
I am human,
Also a creator of principles.
Cogito, ergo sum—
That is why I exist.
Within me, I dwell with
Descartes, My friend
Do we not all?
-Kurseong, Darjeeling
