The Holy Feeler
They say 'Ignorance is Bliss', is it a boon or a curse?
If I choose to ignore care, what else can I disburse?
If I get high, I can gleefully ignore this useless World.
If I can't, then I have to create my own Counterworld.
When I show love to those who are in need, actors come and steal it.
I am not a Saint to wait with patience, to let them meekly feel it.
I had seen the Enigma of the Enigma.
I had been the Stigma to even a Sterigma.
When I love, I always get it back in abundance.
When I hate, the moisture within me dries down in abradance.
When I am morally right, I am the Professor.
When I am immorally sinful, I am the Confessor.
Jealousy leads to backstabbing by the wily foxes.
That's why I never trust the smiling faces.
My loss is not your loss, my win isn't your victory.
My woes are not your woes, my foes are always on their toes.
I am a well wisher who wants to ignore.
Solace in loneliness is the blistering ecstasy which I need to implore.
To put it simply, I must act better than to act better.
I am not a holy healer, because I am just a Holy Feeler.
Copyright: Stellar Ram 2017