I?

I ‘am an artist, a humorist,
but he say’s no.

You’re a poet, a philosopher,
but she say’s not.

I ‘am a musician, is this true?

I say, no more indecision,
in this quest for recognition.
You’re an artist, humorist,
poet, or musician,
If you recognize,
and not crave recognition.

That’s my definition, it is my own.
It makes me I, and you your own.

Artist or philosopher? Who am I?
Poet or musician? Who are you?
I say, I am me,
I see you, as you.

Samvith

Listen

My life is a continuous experiment in art and I shall forever remain an artist at play. The creations I dearly cherish are ones that remain eternal in existence in the souls of those who may choose to accept them.
“Listen” is inspired by my parents who are forever willing to pause and listen, with open hearts, regardless of who may be speaking. I’ve learnt from parents, who allow me to question them, to be open to questioning anyone or anything, but to begin the questioning with me. I see great virtue in this spirit, the spirit of “Listen”.

Listen

Be aware of we,
who have lot’s to say,
and little to listen.

I look within to I,
who needs lot’s to listen,
and little to say.

Samvith

I am working, on me

To the tyrant, the ignorant,
the bold, and the meek.

To the kind, the ruthless,
the oppressor, and the oppressed.

To the liar, the preacher,
the judge, and the saint.

To the hypocrite.

To good, to bad. To you the world,
the infinite.

I accept your view, conditional to none.
Cause just like you, I ‘am a speck of the infinite,
and I am the infinite, in one.

I accept your view, cause, to varying degree,
I am you, and you are I,
for we are, what we see.

I see I’m not faultless, much like you.
So, I’m working on me, there’s a lot to do,
I let you be, and I will let you be,
for eternity, I am working, on me.

Samvith