What is it that we worship?
Is it knowledge that we seek,
and pray to the ones who know?
Or is it just the name, a face that has to it some fame,
bestowed upon by us?
So are we nothing but slaves
to our own beliefs?
Willing ourselves to accept
that somehow mere intimacy be the first step
to a journey of a million miles?
There are earth walking Gods,
mortals like the rest of us,
immortal because of us;
Pedestals are available cheap,
and deities are made as many as we need.
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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions