To err is human
But what is it that doth make one
Human?
Is it the ideologies society feeds us on a
Silver plate made of slivers?
Is it the hymns, the songs, the
Apsaras, the great sages, the poets
Sing to us?
To love is to be human.
But what is it that makes our mind a
Signal of thoughts that can be
Telepathised?
Is it consummatum, lust, attraction,
Seduction, desire;
Is it hate, jealousy, love, admiration;
Respect;
Faith;
Devotion;
Disbelief.
What is it that makes human err
And thou divine?

To err is human
To love is human.
To give compassion is human.
To harmonise is human.
To give is to be human,
To take;
To rise,
To fall.
What is that makes us inhuman?

What is inhuman?
What is that makes one human
A monster?
Is it cruelty
Shrewdness,
Arrogance,
Ego,
Hate,
Vendetta.
What is that adds fuel to fire?
To destroy the land by setting inferno
Upon it.
What is it that makes mind sink like a
Sunken ship in sea.
What is that makes human waltz to
Beats of piano.
What is human?
Who created him?
It is the divine!

Has anyone seen the divine!
Divine is there.
Blessed were those who saw
Adishakti.
Fortunate were those who sought her
Seek and were rewarded for their
Deeds.
Happy were those who went through
Shrubs of thorns, bled their feet into
Rivers and got sweet apples in return.

Why is that only the metaphysics,
The sages and divine in mythologies
Saw the judge of forgiveness;
The supreme being.
Almighty.
What mistake that we commit that
Made us err?

What is human?
What makes a human, human?
I'm not talking of flesh, bones, blood,
Muscle; chemicals, atom, water.
I'm not talking about the physicality.
But the soul.
Who is a human soul?
Who is soul?
Who is Aatman?
Where do its origins lie?
Where is its native place?
What dimensions does it get
Created and banished into.
Who are we?
Does anyone have answers?
An ocean of questions
Doesn't justify a sea of answers.
What makes us, us?
Is it the culture, music, art, craft, sports,
That bind us into a fraction?
What makes us a human?
Who is an Aatman?
Do metaphysics hold the key to
Everything or are they merely a
Lock to this unfathomable dimension
We call 'Universe'.

-Ridhima Joshi

Written in 20 minutes on 11.11.20. This is a philosophical poem. I'm immensely proud of this work, it just flowed out of me. There were no prior thoughts or a procedure of how to go about. I felt a surge, a feel of writing and picked up my pen and paper and words came out like river coming down the mountain. This work makes me happy!