some micro poems

horizon teaches me
what lies before my eyes
may not be what I see
…
we’re great learners
as though we know now
how to survive without weapons
…
just a while ago
I thought I let old memories go
but they’ve again conquered my space,
my body, my ego
overcast the presence
of my elusive consciousness
…
don’t worry
mobiles and other gadgets
will be outdated soon
what’ll never be antiquated
are weapons and arms of intolerance
…
intolerance is the only arm
that severs
the arms of acceptance