Fool of Consciousness

Preface for Fool of Consciousness
“Notes from the Mind’s Abyss”
This poem was born at the edge of reason — during a time when I couldn’t tell if I was waking from a dream or falling into one. I wrote it as a teen, but it feels like it came from someone much older, or much more unhinged — questioning truth, chasing illusion, laughing at logic.

It’s unhinged, yes — but deliberately.

This wasn’t meant to be understood. It was meant to disturb. To mirror that inner fugitive we all carry — the one who sees meaninglessness not as despair, but as freedom.

What is real? What is virtual? And who decides?

Ask the fool — he’s not lost. He just doesn’t play by your maps.

– वृहद् (Vivek)

Poem:
O ye! The fools of consciousness.
Searching everywhere —
What to find, and what to hide — and where,
Is out of the consciousness.

Time witnesses, for another freak is lost
In pursuit of better consciences.
The laws cannot limit the fugitives of consciousness.
Who wanders in a space filled with emptiness?

What he wants, he never gets,
What he can, he never gains.
The appetite for nothingness grows,
And the hunger for malarkiness remains endless.

For them who greed for glitters,
The fool’s gold shines brighter.

Consciousness merges with the unconsciousness —
And the dream becomes true.
The virtuality is lost,
And that which is real becomes a virtual space.

~vrihad