And you probe the truth.

The only subversion of thy experience,
and you probe the truth!
How you did become conceived,
prior to thy exposure to insight, that peeps to arise
and you probe the truth!
Again you hammer thy mind,
that seems not to be amalgamating 
with your version of perception
and you probe the truth!

Yes, you have experienced
and took only last insight!
How that charm etches you
as if you’re its one and the only
would be man!

Never will it resemble thy subjectivity,
but goes on and on knocking objectivity!
how will you be loosening the subject
that awaken from distinctness of thy object,
you’re eyeing!

Conflicting with each other,
thy object and thy subject!
Since the only subversion of thy experience
you eye everything!
you- a perceiver,
with your own eyes.
your culmination,
owing to thy only obsession
that is objectivity- known to be unbiased!

That cuts one off
from subject, nearer to truth!
The only subversion of thy
objectivity occurs into subjectivity
and you probe the truth.

Alas! Those imprecise conceived objects,
their creation of subjectivity.
Letting one live
with its establishments,
being off, from there
where the truth lies!
Be there, with absorption of all lies!

By letting subjectivity take place,
that too after, not before;
never the mere objectivity will take place
with objects that are perceived!
you will not let the objects be explored,
you do not feel it but,
let the manners of the world
be followed.
The same way as it runs
and you probe the truth again!

Amid “this seems to be that and this”
never questioning to why this,
never believing to why that way
becoming victim of fictitious discernability
you probe the truth!

Is this the world of things,
known to be believed either
or to be felt?

Hirva.

Somewhere Only I know!