In this city,
the role of senses
are shifting every moment.
The body doesn't irk
but soul irks forlornly
The clogged arteries of this city enclose
the labyrinths of sanity,
Inhumane preferences of
ancient agonies,
Hasty ghettos of
vultures and corpses,
Shadows for days
empathy for the nights...
Here,
the cold prayers
from the lips of darkness
travel to the roots of lunacy
The congregation of sellouts lives
with dripping absurdity,
Like the bona-fide versions of
to-be and not-to-be
The first scream joins
the screams of termination
& naked souls take birth
with the disguise of absurdity
In the impulse of dismay
the body gets nude and
the soul dresses up
In the mad crowd,
you can find me
in young men with knives in their hands,
in the courtesans with garlands of flower
and in priests dangling their cocks to the apocalypse
And I exist
in carcasses of living misery
Swinging my breaths
on the pendulum of hunger
Planning & plotting of murders
of all including myself
In some corner of my mind,
some weary eyes offer a calling.
Saying,
Expunge these references
Erase this destiny
Listen to the deafening roar of silence
Let your crystal fists should sprout
The seed of empathy
Let the doors open for inner senses
Let everything gets consumed by the chaos
including me
Then on the horse of
white solitude of peace
I will break free from my stubble
I will scatter the beautiful scent
of my delirious anguish
The horizons of light will transpire
My Rakhs-e-Bismil
I usually like getting things discovered by myself. Be it a piece of music, a book, an awe-inspiring portrayal of art in any form. There is something that is completely pure and new in everything.
Being discovered things from a child's perspective!
That's what I am talking about. But, there is something which I didn't discover by myself and was recommended by a friend that has compelled me to do something which I have almost stopped for months. 'Forty Rules of Love' has compelled to write and embrace the convoluted musings. So here is what I gathered,
Forty Rules of Love is a beautiful journey of two parallel characters separated by centuries of time. Rumi blooms from an influence royal persona to insignia of mystified universal spiritualism. The shackled housewife Ella breaks free to love again. The central piece of both parallel narratives is 'Universal Spiritualism,' the bedrock of which is Love! Love is a divine force that can bind people, cultures, and destinies together. It is where all the music attunes to one divine symphony to realize the oneness.
The source of the idea of a 'Sufi' lies in Love, who is devoid of fear, dominance, and hatred. In the eyes of Shams E Tabriz, anyone whose heart is kindled with pure Love can become one with God. The absolution of characters in the novel emanates out of the precincts of religion. Thus Hassan the Beggar, Desert Rose (A prostitute), Suleiman the Dunkard can become one by annihilating their nafs (Ego).
The following rule of Shams explains it well,
“When a true lover of God goes into a tavern, the tavern becomes his chamber of prayer, but when a winebibber goes into the same chamber, it becomes his tavern. In everything we do, it is our hearts that make the difference, not our outer appearances”.'
Is Sufism the eternal answer to our eternal suffering?
The novel depicts two stories: one in the 13th century and the 2nd from the 21st century. All the characters seem like standing on a bank of a gushing river called 'Time' bringing the articulations of human suffering to every being in their period. Maybe the Facade of intricacies can be different, but roots are the same. During the turbulent times in the 13th century, the political and cultural stir was unprecedented. It enlightened the path of a beautiful friendship and spiritual love between Shams and Rumi. The path if simple,
" I am not of the East, nor of the West… My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless."
The inner journey of Love is the path to become a Sufi. The journey purges the central essence of the seeker of all filth inside him/her. The nafs corrupt the soul and make one blind to the path to God. People search god in temples, churches, and mosques and their mandatory prayers.
Shams says,
"Every man is an open book, every one of us a walking Qur’an. The quest for God is ingrained in the hearts of all, be it a prostitute or a saint. Love exists within each of us from the moment we are born and waits to be discovered from then on. That is what one of the forty rules is all about: The whole universe is contained within a single human being—you. "
“Nothing should stand between yourself and God. Not imams, priests, rabbis, or any other custodians of moral or religious leadership. Not spiritual masters, not even your faith.”
Being the true mentor to Rumi, Shams helped him to attain realization and fill his empty cup with love.
Sufism believes in the unitary nature of the universe. Universe or nature as the totality of everything. It is identical with divinity. This philosophy might be the root for what we call today 'The Pantheism'!
Pantheism (Wahdat al Wujud = Unity of the existence
Pantheism believes the world being in God and God being in the world. Theist religions consider that God is a separate entity from the material world, where the pantheists believe that 'We all together is the God!'
Pantheism incorporates two different notions
Monism: All is One. Being one with the divinity is Monism. The journey of a Sufi is not different. A Sufi mystic desires to plunge into the ocean of infinite oneness and to obliterate the self in mystical union with God
Determinism: All is Now. This idea denotes that the divinity is devoid of time. It is a moment when the time is a pure illusion and past, present and future are mere fictional ideas. Renowned Pantheist Albert Einstein also have stated the illusionary existence of the past, present, future in a letter to his friend’s family.
Shams says,
“The past is an interpretation. The future is an illusion. The world does not move through times as if it were a straight line, proceeding from past to the future. If you want to experience eternal illumination, put the past and future out of your mind and remain within the present moment.”
Religion & Mysticism
Every religion has their segment of mysticism and notions to spirituality. Hinduism emphasizes “Know Thyself,” but Sufism emphasizes on “Knowing Thy God.” But is that what religions preach today?
"This is not what is written in our religion." I hear that sentence from my friends from different religions when they defend the bigotry in the name of their religion. Does this answer suffice the question? No, it does not. In my opinion, what is being practiced today in the name of any specific religion must be scrutinized on their current account? For a moment, let's consider that the beginning is pure but as the power and dominance rose through the scriptures, we are dealing with a whole new version of what was preached centuries ago.
One can't turn away from the current version of religions that is the root of all the political, cultural and social dogmas. Divides created by religion have made this world a plight where clashes and conflicts replace the harmony, humanity, and brotherhood.
To sum up the thought, this poem by Rumi fits aptly,
ALL RELIGIONS ARE ONE In the adorations and benedictions of righteous men The praises of all the prophets are kneaded together. All their praises are mingled into one stream, All the vessels are emptied into one ewer. Because He that is praised is, in fact, only One. In this respect, all religions are only one religion. Because all praises are directed towards God’s Light, These various forms and figures are borrowed from it.
The essence of this novel tells whats utterly wrong in our world. How we have never learned from the simplest forms of teachings on love. Maybe this looks like romanticism each has during their 20s. But maybe the romantic and dreamy people are keeping it all sane and alive for all of us. In the end, two important personalities of my century must be mentioned.
When Asked in an interview,
What is the most important quality that a revolutionary to possess?
Che: Love! Love for humanity. Justice and truth.
And the 2nd guy is John Lennon Singing his greatest musical gift to the world 'Imagine'
The men with flowers
The men with knives
The men with law
The men with ideas
The men with follies
The men of silence
The crowds of unnamed
Confess from their deep caskets
for a Purge that they dreamt
for the child-bearing women
through the city's clogged arteries
for the blossoming madness
with a trembling rhyme
The lubricated lop of sins
or the embroidered birth canal
from where The Fallen Angels,
are falling through, singing the songs of life.
Just like 'The Alice' fell through a rabbit hole.
One fine day I woke up in the middle of the night thinking of a Deja-vu. Imagine the situation! I mean you are half-asleep and trying to understand a deja-vu? That surely was not an ideal choice to get trapped on the bridge between your own conscience and subconscious self. So, when I was half awake and subtly destroying my serene sleep, somebody from outside called my name. I thought I am still dreaming but, still, I looked outside with bleak eyes, and I saw a blackbird trying to have a conversation with me. (Now don't ask me how was I able to saw a blackbird in the darkness!)
I asked, 'Are you talking to me?' It simply nodded with a broad smile and said, I am a messenger of the mother Mnemosyne, and I am here to deliver a message. 'Mother, who?' I blurted out while losing a quarter of my sleep there. 'Mother Mnemosyne! Just Google it, man.' its blunt reply was the definition of bluntness. ''Ok'' I said, "What's the message?" It said, "WAKE UP."
And one fine day I woke up in the middle of the night thinking of a Deja-vu.......
Monday, 3 October 2016
Sometimes, I feel, to have a feeling, like Just now in this very moment I have already felt everything that I am ever going to feel in my ending days.
It rained that day! I don't recollect the exact thought came to my mind while I was lying on a random bed in a random flat in Sukseria building. All I can remember is that it rained that day!! It's weird to remember a day just because of the usual rain and no such great memory attached to it. But the picture of a dark creamy-rusty wall and rectangular shape of the drizzling rain in the door frame of that wall. The building looked pretty much bored like her age. But lying there wasn't boring. After all, I am lying to myself after I dunno but many months. I could see a wall peeling that was about to fall on my face anytime.
Friday, 22 July 2016
I know a man who is out there. Who was always there since the beginning. He looks like me, dresses like me, talks like me, even he thinks like me, but he who pours his prayers into oblivion, sitting on a mountain. A mountain made up of the ashes of TIME. Ashes of this very minute and of all those things which have lost their fraction of existence during this very minute. He is always writing all that. Maybe a never ending poem or a never ending prayer? He is randomly touching all the empty names of his reality one by one.
But I wish he should die & lose his immortality just like that. So, his death would become the entire essence of his poetry!
Monday, 7 September 2015
Nicolai: See, my girl sent me letters. She says that she still loves me. I told her in my last letter that I will fight these Nazis. I will kill as many as I can. I will make my mother Russia proud. Then I will return to her with medals on my chests.
Soldier: Haha.
Nicolai: What’s so funny brother?
Soldier: How naïve!
Nicolai: Naïve! I have a gun in my hand. Still, I look naïve? It's not my gun. Stalin gave me this. Some unknown comrade in Tula may have made it avenge his young boy who might have died in Ukraine fighting Nazis. We eat the food on the war front; the food is grown on our farms where our comrades fell in war. Where our children wept. We are fighting for the glory of our revolution and the glory of our great supreme leader Stalin!!
We are fighting for the equality and justice for our future generations. For eternal victory and peace for proletariats.
Soldier: Eternal victory? I don’t know anything about this. All I know that I was a worker in a metal factory in Moscow. They said he looks fine. He will survive for a month more, and I am here with Stalin’s gun.
It's they or us. Maybe they will die, and you and I live. Maybe they and I live, and you die. Maybe we all die.Finally, all that Stalin will do is, he will shake hands. Either with shame or madness with his eternal victory. We will go back to those places where we came from. Your girl won’t be the same, and I might not survive working in the factory for another month.
Nicolai: Maybe. But It's not just about us. It's about our motherland.
Soldier: Do you think it all survive?
All you ever knew,
You memories
Love
Your Silent Gods
Heaven -Hell
Family
Loved ones
Relatives
Strangers & their kisses
People
Events and memories of all this
Feelings
Planned moments
Unsaid words
Unknown, unfinished feelings
Your equality and justice
Bourgeoisie & Proletariats
Marx, Lenin, Stalin
The sense of rage
Dead Nazis
The blood of them on your dying feet
All will disappear
Poof!!!
Bang!!!
Just one sudden bullet inside you
Just like the wind blows inside your body mercilessly.
And it won’t matter
to matter anything, anymore.
You will be you for a brief moment
With Ecstasy,
While gasping for last breath with a bullet in your neck.
You will breathe just to breathe and nothing for your glory!!
Nicolai: Oh! What could be more horrible than this emptiness, at all?
Soldier: Why, Life itself!!
We laugh when machines tell us to laugh.
We become sad when machines say so.
We move our legs & go somewhere
where?
We are not sure or maybe
we're not allowed to be sure.
Our rationality altogether
may have been stored somewhere
in some random server
in a secret basement.
We choose,
we reject,
we hate,
we love when machines order so...
We are even told that,
Our soul! Our great amorphous soul,
with an unending eternal kindness,
is a mere database with coding.
We are the collective altar egos,
made up of cogs and wheels.
I don't remember the actual reason for which I have booked ticket's for Madbeth. Never been to Physical theater act before, Haven't had a clue either! Maybe I went to the show just cause, Rupesh invited me. But now I am happy he did that.
Madbeth is a mental mini orchestra of strangers which starts with an actor and audience and ends up without an audience at all!!! All credit goes to Rupesh. From the moment one, Madbeth took command of the theater and extended his realm by making the audience to express to every death and every spit he could spare. He dances, he sings, he fights, and he kills, saying it's all about death after all! But I particularly liked his chair scene. I think it symbolizes the extent of the power which consumes macbeth, making him not to leave it at any cost given. It absorbs him, cripples him, but still, he allows himself to dance like a cripple!! Another thing I liked a lot is, how he responds to every sneeze, out of time suppressed giggle and comments by individual's in the audience and modify his act accordingly.
But there is so much than that. So many small details that one could only experience by watching it live. People, keep an eye on him, 'how he dances with the death in an erratic ballet' #Mcdeath #Mcburger #Mcalootikki
I woke up.
I shat.
I had tea,
while I smoked.
But did I exist?
Somewhat this kind of similar question was slammed on my face while watching 'DOH.' It's really very satisfying that somebody is asking this question and underlining it with making a film. It forces to ask oneself that, can you able to listen to your subtle flute tunes out of your 'hard techno trance'kinda edgy life? The film relates & it pokes viewer's idea of conscientiousness about his/her existence.
This whole film is about the linear story of the genuine naivety of perplexed protagonist's first ever intimate physical love experience. This naivety of hers travels erratically with many breaks due to daily life humdrum. She has been treated like a partner in crime, so forcefully hidden in the bathroom and then thrown out, but eventually, she finds her 'TRUE LOVE' in the edited version of intimate fantasies in her bathroom and then in a phone call!!!! I found this sad and sarcastic but very real.
Well, the film becomes a multi-angular coherent art when considered with the angle of feminism. The female view goes with the fragile deconstruction of her intimate experience (beginning scene and second bathroom scene), while male view goes with the immense dominant ignorance, is wondersome. The correspondence of patriarchy ow whatever, the male view is also accepted by her!! (I remembered Q's 'love in India') Another round of applause for our society which keeps and will keep parading in circles.
I loved the subject of the film. Film's cinematography and sound designing are interestingly good, so does the acting. (especially the first bathroom mirror scene.)
निरपराध माणसं मारणार्यांनी,
त्याला खुलं समर्थन करणार्यांनी,
केवळ मनातल्या मनात खुष होणार्यांनी,
चुकीचं वाटूनही सुप्त आनंद झालेल्यांनी
निरपराध माणसं मारावीत.
त्याला खुलं समर्थन करावं.
मनातल्या मनात खूष व्हावं.
चुकीचं वाटलं तरी सुप्त आनंद घ्यावा.
तरीही कमी पडलंच तर, (नक्कीच पडेल)
मैथुनाचा आनंद घ्यायचाच असेल तर,
शिवाजी पार्कसारखं काहीतरी बूक करा.
जमा सगळ्यांनी एकत्र.
करा आपली गटारं मोकळी.
हातही मोकळे करा.
काढा आपली लिंगं बाहेर
एकमेकांची वेश्या होऊन
एकमेकांची साफ चिघळवून टाका
मग
सनातन संस्कृतींच्या अनौरस पिढ्यांनो,
मग उरली सुरली भेगाळलेली
हीच संस्कृती स्वतःला लागू करा.
बनवा नवी जातीव्यवस्था
होउ दे निमिषार्धात
पुन्हा शतकांनुशतकांची प्रक्रिया
स्तोत्रं,धर्म,तलवारी, बंडखोरीच्या
न जाणो कितीतरी लक्ष योनींतुन
जाउदेत तुमची लक्तरं.
जेव्हा शेवटाला तुम्हालाच
प्रत्येक शतकांत
प्रत्येक कोपर्यांत
जिथेतिथे स्वतःच सोडलेल्या विष्ठेचे संदर्भ लागतील,
तेव्हा कदाचित तुम्हाला
होतील आत्मिक साक्षात्कार!!
आपला सगळ्यांचा जन्म इथुन तिथुन नव्हे
तर प्रत्यक्ष ब्रम्हाच्या विष्ठेतुन झाल्याचे,
माणसाच्या दुरवर अथांग पसरलेल्या
भुकेच्या वाळवंटाचे,
त्याच्या तिळतिळ तुटणार्या आतड्याचे,
मुक्त उमलणार्या फुलणार्या जीवांच्या सुक्ताचे,
प्रेमाच्या प्रबळ आंतरीक उर्मीचे.
तेव्हाच तुमच्या बांधलेल्या जगातुन
मुक्त माणसांचे तांडे बाहेर पडतील
माणसांच्या दिशेने.
२००२
सालात कावेरी-गोदावरीच्या खोर्यात डि-६ या ब्लॉकमध्ये रिलायन्सला भारतातले
सगळ्यात मोठे गॅसचे साठे सापडले. त्यातून त्यांना त्या साठ्यांचं उत्खनन
आणि वितरण करण्याचं काम भारत सरकारकरुन सोपवण्यात आलं. भारतातली खनिज
संपत्ती ही भारतीय जनतेच्या मालकीची आहे, त्यामुळे त्याचा शोध आणि निर्माण
यावर लोकनियुक्त भारत सरकारचं नियंत्रण असतं. त्यासाठी सरकार खाजगी
कंपन्यांशी Production Sharing Contract(PSC) असा करार
धडवून आणते. या करारामध्ये सापडलेल्या खनिज साठ्यांचा पुढील शोध, उत्खनन
आणि वापरासाठी उत्पादन या सर्व प्रक्रियांमध्ये सरकार आणि ती ठराविक खाजगी
कंपनी यांची भुमिका आणि जबाबदार्या नमूद केलेल्या असतात.
जेव्हा रिलायन्स कंपनी फुटली तेव्हा भारताच्या खनिजसंपत्तीचे वाटे कसे
करायचे आणि किती दर आकारायचा यावरुन त्यांच्यात दुमत निर्माण झाले तेव्हा
तत्कालिन उर्जामंत्री विरप्पा मोईली यांनी नॅचरल गॅस ही अंबानी बंधूची
खाजगी संपत्ती नसून ती भारताची संपत्ती आहे, असा मुद्दा उपस्थित केला.
तेव्हा त्यावर अंबानी बंधूनी सरकारला $2.34 per mmBtu हा अंतिम आकडा कळवला.
त्या काळात ओएनजीसी याच्या जवळ जवळ अर्ध्या किंमतीत सरकारला गॅस पुरवठा
करीत होती. मग अंबानी बंधूनी हा $2.34 per mmBtu चा मॅजिकल आकडा कुठुन पैदा
केला?
हा आकडा आला होता जून २००४च्या वेळी झालेल्या NTPC आणि
रिलायन्सच्या करारातुन. या करारात NTPC च्या गुजरातमधील दोन औष्णिक
केंद्रांना याच दराने गॅस पुरवण्याचा वायदा केला होता. तर जेव्हा हा आकडा
रिलायन्सने भारत सरकारपुढे ठेवला तेव्हा किंमत जास्त असल्याने त्यावर
साहजिकच नकार मिळाला. तेव्हा रिलायन्सने आमची मिंमत मान्य करा नाहीतर गॅस
देणार नाही असा सरळ सरळ पवित्रा घेतला. यानंतर घोटाळ्यांचे सत्र सुरु झाले.
NTPC ने न्यायालय गाठले. कोर्टात केस सुरु असतानाच, २००७ साली सरकारने हे
प्रकरण सोडवण्यासाठी Empowered Group of Ministers (EGoM) च्या हातात
दिले. त्यानंतर झालेला कळस म्हणजे त्यांनी $4.2 per mmBtu हा भरघोस नफा
देणारा आकडा मुक्रर केला. $4.2 per mmBtu!!!! हे सगळं सुरु होतं तेव्हा
गॅसचं एकही युनिट उत्पादित झालं नव्हतं. म्हणजे बाजारातली तुरी सोडाच पण
तुरी शेतात पेरल्या पेरल्या भट भटणीला मारी असा प्रकार सुरु होता.
२००७ मध्येच यावर कॅगचा रिपोर्ट तयार होत होता पण तो बाहेर यायला
२०११ उजाडलं आणि हे भांडवलशाही नंदनवन जनतेच्या डोळ्यांना खुलं झालं. मंजूर
केलेल्या प्रभागाच्या २५% जास्त प्रभाग खनिजशोधाच्या नावाखाली बळकावला
गेला. पुरेशा विहिरी न खोदता सरकारची दिशाभूल करणं, ओएनजीसीच्या प्रभागात
चोरी करणं अस्ले प्रकार घडले होते. यावर शिक्षा न देता सरकारनं बळकावलेले
भूभाग त्यांच्याच नावावर करुन टाकले.
यावर कडी म्हणून की काय
तर आरबीआयचे माजी गव्हर्नर सी रंगराजन यांनी जगात पहिल्यांदाच एका नवीन
फॉर्म्युल्याचा शोध लावला तो म्हणजे गॅसच्या किंमती या जागतिक बाजारातल्या
किंमतीवर निर्धारित करणे. म्हणजे गॅस भारताचा पण तो आयात केल्यासारखा समजून
चारपट पैसे भरायचे. हे पैसे कुणाच्या खिशात, तर अर्थातच रिलायन्सच्या.
तर लोकहो हे सगळं वाचून फसवलं गेल्याची भावना मनात आलीच असेल. राग
वगैरे आला असेल. आला असेल तर तो आता दुप्पट करुन घ्या. कारण आता पुन्हा
निवडणुकीनंतर लगेच रिलायन्सने गॅसच्या किंमती केल्या आहेत $8.3 per
mmBtu!!!! म्हणजे दोन वरुन चार आणि चारवरुन आठ टक्के असा सरळ सरळ हिशेब आहे
यांचा तेही अवघ्या ८ वर्षांच्या काळात. या नव्या किमती लागू करण्याचं
धमकीवजा पत्र त्यांनी १ एप्रिललाच सरकारला धाडलंय. आचारसंहितेमुळे त्यांना
सध्या थांबणं भाग पडलंय. पण गेल्या एक महिन्यात झालेलं नुकसान वसूल करुच
असा निर्वाणीचा इशाराही त्यांनी दिला आहे. आता मोदीसरकार आलंच तर तए हा
तिढा कसा सोडवतात ते पहायला हवं. मोदींचा एकुण अभिनिवेश पहाता ते
प्रत्यक्षात येईल असं काही वाटत नाही पण 'आसमानसे कुछ तो टपके' असं म्हणत
सदा नुसता आ वासून बसलेल्या माणसाच्या तोंडात खरोखरी विकासाचा लाडू पडावा
हीच अपेक्षा. शेवटी सभा,निवडणुका आणि खातेवाटप यालाच राजकारण म्हणतात ही
चुकीची धारणा बाजूला ठेवा. राजकारण तर आता सुरू होईल. त्यावर आपली बेरकी
नजर राहू द्या. तिथपर्यंत काय? तर लाडू वळा!!!
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
fifteen men on a dead man's chest
yo ho ho and tip of a gun
skin him out, and they'll be blessed
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
Amid good men, there's cap'n Gross
as he turns ship with a bulbous nose
cross yor heart and never go close
lad's settle yor debt with Cap'n Gross
or get marooned yor arse & say adiós
as they say dead men tale no tales
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
Fifteen men will dance for the dead
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
poke his eyes & be damned with a red
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
I'm sure he raped my long-lost wife (1st pirate)
I know he killed me in me dreams last night (2nd pirate)
he sung those songs which i neverrrr liked (3rd pirate)
he forgot to bow over our cap's thong
he gave him an eye and proved him wrong
now we'll skin him out for all night long
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
fifteen men will drink his blood
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
their throats will cheer forever holy flood
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
carve his eyes and play lier's dice
sharpen knives and slice him twice
an ounce of flesh to be precise
his head on a pike & sing Nazi rhyme
gutt him out and take every dime
when all dig grave there's ain't any crime
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
fifteen men will dance on the grave
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
they'll be called as sons of a brave
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
amid fifteen men there's boy with a frown
like our dead man, his color was brown
Aye! Aye! Lets all soon gun him down
forget our code and let him hang
wipe those songs, he ever sang
fare him well when he walks the plank
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun
fourteen men on a dead man's chest
yo ho ho and tip of a gun
skin him out, and they'll be blessed
Yo ho ho and a tip of a gun.
Die Die Die
Die Norma Jean Die
Try a nook
Try a razor
Try some fire
or a river
Die on a war front
like a young soldier
or on the streets of Paris
like a leprous whore
fall to an ottoman blade
in a crusade for Jerusalem
gasping your hollow ecstasy,
or die as a stranger to your mother
on her dried up Sudanese breasts
or
Die in some food eating competition
while eating yourself
Die in Syria
they have just found some oil there
drink it and light yourself
become Ghazi
eventually
just die in some gutter of insanity
with juiced up absurdia
in your hipster veins
We do not care.
You are just a story
to be told during puberty
& not to be followed.
you die,
Die again.
For thousand times
so we can embrace
your essence
with our hands
on the frenzied cocks of
our empty corpses
& our bankrupt suffering
towards sufferings
of all.
we have sane libraries
where,
everything stinks
rational & irrational
where,
every moment is written &
Whatever written is everything.
I am an orphan of my generation.
Sitting here
on a window of a civilization of my time
with a melancholy smile.
Norma,
Wherever they have deported Alice
take me there.
Where chaos is ecstasy
Take me there.
Till then,
I sleep here peacefully
thinking peace.
Absurd and destructive edifices in our religion are doing nothing less but creating more and more illusion about our reality. Eventually, it's very much obvious that flexibility of a thought dies when it is calcified in belief. In the case of religion, the emotions are involved too, people commit crimes on themselves and other, under the epithet of 'Dil Ki Soch'! If you are alone in the country of such a big and irrational population, you don't exist. They drag you away, beat you, remove your eyes, ears, nose, lungs, kidneys, liver and all. They just let you keep your brain with you; your thoughts are not tasty, who is going to eat that?? So, eventually, you die in this shit hole with your books and pen, thinking and rearranging some new metaphors for poetry, for future.
