Condemned to be free(Poem)

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Humans yearn
for freedom
and thunderous thrills
in pissing off the
pack of people.

Hungry to fill
“essence” in the
existence.

Yet
the rebel
after tucking in the glasses
lulls the blood
when
the weight of
liability
blame
and the likes of it
reveal themselves.

From the nebula of
liberty and free rein
comes
the creeps
angst and
unresting nerves.

Man
being
who he is
doesn’t yet have the
bare bravery
for the roar.


Searching spectrum(Poem)

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The
“Having” society(Eric Fromm)
prices
what we have under our name.

The
psychedelic-spiritual society
holds
drunkenness
dear and near.

The
Asimov(science) society
have their
meta verse hunger
quantum jokes
and dark matter dialectics.

The cranium society
is lost in
Freudian slips
synthetic archetypes
and sleepwalking.


The DNA/RNA society
is neck deep in
selfish gene games
and genomic greed.

And the Socratic world is
in their typical
butterfly dreams(Chuang-Tzu)
metaphysical matrix mess
and either/or dualities.


Out of nothing(Poem)

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We are
meaning
wanting
beings.
we cannot
take in a zero-experience.

Omelette burnt?
divine decision.
Owl outside the window?
angel’s curse.
Omen?
Amen?
common man.


A rock
be it
igneous
sedimentary
or
metamorphic
isn’t
just a rock for man
but a supreme interpretation.

Pending file
from the art of seeing
is karma.

Long queue
from the mysteries of mindfulness
is Wu Wei.

Always a thing
in nothing.


A bit of both(Poem)

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Dull apes
with a dull skull
decided to evolve.

Proved that
we aren’t just
wind and dust.
(Bob Dylan)

Besting each other
and feasting on each other
we’ve made tiny Darwinian steps.

Yes
we used gas chambers
we condemned the blackness
not of inside
but outside
we raised illusions
to slave people
on the permafrost of religion.

Now
we’re proud
in our own quantum alienations
and pools of tears.

Yes
we also saw
nicety through our choices.

we used the sticks of the constitution
to drive away the dogmatic dogs
we used the flames of reason
to burn the bullshit
we used the stars of science
to play with god
and delay the doom.

we
as
gravity beings
oscillate between
poetry and prose
killings and kindness
long knives and short knives
and
between
caves and craves
to graves.


Job done (Poem)

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The mailman’s inky fingers
were shaking like a toddler’s head
when his eyes saw
the tragedy
behind the letters.

How many kisses of death
and the news of hell
can the latter carrier
take with him to the village?

This is no majestic mission.

God decides
yet the messenger takes the blame.

I long to lug the light
and twist the words
so that
the beloved only knows benevolence
and the rumours only
rush to remind a forgotten face

yet the sound
I
deliver is cold.
the memory
I deliver is tainted by time.
the laughter
I deliver is brief
and burdened by blows of
blood.

Locked and locked to the
a load of luck.


Starvism(Poem)

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When the hunger
kindled
belly-revolutions
the world
didn’t feel like Maya(illusion).

I had to agree with Charvakas.

Yet
when the buds were
touched by Samosa

I was reminded of
Frank Mccourt’s
“After a full belly,
all is poetry.”
words.

So
I had to agree with Plato.

There exists
a realm of forms
with perfect Samosa-ness
untouched by chef’s
imperfections and flies.

When the belly’s happy
all philosophies die away.

If not
we get
Marxists
Existentialists
and sold-out poets.


Forward motion (Poem)

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Self Suspension happened
after a few miles
On the X-axis
mind was
meeting itself
On the Y-axis
matter was looking
for a gospel.

The thieves are thieving
The babies are behaving
The retirees are believing
and
The bellies are improving.

Now I’m 29hrs
more older.
Still
not yet wise
in the moment.
only
after the moment.

the slow movement of the engine
disturbed the
hard-won nirvana
after the food
but Mary Oliver’s
words have hit the heart

“Things take the time
they take. Don’t worry.”

but the raging atoms
hardly listen.

Attention is a phoenix.
It perishes
and rises in a second
at least it does for me
while I’m
pondering.

Behind me
was a bald head
swimming in the newspaper…..

I guess these are
those times
where nothing happens
yet we see something
in everything
in anything
even when there’s nothing.


Misplaced(Poem)

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Patients who
hold fast to life
on their cancerous beds
are the worthy philosophers.

Artists who give away
little pieces of themselves
to every canvas
with an ignorant heart
are the worthy creators.

Teachers who
labour to raise
the wise flowers
even in the poverty of attention
are the worthy dream keepers.

Soldiers who
hold the heartless lands
with a solitary mind
and a pregnant heart
with a belly full of pain and love
are the worthy poets.

Monks who eat away
the “I”‘s
in a rock cave
with a candle of innocence
are the worthy moralists.

Doctors who
drug us for a surgery
and wound the soul
under the surgical lights
are the worthy lovers
with a radioactive smile.


Crowd, the Omnipresent, the Omnipotent and the Omniscient (Essay)

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For so many of us, the crowd is the god. We don’t know much about the final judgement day that awaits us for the sins we do on earth but feel the “judgement” of the crowd and its beating on our backs to correct any “deviant” act and morality every day.

After a while, the thought policing of the crowd makes us a unidimensional, unidirectional and unidentified man. We become the loyal dogs of our tribe. Centuries of conditioning combined with religious sanctions and social ostracism imprinted the need for social approval and acceptance deep in our neurons. The validations we crave in the name of likes, retweets, comments, and hashtags on social media are testimonials of this fact.

The initial premature tribalism later evolved into glorified nationalism and the totalitarian rules in Europe and other parts of the world. The popping up of “Yes-Masters” in the crowd killed millions of Jews. This is mainly because the crowd acquires unthinking and participates in the acts of evil, without not being necessarily evil. ( Hannah Arendt covers this in Eichmann in Jerusalem: A report on the Banality of Evil. Can one do evil without being evil?)

If the crowd accepts something as pious then it is the iron law. Few souls opposed it and got the punishment. Socrates was accused of impiety (desecration and mockery of divine objects) and was killed for his Parrhesia (Frank Speech), just to give a well-known example.

Forget about challenging groupthink, the normal choices about food, clothing, movies, books and music are judged left and right. Conformity is rewarded and nonconformists are branded as “different”. The news reporting agencies too know this. Hence, the fourth estate also never crosses the line.

Immigrants face this problem a lot. They are supposed to “Fit in” and any misfits preaching multiculturalism are a nuisance in society. And the whole concept of “Melting pot” is a metaphor for majoritarianism. James Baldwin says this— Who wants to be melted down? And melted down to what? It’s a problematic metaphor. You’ve got to tell the world how to treat you. If the world tells you how you are going to be treated, you are in trouble.”

It’s unfortunate that the crowd took the place of god. However, education can be a good tool to change this ( Here, it means, Paideia. The deep education rather than cheap schooling). Leo Buscaglia puts it in the way I want it to be—

“Education should be the process of helping everyone to discover his own uniqueness, to teach him how to develop that uniqueness, and then to show him how to share it because that’s the only reason for having anything.” Such kind of educational transformation can be starting place. It also raises the truth tolerance levels of society and taps into the “wisdom of the minority”(Frederick Douglass).

A perfect end here can only come form Emerson—

“ Masses are rude, lame, unmade, pernicious in their demands and influence and one must not concede anything to them, but to tame, drill, divide, and break them up, and draw individuals out of them.”










Boredom(Essay)

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The culture of productivity, the ideology of capitalism and the mimetic desires of a man in the Anthropocene make boredom an unforgivable sin. Clocking the maximum hours and the hustle mindset of the workers with complete alienation of self (Karl Marx) is the path for proletariats with laptops.

The solitude and idle sitting have become vices and the conditioning of 9 to 5 makes one feel guilty if he/she dares to skip a second. The conscience and self-censorship (Micheal Foucault) will punish us for the sin of wasting time. An alarm goes off with a warning to get back on the track.

Infact, now, collectively as a species, we have become afraid of boredom, as exclaimed by Bertrand Russel in “The Conquest of Happiness”. Instead, the rat race, fueled by corporate lords pushes people into the hedonic treadmill of consumerism to get instant doses of dopamine.

Our busyness which often is forced distracts us from living and solving “Bigger problems of life”. Because only we are conscious of our existence and its drama, it naturally becomes our part-time job if not a full one to solve it. Erich Fromm wrote in “Man for Himself” that man is the only animal for whom his existence is a problem which he has to solve and from which he cannot escape. Only boredom and the process of it all give us a mediocre chance to solve a few existential questions in our life and at the least give us a defining philosophy to live according to his own terms.

That’s why Kierkegaard offers the virtue of “idleness” and Adam Phillips gives his notion of “Fertile Solitude” as necessary for life. It can spur creativity, and mindfulness and unlock profound questions. This is denied to people nowadays.

Walter Benjamin (Illuminations) calls out our allergy to boredom as a particularly perilous affliction of the Information Age. The consequence of it is best put by Bertrand Russell—

“A generation that cannot endure boredom will be a generation in whom every vital impulse slowly withers, as though they were cut flowers in a vase.” No wonder, Ralph Linton laments that all cultural advance derives from the human capacity for being bored.

Boredom offers a tiny space for reflection, and rejuvenation if one can embrace it. Without any pause, the constant stimulations will break us down and we won’t question the same old stuff we have been doing again and again without any reason simply for the sake of it. (Sisyphus Existence) Knowing this, Jews curse someone if they want to with the line—“May you never be bored.”

Boredom, then, needs a closer embrace and we have to put up with it and not treat it as a biblical sin. Boredom is a perfect prequel to new things in our life. It represents our desire to “create” and seek newness and weird things. Kierkegaard says—“The gods were bored; therefore they created human beings.” See, gods are no exception to boredom and humans have come out of it.

Hence, dear Sapiens, surrender to boredom.