History—Sober Past(Poem)

Generously compensated bards
sing the wickedness of old kings.
Peace covenants make the cold battles holy,
chaining the truth to victor penmanship.

Stitching the narratives in comfort
whitewashing the colonies
in the name of civilization.

Hagiographies sanctifying the myths
sidelining the subalterns
and de-constructing the lines of palm
only to tighten the perspectives.

one-sided mutinies, uprisings, revolutions, coups
exiling the gutters of night.

free-men slaving the free-men of distant geographies
painting poetry in place of hard prose
is what history did, does, and will do.

they say history often repeats
only sins do.

In the end,
only graves, not tombs know what happened.

—Drunken Diplomat.


May be—
there’s a beatific life behind death
a lotus that’s dirty and sinking
U-force that pulls up
a stoic teenager
sunny moonlight
a clock that doesn’t count
river running back to the source
a camel preying on a lion
a wise man who listens
father earth
finished poem or a painting
a mortal who comforted the gods
a dutiful cat
a meditator with skin in the game
an idiot with a question mark
a heart that listens to the head
a head that talks to the heart
a hand that bonds both.

—Drunken Monk


The son of the soil
The daughter of the sickle
placed the bet
on the slaughtered lands
on the mercurial monsoons
on the sleepy seeds.

Pack of pests
patiently waiting
to prey on the pain.

The rhythm of debts
The tunes of prices
play a sad melody of suicides.

Meanwhile, the cows
cry in the clutches
of corporates and
the Goblin of globalization.

Adding to the ironies,
the past sins of man
come to the farm
in the form
of cyclones, droughts
to make late memories
and bleach the
colors of cracked earth.

—Drunken Monk.

Examined Life?

The legends of philosophy and spirituality have one thing in common apart from their weirdly grown long white beards. They recommend an examined life. To savour the infinity in the present moment and live in deep reflections and ruminations.

But even a 5-minute meditation done over an app or contemplating about life’s purpose while having your coffee reveals the beauty and the beast, the sun and the moon, the light and the darkness of it all. It holds a yin-yang that delights us with a sense of calmness and dazzles us with the ugly dissatisfaction of life.

Conscious living is hard. It reveals the hallowed nature of life and makes us scratch our heads on the “Whole point” of this existence. This is fine and we can tolerate it.

However, past the 5-minute timer, the examination uncovers our own life’s shortcomings. The insecurities, anxieties, emotions all come for a ballet dance and play on the tunes of “pity” streaming in the neurons of our mind.

It’s like walking on a hotbed of coal or get repeatedly stung by a hornet. Why go after these musings? Just for a temporary soothing?

That turns us into the woods of unconscious living. This too has its shortcomings. It’s easy to get by in this mode but after a while, it becomes robotic and repetitive. You become a passive boat wandering in the waters of weariness. One eventually becomes a bystander and a nodding machine to the choices of life.

There is no juice left in the fruity life. Just counting seconds in a zombie state.

In the end, both states are hard thorny roads to make a living. The way ahead could be a conscious-unconscious or unconscious-conscious mode. But then—()

Future (Economics)—1

Resources, Good Governance, Human capital and even Institutional development till now to an extent determined the success of a nation and its economic growth and development.

But in the future, I think the “Attention Capital”, that is, the attention capacity and the capabilities of its citizens will tell us the trajectory of the nation. With attention spans falling off the chart to a minimum and some claiming even to that of a goldfish, the promise of the future is bleak. With people unable to concentrate on their tasks, productivity and prosperity can be deteriorating.

If that’s the case, governments might launch yoga and meditation schemes for the poor in future and so-called affirmative programs. That’s a hard nut to crack, I guess.

What if the primary skill in future resumes of the employees is the ability to concentrate and sit in a lotus posture for 90 minutes?
and the companies might hire a Spiritual CEO and a guru to guide their gullible employees?

—Drunken Monk.


David and Goliath
the mighty underdog,
weakling story should remind
us all the triumph of spirit over body.

The heads always stay down, if you let them.
but for the man of courage and tenacity
times bend and not the iron skull.

Giants can be dwarfed by nerves
Dwarfs can be magnified by guts.

Look into the face of fates
and fear not of the feeble winds
that come along the road.

The light of stubbornness
is wide enough to
cross the canopies of darkness.

Unfold the legend.

—Drunken Monk.


Under the load
of wisdom
we miss insights.

Under the load
of solitude
we miss love.

Under the load
of illumination
we miss the now.

Under the load
of driving
we miss moving.

Under the load
of deadlines
we miss the divine.

Under the load
of water
we miss the waves.

—Thus spoke the drunken monk.


dishonouring your soul
scamming your spirit
phishing your trust.

value trading
hiding truth in syllogisms
and selling lies with certitude.

taming the corrupted
wolves and sharks.

aligning the magnetic conscience
the magnetic moral compass
to moral maps.

wearing the just hats
taking in the honest breaths
and conserving the core, un-sugared.

the words
unchanged to seasons, sun and the winds
and insomniac to injustice and un-crooked

Stoic Ways of Happiness(Poem)

The Player “X”
could do anything
for only the last time.

The Player “Y” should
run the time machines
and the ‘If’ loops
and the ‘While’ loops
to reckon the coming disasters.

The Player “Z” shall
swim the silent waves, currents
and the tides of remote-controlled sadness.

Rationing is the best and
dwell on the minimal musings.

{X, Y, Z} to omit the evolutionary cravings
And the nuclear fusion of programmings.

—Drunken Monk.