Street lamps
burning like a Taliban gun
shooed away tanned darkness and
chilli powder emptiness.
The kid stole a muddy carrot
and slipped out into the dying crowd.
eagle with 1:2 eyes
and Zarathustra’s breath
gazed at my thrift store soul.
Colonized psyches
in a Bajaj scooter
and 1 gram gold sweats
were boiling in traffic
with their Falooda tantrums
and stockfish skins.
Folded collar and a hungry tie
eating time.
Socks
trapped like a matchstick
in a phosphorus box
is longing the Maya of 400 square meters thing
we call home.
People with their data packs
gazing into abyss and bellies
at the edge of the Oort cloud
are comfortable in granitic moods.
The shakes and breaks of metro train
jolt the tobacco dreams of the city of the dead.
Cults of ID cards
beat the drums of samsara
from their Platonic caves.
Man is a gentle creature
from 9 to 5.
An ape with a tie
and a rat with a flat pulse.
Brother with the other
and smoother with the mother.
Full of chi
at chai break.
From 5
human is a plague.
the first rascal
and the second Nazi after god.
He becomes the myth
that turns out to be real
and a mirror with terror.
From 10
an atma
with mannequin coldness.
At 2 A.M.
it was all a
blooming, buzzing confusion.
Under thick moonlight
a red ant died with a smile.
Bluetooth devices already
connected without permission.
Sad part was
I was the dictator red in tooth and claw
for the ant family. But I am just a dot
in this pale blue dot of earth.
I cannot tell that in their pheromones lingo. Pity.
Hid the body
and couldn’t stomach the ongoing curses
so
I gave them a holy book and took the pillow ride.
Walk
into the road of excess
with a hammer and a flamethrower.
Vent out in the nature
the clouds can hold
the muds, floods, and the
bloods of soul.
The Hyenas in our consciousness
need the woods and winds
to dam the loop of replay
and redo the clay.
slowness and the boniness of id
will set a new sail for the ape.
Sipping the sands with the feet
makes a vacuum to suck out
the foul.
We all smell the same now. Party with duplicate talkshows.
Even the dog brothers and sisters howl the routine cry.
Popping Dolo 650 pills and eat matching social media newsfeed
like a mad earthworm in a field.
Why toss a coin
when we can look at the scatter graph fed on
identical samples.
so
no
eureka in the speaker.
this is the divine comedy
by Kafka’s cockroaches.
try a different candy
now and then.
drop the thesis statements.
at least
don’t sell your soul on Saturdays and Sundays.
We hide the guilt
of no-creation and inaction
with consumption.
Terence McKenna
believes that we are golems now,
sedated by TV fixes.
We don’t care about the nightmares anymore.
We hate the awakeners and salute the sleepers.
We talk but not behave.
Fancy themselves in solo trips
yet too busy to flow.
living is a to-do list now
and eating like a cow
we miss the wow and the tao.
Go home, captain.
Tricks of the mind to avoid difficult tasks:
1. Rushing through things.
2. Producing inferior work to create a false sense of achievement.
3. Engaging us in trivial tasks to stay busy.
Abusing and insulting someone is a coping mechanism of the mind
to manage our own fears, ignorance and feelings of inadequacy, thereby
creating a false sense of superiority over others.
Thy Vox 