Dubai

Everytime you look in the sky,
You see a plane fly,
You know, you are in Dubai!!!!

Who Am I !!!

 A creative soul at heart, 

In the vocational realm- I've played many parts.

Interdisciplinary in every sense, 

My training in Philosophy has given me analytic skills, so dense.

People tend to believe; only of things- philosophers think.

Peek into the life of the Stoic Marcus Aurelius and see who is it that stinks!

Moving from theory to praxis, a deliberate attempt,

I am no armchair philosopher! I say with contempt.

You can leave writing but writing wont leave you!!!

Life has weird ways of asserting its plan for you.

And it was so that I happened to get an email from Blogger telling me that they were going to close my account due to 15 years of inactivity! A blog that I began in college that I aptly forgot about.   

I had forgotten that I was a poet. Or rather as @lakhan.raghuvanshi commented "Intentionally I stopped writing, like I stopped taking photographs after My Nikon D70 got stolen from my own house". Small events have a way of putting into motion cataclysmic changes. I was numb, thawed in insensitivity, choosing to loll around in my own misery.

I forgot that I used to wield a pen with so much of feeling, 

I forgot, it would send goosebumps through by whole body, the world would turn blue for me. 

(Typing away rapidly), I forgot that I fought with my professor over the intimacy of feeling pen on paper and the wicked sin that the keyboard was. 

There was something pure to life then - unsullied by habit - an openness to experience which was'nt tempered by the fallow know-letch we accumulate as voyeurs and commentators of life. I wonder how Socrates was ever able to say 'the only thing I know for sure is that I know nothing! 

I cant just do it because somehow I feel I know - that sense of comfort which crept in like a thief at night has indeed soiled my imagination. 

I know cynicism - that which we are great at teaching our youth! Call it critical thinking, digital humanities, the discourse on rights or whatever fancy eyeball grabbing name you want to adorn your BS with, somewhere in this transmission a bitter taste is born: 

Of crushing defeat of cherished ideals we held at youth. 

Of empty promises of a better tomorrow that were handed down.

I stopped writing - it had lost all meaning - I was told to publish or perish and I chose the latter. 

I chose to suffer silently, I went to places where no one wanted to go to. Faced innumerable rejections, saw golden opportunities that my peers grabbed hastily. All the while telling myself not to envy those who forged ahead. I know not how well I succeeded but I can say that in all my mediocrity I was still full of my self. I would'nt sully my self to the gains and losses of others when I had this crown of thorns.

"I will write when I feel compelled to write". was something I always said. When the poison of the would turned into wine, I would then pour it into crystal goblets and serve it to the world. 

And here we are prompted by a AI bot switched on half way across the globe - Google Ireland Ltd, Gordon House, Barrow Street, Dublin 4, Ireland

It said, I quote:

  "Hi aivin,

This email address has a legacy Blogger account associated with it that hasn’t logged in since 2007. In 60 days it will lose access to the account and associated content; the data will be permanently deleted unless migrated to the Google Account system at Legacy migration page." 

Breath - Taking

I eat, sing, dance, laugh, cry and sweat.

It doesn’t really matter whether I’m moving or at rest.

As a man of the world there are so many goals to be met.

“Your lungs work fine” the words of my last cigarette.

Subtle and silent, thou art master; giver.

A ghost without color, so much subtle power!

Breaking shore incessantly, no respite for life's lover 

The engine of my life; better - my fuel for ever? 

Multiple deceptive forms- amorous as hell, 

You spell life for animal, plant and microbe as well.

The common factor, our impartial bell.

Fools muse: the primacy of men!

The rightful father of language: you carry our each word.

Oblivious humans think not much of your worth!

Draped in our immortal language Gods; merely mortal souls.

So I take you for granted until it becomes evident.

Usually at the battlefield stretcher or the hospital bed.

While running for one’s life or chasing fate.

The ignorance of a lifetime O breath: is met at death.

Coming as you wish and leaving as you please.

Thou are second to none in the bazaar of beings.

Poetry and or Posturing?

The biggest strength lying on the lie of our being;

tells constantly of our needs 

Manifold assurances to maintain day to day living.

But who is worthy of this highest of posts?

The she's and he's who reigned for centuries have long deserted their thrones

Unable to bear the dreadful weight of such a curse

Yet we lie in hope of such relief from the most wretched of souls

Each and everyone tortured by the curse 

Of finding self worth to showcase to the outside world.

In this great act of ignorance emerges the noble of our times

Here is where we enslave ourselves to others of our kind

In this prostitution of perspective we see the sad demise

Of the eye that gazed gracefully at the familiarity of the divine 

 

Tell me Why

Tell me why the sky is blue!
My eyes are red are yours too?
Tell me why the sun does set!
Is it a lie or am I a fool?
Tell me why the birds sing!
Is it for me or is it for you?

Today I saw bats flying in the sky.

I do not laugh I do not weep.
One thing I cannot not do is sleep.
So like a good boy I wash my feet.
In a white towel I dry them clean.

Dirty water seeps into the shiny sink.
Some day you will return to me indeed.

Binary Beings

I cannot touch you through your pictures.
I cannot reach for you through these framed words.
This virtual facade of our genius denies me experience whole.

I scour through these bits and bytes that represent your being.
All the time assuming, never really knowing.

My feeling like my being is organic and inside me.
Something no technology can touch or even receive.
It is exclusively for you in all entirety.

Not in a photo, not in a line, not in a medium that etches shadows of my life.
In flesh and blood i stand before thee.
No more groping in the darkness, time to take delight in the living.

(A precursor to disappearance)