Friday, 24 July 2020

Hill of wisdom

He got born in this world,
started gazing and listening,
yet not speaking a word.

He learnt from his architect,
speech, style, and sermon,
to utter ideas and then reflect.

He started climbing a hill,
made by sages of the past,
to view the world at his will.

He learnt mounting from masters -
learning, failing, trying, repeating,
and building the path as he wanders.

He matured as he moved places -
new milieu, masters, and mantras,
his thoughts felt like zillion spaces.

He chose to do an abstract hiking -
of logic, philosophy, and poetry,
he didn't feel climbing but flying.

He spirited high to find hilltop 
to sit, sense, and solve the world,
but failed to find any such top.

He grew old and forgot his goal,
still soaring in his spectral space,
now, he adores his untold hope.



Tuesday, 14 July 2020

A love story of two stars

Two stars,
light-years apart,
glimmer and glance
at each other to ask
some eternal questions:
why they exist ,
why they met,
and why they are apart.

Humans, the God of logic,
told them the story of accumulation
of gas clouds of dense concentration
ultimately creating and rearing them.

Happy to know this,
now they ask
why they are close
yet miles apart.

Humans, the God of rationality,
bashed them at their stupid question:
in an ocean of billion stars, 
lots of stars are near or far. 

Sad to know this,
now they ask
when will they meet
as they seem
to like each other.

Humans, the God of predictability,
told them that after millions of years,
gravity will bring them closer and closer
until they clash, mash, and perish together.

Dancing in this hope,
they relish this moment
of glancing at each other
knowing their destiny.

Saturday, 4 July 2020

On the nature of sex

On the nature of sex

Sex is undeniably the most talked about and fundamental aspect of a human psyche. Skipping its historical perspectives, I am interested in this blogpost to talk directly about what place sex has in our lives today. In this post-modern world, the old beliefs on sex are being continously and progressively shunned by most classes (economic or intellectual). Most of the banal conversations between well-to-do humans is on the topics like, polyamory, casual sex, threesome, gender sexual identity, choosing partners, extra-marital sex, open relationships etc. I am interested to find what's the most fundamental consideration to hold while deciding on your decision or belief system, when your future actions are falling into this domain of life.

Unarguably, the human body (including mind) is a complex unit of intermingled biological, emotional, rational, irrational, evolutionary and lot other facets. These are so jumbled up that there is no point of even delineating them and explaining them - but everyone is so keen to play with these divisions while deciding their actions. For example, while choosing a partner for marriage a rational reason invokes to find yourself a stable partner in financial, social aspect but while choosing a partner for sex a psychological reason invokes to find yourself a sexually compatible partner. Given the fact that human changes variably with time and so do their goals and baseline facets for making decisions, it is safe to say that human can never have a control over him/her-self. When I say control, I mean self-awareness. The least I am sure about human pscyhe is its own self-awareness to why it is making a certain decision. It just happens to be. For this reason, drawing a reason from baseline facet to explain your decision is a task susceptible to self-bias, making-it-up, and such psychological issues. Mapping these inferences to another person, it is even more safe to say that a human can never understand even to a fair agree the intermingled facets of another person (a potential partner in our case). Hence, the idea of loving the soul (metaphor for intermingled facets) of the person is purely metaphorical and you can never explain or word it down. But experimentally, love happens as evident from billions of people throughout the course of human history who have again and again re-iterated this proposition. So, I can not write anything about love here. But what about sex? Sex is another talked about topic just like love and they both have some psycholoical correlations. However, sex is an action stemming from the intermingled facets I mentioned above. To decide to do sex is to understand these facets. If you choose not to understand these facets, you are not a human as you should be. But humans can not understand these facets because of limits in our cognition. Hence, it might be safe say that one shouldn't do sex. One might argue that just like love, the act of sex just happens to be. If it is the case, then sex should be as abstract as the love is - for love just happens in your mind, so the sex should be. But what's the origin of love? Is it the phsyical proximity with that person or an idea of that person. My contention is that love is with the idea of that person, existing in your person. So even though, love can have causal factors like physical proximity, finance, social factor, genetic factor, psychological factor, the most fundamental and common trademark of love is the idea of person existing in your mind. That's how love becomes abstract for it exists only in your mind. If you decide to do sex by not finding a fundamental trademark of sex, then it is a fairly common act and you can always find arguments to choose any side on the topics related to sex like casual sex, threesome etc. For example, homosexual incest is a perfectly normal act because there is no chance of pregnancy and from biological perspective, it should be legal/normal/open. "But is such an act fundamentally understood or felt before executed?" -- You can say it is felt like it should be done it is done. "But when you felt it, what should you do about what you felt"? -- I will just do it when I felt like doing it. "So the act happened physically and altered something in brain, but you ignored the brain part and focused on the physical part and that's it" -- But you said that there are some intermingled aspects as causal factors of sex which you can't delineate properly and there is nothing other than doing sex which you can do." -- Yes, so I just need to do it and not think at all. But there's something missing in your argument of "just doing it". "It was an experience in your brain which was so abstract and fundamental and omniscient that you forgot to notice. This experience is that of re-creating sex in your brain. Just like love, sex is all in your brain and you can imagine sex with any person/animal/object possible in the known universe and it is legally/socially/morally acceptable. What I mean to say is that though you can do sex without thinking, but just thinking about sex is a better action that actually doing it. When I say thinking about sex, it means writing, drawing, talking, any everything imaginary about sex than the actual physical sex. The game of imagination has much higher payoffs than an actual game. The possibilities of abstract sex is immensely larger even to write than few possibilities of phsyical sex (and its evolution) which always bring moral/legal/social issues in societies. Sex is important for humanity but not doing and just imagining sex is a well-thought, constructed, pleasurable, diverse act with immense benefits. Choice is yours.


Friday, 3 July 2020

Love is an art

The ring she wears to be on cloud nine
is an art - baffling, pleasing, and divine.

Flying high on red hills of sloppy snow
 she's an art - wilful, blushing, and zero.
 

Tuesday, 23 June 2020

Untitled

On this sailing smooth river
the sailing wind makes me shiver.
The shiver is not that of cold
but because I am growing old.
Old and few hours to die
still sailing on this life's high.
These highs push me for another high
and some downs at times, make me cry.
Cries remind me of your face
which is still so full of grace.
A grace I can't see now with poor eyes,
and you're hidden somewhere in disguise.
Disguised is still not my pounding hearbeat
which I hear, and now I fasten my fleet.
This fleet flows faster and faster
as our lives become fainter and fainter.
Faintly, I can see you writing something
as I reach by your spot, fainting.
Fainting, I try to say but I couldn't say
I stand up, fall on water, drowning away.
Away at  a distance, you see me and jump by
We both meet and drown in river; now our souls fly.

Death

Death

My chilly plant withers away.
In this cold, she shivers away -
with disdain look at her father,
for I forgot to sprinkle some water.

She used to love me a lot -
a gift I never shove a thought.
And now it's too late to repent,
for she is falling down a descent.

She's gone.

Alone in this dark night,
I miss her stark sight.
Now, I feel dis-enchanted
never take a gift for granted.

Monday, 15 June 2020

Identity

The soul of George Floyd
is not at a peace yet.
Like a tornado, it's a void:
it's not just a protest.

This void viralling the world,
swaying all of us mentally,
leaves a question yet unfurled -
what exactly is an identity 

To use this viral void,
to distill nature of identity,
we fill it with three traits:
an eye, a brain, and a heart.
An eye of child with wonder:
looking at dog and humans alike.
A brain with sheer scientific saber:
grappling with facts, trials, and testing.
A heart of a profound philosopher:
feeling deep expanse of epistemology.

This void, first, goes to ants
to gape at a distance
and finds a smooth trail -
identity looks fuzzy.
As it peeks closer,
each ant is palpable 
an ant is the ant -
identity is distinctive.
Over a scale of years,
worker ants die within one to three
and queen ant lives upto thirty -
identity could be short or long lived.
Queen ants outlive workers,
thanks to their gene expression
which repairs DNA damage -
identity stays with (genetic) power.

Then the void goes to grass to find
few communal or solitary bunches,
flourishing in Sun or hidden in soil  -
identity stays with those who are exposed.

Then the void goes to air to find
air molecules shaking the bridges away,
or spreading the scent of your beloved -
identity is mapping of an entity to another.

Aliens don't exist unless they map on us.
When something maps on us, it has identity.
If something has identity, it is an identity.
This identity is singular, special, venerable.

Identities of entities are same, when entities are same.
Ascribing one's identity to another is as illogical as
ascribing shape of clouds to horses and humans.
Mistaking one with another is as stupid as
mistaking a fire in burner with nulcear explosion.

May Floyd's soul rest in peace,
and this void teaches a lesson
to identify everyone uniquely,
to believe that humanity is
a necklace of billion pearls
all threaded through this void:
unique yet sharing a common soul,
to retrieve emotions without words,
and share this message for entirety!





% The void is going to be my marker (of heart-brain-eyes) to philosophically-scientifically-emotionally answer the question of identity. Not using any nice poetic element in this poem is signifying how less passionate and inhuman I was while writing this poem. Poetry is stupid act to me unless my heart ache and beat when I write. It didn't here. Originally, I had thought of writing the poem on Identity but after the incident I thought that I can merge it with a topical issue. It turns out that NO - I can't do that and sensationalise a truthful act such a poetry with social topics I'm not deeply (to the extent that nothing means more to me at the time of writing than what I am writing) passionate about. 

When I was writing this poem, my plan was to finish it by 5 PM to get back to my research. If you start thinking about time when doing something supposedly truthful, then it is as false as 1=2.