NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
Wake up
wale up
wale up
There is a day and there is a night
Sun and darkness
Cloudy sky and sunny skies
Gardens and cemetries
Factories and occeans
Failure and success
Poverty and riches
Roads and boats
Spring and winter
Snow and ice and sun
Smells of roses and smells of garbage
Hunger and bellies full
Incredible loud laughter and silent tears
Birds are chirping outside your window
Yes, you have a window
A window to breath and a window to escape
Birds are chirping right outside your window
Is there a tree outside the window?
No, no tree...
Where did the birds come from?
Birds usually chirp in a park fiull of trees
No, there is no tree outside the window
But birds are chirping
Thats the beauty of it
Thats the mystery of it all
Birds are chirping to wake you up
Come on, listen to the birds
Birds came from far off places to cheer you up, to wake you
The birds came from the society you left behind
Society full of gardens and chirping birds
The birds flew over the Occeans
They are singing for you, wake up soon they have to go back home
No, they don't want to live here
Too many tall buildings and not many trees
They came to sing for you
They are your singing birds...
Wake up
Friday, March 23, 2018
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
Some one asked zulekha,
"Zulekha, what's the definition of a loser?"
And Zulekha said,
"We are all losers without exception."
"When you are rude to some one you are a loser"
'When you are nasty, you area loser."
"You lose in so many ways, so many ways and thats the definition of a loser."
You lose when you hurt some one."
"You lose when you don't care for others"
"You lose when you are selfish"
'you lose when you try to gain the rightful position in society."
Like Arthur Miller said , "That his characters are always looking for the rightful position
in the society."
'It depends on two things, Zulekha said"
"You and the society"
"And you lose in noth ways"
"Because first of all you are still not clear about your own Idetity and the society?
which society?"
"If you came from some where else thats one society and where ever you came to is the othher
society."
"How can one gain a position if one doesn't know where to look for."
'And if you can't gain position in society you are considered a loser."
'And thats where the tragedy of reality lies."
"Which society?"
"This one or the one left behind?"
'The current one or the one left behind?"
'Impossibility of all"
'No one knows Zulekha here"
"No one knows zulekha there"
"Thats what Zulekha sturggled about day and night, night and day"
"Where do I belong? Where should I gain a position? Society? Which one?"
So one day Zulekha decided to become her own society...
"You become your own society Zulekha. enough suffering and search for one already."
She told herself
"Become your own society. Gain a position of importance, success and power within your own societyyou are
and from now on your own heart and your own mind is your society. From now on your society is
your heart, its your mind, isn't it wonderful? To belong to your self, you are the land, your own land,
you are the mountain, you are the sea, you are the forest, you are the garden, you are the fields
blooming with flowers in the spring and its you, all the beauty, the beauty of the moon and the sun is
you."
"You are not going to have sleepless nights from now on? You are not going to wander on the
boulevards wondering who owns them and looking for your avenue of desire.
"Wake up Zulekha, you have gained a high position in your own heart, in your own mind, in your
own spirit, your position in society is higher than any one else's."
Now you can rest at night and explore your landscaoe during the day."
'Your society is you."
'And you have the highest possible position in it."
'Your heart is beating, your mind is functioning, you are sad and happy at the same time,
that must remind you that you are alive and breathing and thus must belong to something?
something precious, the murmur of the heart, the beating wings of desire and passion."
'Your society is full of passion and empathy and you don't care if any one else has it or not...what do
you care? Be a little self centered, a bit selfish, as long as you don't hurt any one, just walk away
when the time comes when you feel some one is trying to be abnoxious, just smile and walk away
because you know you belong to your own heart and your heart tells you be quiet, be silent under the
atmosphere of aggression, don't be provoked, you are at peace now, just walk away...take a long walk
on that country road laden with green grass, beautiful flowers, fresh air and lots of sun....
Do you need anything else Zulekha? Do you?"
Some one asked zulekha,
"Zulekha, what's the definition of a loser?"
And Zulekha said,
"We are all losers without exception."
"When you are rude to some one you are a loser"
'When you are nasty, you area loser."
"You lose in so many ways, so many ways and thats the definition of a loser."
You lose when you hurt some one."
"You lose when you don't care for others"
"You lose when you are selfish"
'you lose when you try to gain the rightful position in society."
Like Arthur Miller said , "That his characters are always looking for the rightful position
in the society."
'It depends on two things, Zulekha said"
"You and the society"
"And you lose in noth ways"
"Because first of all you are still not clear about your own Idetity and the society?
which society?"
"If you came from some where else thats one society and where ever you came to is the othher
society."
"How can one gain a position if one doesn't know where to look for."
'And if you can't gain position in society you are considered a loser."
'And thats where the tragedy of reality lies."
"Which society?"
"This one or the one left behind?"
'The current one or the one left behind?"
'Impossibility of all"
'No one knows Zulekha here"
"No one knows zulekha there"
"Thats what Zulekha sturggled about day and night, night and day"
"Where do I belong? Where should I gain a position? Society? Which one?"
So one day Zulekha decided to become her own society...
"You become your own society Zulekha. enough suffering and search for one already."
She told herself
"Become your own society. Gain a position of importance, success and power within your own societyyou are
and from now on your own heart and your own mind is your society. From now on your society is
your heart, its your mind, isn't it wonderful? To belong to your self, you are the land, your own land,
you are the mountain, you are the sea, you are the forest, you are the garden, you are the fields
blooming with flowers in the spring and its you, all the beauty, the beauty of the moon and the sun is
you."
"You are not going to have sleepless nights from now on? You are not going to wander on the
boulevards wondering who owns them and looking for your avenue of desire.
"Wake up Zulekha, you have gained a high position in your own heart, in your own mind, in your
own spirit, your position in society is higher than any one else's."
Now you can rest at night and explore your landscaoe during the day."
'Your society is you."
'And you have the highest possible position in it."
'Your heart is beating, your mind is functioning, you are sad and happy at the same time,
that must remind you that you are alive and breathing and thus must belong to something?
something precious, the murmur of the heart, the beating wings of desire and passion."
'Your society is full of passion and empathy and you don't care if any one else has it or not...what do
you care? Be a little self centered, a bit selfish, as long as you don't hurt any one, just walk away
when the time comes when you feel some one is trying to be abnoxious, just smile and walk away
because you know you belong to your own heart and your heart tells you be quiet, be silent under the
atmosphere of aggression, don't be provoked, you are at peace now, just walk away...take a long walk
on that country road laden with green grass, beautiful flowers, fresh air and lots of sun....
Do you need anything else Zulekha? Do you?"
Thursday, March 22, 2018
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
Zulekha's story
Her pain
Her loneliness
Her alienation
Her isolation
Her observations
Her joy
Her pleasures
Her happiness
Her dreams
Her rewards
Her sadness
Her, not knowing
Her relations
Her mistakes
Her punishment
Zulekha's story
Her pain
Her loneliness
Her alienation
Her isolation
Her observations
Her joy
Her pleasures
Her happiness
Her dreams
Her rewards
Her sadness
Her, not knowing
Her relations
Her mistakes
Her punishment
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZUEKHA
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
IT SEEMS LIKE IT TOOK SOMETHING AWAY FROM ZULEKHA
Her personality changed
The wild passion and energy turned into disability
Emotional disability was very hard to fathom
She felt that she was not of this world
No one recognised her
No one saw her as she paassed by
No one talked to her
They all said, hello to each other but not to her
"Do they not see me?"
"Do they not hear me?"
"I WAS SINGING A WHILE AGO"
DID THEY NOT HEAR ME?"
No they don't hear me
"No, they don't see me"
'But I see them"
"I hear them"
"I feel them"
BECAUSE YOU HAVE DEVELOPED A DISABILITY...
IT SEEMS LIKE IT TOOK SOMETHING AWAY FROM ZULEKHA
Her personality changed
The wild passion and energy turned into disability
Emotional disability was very hard to fathom
She felt that she was not of this world
No one recognised her
No one saw her as she paassed by
No one talked to her
They all said, hello to each other but not to her
"Do they not see me?"
"Do they not hear me?"
"I WAS SINGING A WHILE AGO"
DID THEY NOT HEAR ME?"
No they don't hear me
"No, they don't see me"
'But I see them"
"I hear them"
"I feel them"
BECAUSE YOU HAVE DEVELOPED A DISABILITY...
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
NIGHTS AND DAYS OF ZULEKHA
Illusion was so strong that zulekha believed it to her core
And it destroyed her because it was not real
It was an illusion...
Just an illusion...
This illusion, she was un-able to touch, unable to hold, catch
or even watch clearly, it was foggy, hidden in the clouds,
It came out to shine for a fraction of a second like the lost,
hidden, repressed ray of the sun dying to sneak out on a snowy night,
but is not allowed.
The snow coming down far too powerful than the shy, oppressed, weak,
struggle ridden rays of dying sun, actually the dead sun.
The sun died a while ago and took the illusion of the dream with it.
Everything then turned into darkness.
Darkness during the day, darkness during the night
and they keep talking about dreams, mostly happy dreams.
Zulekha dreamt during the day
Zulekha dreamt during the night...
Happy dreams?
No idea...
I don't know zulekha...
Illusion was so strong that zulekha believed it to her core
And it destroyed her because it was not real
It was an illusion...
Just an illusion...
This illusion, she was un-able to touch, unable to hold, catch
or even watch clearly, it was foggy, hidden in the clouds,
It came out to shine for a fraction of a second like the lost,
hidden, repressed ray of the sun dying to sneak out on a snowy night,
but is not allowed.
The snow coming down far too powerful than the shy, oppressed, weak,
struggle ridden rays of dying sun, actually the dead sun.
The sun died a while ago and took the illusion of the dream with it.
Everything then turned into darkness.
Darkness during the day, darkness during the night
and they keep talking about dreams, mostly happy dreams.
Zulekha dreamt during the day
Zulekha dreamt during the night...
Happy dreams?
No idea...
I don't know zulekha...
Tuesday, March 20, 2018
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
I have no memory of me
they do
Everydayroom
Brush their teeth
Have a coffee or tea
What do they do after that?
the bath
What time do t
The letter came backthey ae
go to
What do the morning?
What do they do after they
Undelivered
'Address not found"
It said
'Sould I open it?
I said
'It might have some reminder in it"
'A reminder of whtheyat happened?"
'What happened to my memmory?
Every one seems to have a memory
Of who they aret
what do they do
'Do they have coffee or tea in the morning?"
What do they do after they go to the bath room
What do they do after they brush their teeth?'
'What do they do all day?
'Do they have a job?"
'What kind of job do they have?"
'who employed them?"
'How did they get that job?"
'Are they educated?"
'Do they have degrees from IV leagues?"they go out with their boss
'What kind of clothes do they wear when they go to their jobs?"their jobs?"
'Do they go out with their boss?'
'What do tHEY do after they finish /
Is their boss always in a bath rob?"
Or is that an old fashioned boss?"
'Maybe they don't go out with their boss in a bath rob any more
Things have changed
Times have changed
My memory has changed
Its faded...
What do I do all day long?
Do I have tea or coffee in the morning?
What do I do after I brush my teeth?
Oh! I don' brush my teeth
I don't have a job
I don't ever remember having a job
She always have a job
He always have a job
One has to hustle to have a job
When my memory was good, I told her to teach me the hustleou ahve to be clever to learn how to get
that job
And my memory said, "you will never learn, you are a stupid, sentimental
idiot
You have to give blow jobs to yur boss.
Not any more, I said
Not any more
The world has changed
The world has moved on
Even I remember that
I remember
That the world has moved on...
World is like oeople...
People move on...
America is a big country
People move on
And if you don't have their phone number
You will never see tem again
I don't have my parents phone number
I will never see them again
They have moved on....
they don't live in America
They have moved on....
I don't remeber that
Remeber what?
My parents moving on in America
They have moved on
Where to?
No one knows
You don't ahve their phone number
And my letter came back
There was no address...
Came back un-delivered
I wonder what was in it
'Open it and you will find out
I am afraid
I am afraid to open my un-delivered letter
I am afraid to find out what's in it....
I am better this way
I don't want my memmory to
come back...
So stop sending letters
to your memory
It won't be delivered
Maybe thats a good idea
I can keep writing and posting the letters which no one will ever read.
I have no memory of me
they do
Everydayroom
Brush their teeth
Have a coffee or tea
What do they do after that?
the bath
What time do t
The letter came backthey ae
go to
What do the morning?
What do they do after they
Undelivered
'Address not found"
It said
'Sould I open it?
I said
'It might have some reminder in it"
'A reminder of whtheyat happened?"
'What happened to my memmory?
Every one seems to have a memory
Of who they aret
what do they do
'Do they have coffee or tea in the morning?"
What do they do after they go to the bath room
What do they do after they brush their teeth?'
'What do they do all day?
'Do they have a job?"
'What kind of job do they have?"
'who employed them?"
'How did they get that job?"
'Are they educated?"
'Do they have degrees from IV leagues?"they go out with their boss
'What kind of clothes do they wear when they go to their jobs?"their jobs?"
'Do they go out with their boss?'
'What do tHEY do after they finish /
Is their boss always in a bath rob?"
Or is that an old fashioned boss?"
'Maybe they don't go out with their boss in a bath rob any more
Things have changed
Times have changed
My memory has changed
Its faded...
What do I do all day long?
Do I have tea or coffee in the morning?
What do I do after I brush my teeth?
Oh! I don' brush my teeth
I don't have a job
I don't ever remember having a job
She always have a job
He always have a job
One has to hustle to have a job
When my memory was good, I told her to teach me the hustleou ahve to be clever to learn how to get
that job
And my memory said, "you will never learn, you are a stupid, sentimental
idiot
You have to give blow jobs to yur boss.
Not any more, I said
Not any more
The world has changed
The world has moved on
Even I remember that
I remember
That the world has moved on...
World is like oeople...
People move on...
America is a big country
People move on
And if you don't have their phone number
You will never see tem again
I don't have my parents phone number
I will never see them again
They have moved on....
they don't live in America
They have moved on....
I don't remeber that
Remeber what?
My parents moving on in America
They have moved on
Where to?
No one knows
You don't ahve their phone number
And my letter came back
There was no address...
Came back un-delivered
I wonder what was in it
'Open it and you will find out
I am afraid
I am afraid to open my un-delivered letter
I am afraid to find out what's in it....
I am better this way
I don't want my memmory to
come back...
So stop sending letters
to your memory
It won't be delivered
Maybe thats a good idea
I can keep writing and posting the letters which no one will ever read.
Friday, March 9, 2018
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENTTINUESTO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
Is it in Ibsa's favor to worry about or be depressed about
How big is the audience of P and M and S ad J and N and F and Z?
And how its all over now?
No, none at all
No, its not at all in Ibsa's favor
Actually its harming Ibsa
Then?
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Its unfair to Ibsa's talent, her history, her legend, her birth and her grave
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not spent your assets on P and M and N and Z
Or any one else
Concentrate only on Ibsa
Ibsa and Ibsa alone
It takes an enormous energy to think about P and M and N and Z and F and K
Enormous energy to talk about P and M and N and Z and K and F
Spend your talent/your time/your god given gifts on Ibsa and Ibsa alone
Ibsa is not an ordinary person
Ibsa was born in Babylon
Ibsa is the memory of Centuries gone by
Ibsa is your and my memory together
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT....
Is it in Ibsa's favor to worry about or be depressed about
How big is the audience of P and M and S ad J and N and F and Z?
And how its all over now?
No, none at all
No, its not at all in Ibsa's favor
Actually its harming Ibsa
Then?
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Its unfair to Ibsa's talent, her history, her legend, her birth and her grave
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not do it
Do not spent your assets on P and M and N and Z
Or any one else
Concentrate only on Ibsa
Ibsa and Ibsa alone
It takes an enormous energy to think about P and M and N and Z and F and K
Enormous energy to talk about P and M and N and Z and K and F
Spend your talent/your time/your god given gifts on Ibsa and Ibsa alone
Ibsa is not an ordinary person
Ibsa was born in Babylon
Ibsa is the memory of Centuries gone by
Ibsa is your and my memory together
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT....
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT CONTINUES
TO MY MEMORY A LETTER SENT
I didn't write because the ink hasstopped t flow.
I bsa and insa were two sisters
Do you remember them?
All day's negativity
Does it help Ibsa?
No not at all
Then stop it
Stop it
Just stop it
Remember/this morning what you said
"You are your own Ibsa"
Tirelessly and passionately mobilize your energy/your will
Your determination/your talent/your time
To spend on you Ibsa
You have to do for Ibsa what no one else had been able to do
Because you are your own Ibsa...
Ibsa stands for, "In Babylon souls alone"
And Insa stands for, "In NJ souls alone"
The story of two sisters born Centuries apart
In two different parts of the world
I sent a letter to Ibsa today
To my memory a letter sennt....
Isa in NJ is so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone
You can't imagine how alone.....
I didn't write because the ink hasstopped t flow.
I bsa and insa were two sisters
Do you remember them?
All day's negativity
Does it help Ibsa?
No not at all
Then stop it
Stop it
Just stop it
Remember/this morning what you said
"You are your own Ibsa"
Tirelessly and passionately mobilize your energy/your will
Your determination/your talent/your time
To spend on you Ibsa
You have to do for Ibsa what no one else had been able to do
Because you are your own Ibsa...
Ibsa stands for, "In Babylon souls alone"
And Insa stands for, "In NJ souls alone"
The story of two sisters born Centuries apart
In two different parts of the world
I sent a letter to Ibsa today
To my memory a letter sennt....
Isa in NJ is so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone, so alone
You can't imagine how alone.....
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