Sunday, September 6, 2009

INTO THE SAME FEELING LEFT BEHIND

Was it left behind?
What?
The feeling

Don't know
Keep coming back

Maybe its a good thing
Don't shun what comes to you

Especially a ,"Feeling."
Its a good thing, a thing called,"Feeling."

It will be helpful one day
To remember what might have been lost

The birds on the highway
The birds on the shore

The swans dancing on the shining surfaces
 of the lakes in Copenhagen.

There are birds in Copenhagen?
Some drifted up there

It's cold there
The birds went to the colder climates

Why?

Ask them

Why?

There was too much heat

Where?

Where ever they were born

Born?

Yes

The birds were born?

Every living breathing is born

And?

And what?

What will happen to them?

They will die like all other living and breathing things
They have a life in them and the life goes out

Like a candle light?
Like a candle light...

Monday, August 31, 2009

NO TALKING, NO LISTENING.

Accomplish something without talking
No talking
Never talking

Why talking ?
Not part of accomplishment

Listening?
Listening important
To your instinct

Yours and yours alone
Don't waver from the task at hand
Don't talk about it

To not talk
Is to be alone

Be alone
Before the task

Be quiet before the task
Concentrate

Talk to no one
be with no one

After?

Yes, if need be
Yes, but there is no need

Only strangers

Exchange a few words
Then go home

The word, "Home" is a problem

Exchange a few words and than go 
where ever you sleep
The place where your bed is, is your,"home"

The bed? my bed? not my bed

Ok, which ever bed you sleep in
Where-ever that bed is, is your,"home"

That is not my bed, that is not my home

Ok, a few words with strangers 
and go back where some one's bed is
The bed the one you sleep in

A few words with strangers
 and go back where-ever that ,"Home" is

The home where the bed is
The bed in which you sleep

Clear?

Clear

Ok, then...
No talking and no listening for you

You need to accomplish things alone
That is in case you do want to accomplish anything

Otherwise you can talk and listen to any one
And waste away like always

To make a new life for yourself you have to be alone
No people for you

You have failed people and people have failed you
No people before the task
No people after the task
No people, I said

A few words of." hi, hi, hi, hi,"
how are you?" Is enough
No anguish is to be discussed

The people are tigers 
and your anguish is the feed .
They need to eat you up alive
Blood and flesh and bones and all

You will bleed to death
 to open up to people

Don't bleed to death here
Not your country
Not your people

You flew away
The nest is empty
The nest is barren
The nest is lost
Gone...Gone...

Came too far
The flight to the un-known exotic places was ok...
But there was no exotic place except your own nest
The nest you left behind
You should have turned around and flown back

Back?
The journey was meant to be forward

But there was no forward in that journey
The forward roads were all blocked

The road blocks
Ever heard of it?

But I wasn't on the road
I was up in the sky
There were sky blocks

Never heard of it
The sky blocked

Then why couldn't you move forward?

Trouble with the wings

Wings?

Wings broken

When did you notice?

On the top of the river Indus

You crossed the Caspian sea?

Yes, unharmed

Then?

Then the wings broke

What happened to the other birds, your companions?

I don't know

You don't know

No

I thought you left together

We did

Than what happened?

Scattered away, drifted apart

Didn't you contact them?

Lost the song

Lost the song? 

What are you without the song? 
Arn't you a singing bird?

I was. I lost the song and the wings

You should have never left

Should have never left
Should have never left

Now be quiet and stay alone
Your companions are all gone
 a different direction

Don't talk to any other people
They are not your companions
Just chirp a bit, a formal little chirp 
with a total starnger and go home

I lost my home...
The wings, the song and the home...

You lost everything
Can't you sing at all?

No

Not even a sad song? 
A sad lament?

I sing without a sound
I sing the lament all night...
All day I look for my song, 
the original song
The song i lost...


Friday, August 28, 2009

NO NO NO NONONOOOOOOOOOO

No long metaphorical monologues
No long conversations
No spending moments
No sparing moments
No waiting
No,no waiting
NONONONONONOOOOOOOOO

For no body
No
No waiting
No trusting
No intimacy
No openness

keep thoughts to self
Keep ideas to self
Keep hurt to self
Keep everything to self
Keep time to self

No more trusting any body
No trust
No
NONONONONOOOOOOOOOO

Stay away from the monster
Monster will destroy you
Don't whisper thoughts,
 secrets,
 love,
 affection,
 Ideas
 plans to the monster

Monster will destroy you
No monster consultant
No monster helper
No monster friend
No
No friend
NO
NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Don't be sad
Be busy
With your self
Let self occupy you and your time
Treat self nice
Take  your self to the cinema
Take self to the theater
Take self on a holiday
Take self to the beach
Take your self walking
Talk to your self
Walk with  your self
Laugh with your self

No more talking to no body
No more melancholy monologue of despair

No more melancholy monologues 
to your uncles and aunts 
and brothers and sisters 
and mother and father 
You see them around?

No

So who are you writing  to? 
these un-ending monologues about discrimination 
and injustice 
and hurt 
and unfairness 
and other awful feelings?

Who are you writing to if your loved ones do not exist?
Who are you writing to or pouring your heart out to?

No one is here,
No one exists,
 no one is listening to what you are saying
Who are you saying for?
Who are you writing to?

No one is here
No, no one
No
NONONONONOOOOOOOOOOOOO
GET OUT

Get out of all the,
 unbelievable truths
At once

How do you know that its not the truth though?

The feeling...Just go for the feeling,
 the gut feeling
yes, that's it

The gut sends you a message
And that is the truth you are seeking
There is no other truth
No other process of knowing

Do what your heart tells you
Don't do anything 
with the slightest possible doubt
That is your guide

You are alone?

Yes

You have no consultant?

Not a real consultant...

Some time, something tells you to do things

Yes

Listen to that,"Something."

Something tells you not to do something?

Yes

Listen to that,"Something."

That,"Something." 
is your true friend, 
your mother, 
your father,
 your sister,
 your brother,

That,"something" is your consultant,
 your adviser,
 your lawyer, 
your therapist.

If you need to do something?
Ask your adviser,
 lawyer,
 therapist,
 consultant,
 partner,
 sweetheart,
 friend, 
sister,
 lover, 
husband,
 wife...

You have so much to be thankful for
You have so much support
You have so much help
People love you
Your gut feeling is your people

Your gut feeling is always there
Guiding you, advising you,
 trying to tell you something...
Listen to it
Listen to the warnings...

Get out of the circle of all other advisers.
Fire them today
All of them
All of them
You have your gut feelings
That's a gift
You are blessed.
Be grateful

Monday, August 24, 2009

SONGS OF THE MOTHER
SONGS OF THE FATHER

Mother sang when her children,(birds left her)
Father sang when his children,(birds left him)

They all sang songs for the rest of their lives from distant places 
because now the oceans were between them,
 the sea was between them,
 the red sea and the Indian Ocean
 and the Caspian sea...

The birds flew and separated themselves from pure and eternal love
 In search of love 
And could never see their loved ones again
 Because they got lost on the way, 
They struggled,
 They survived,
 They got wounded,
 They got exhausted,
 They lost their way,
 They never united again...
The birds wanted to fly back 
But their wings were now broken 
And their mother and father lied down and cried,
 lied down and died,

Saturday, August 22, 2009

ONCE UPON A TIME

Once upon a time a poet was seen 
wandering around a heath
He had nothing but a note book and a pencil in his hand
There was no one else there but him.
No sound, no noise, no whisper...

He walked Contemplating philosophical thoughts of mortality,
 Birth,
 Nothingness,
 Cunning,
 The meaning of things
, Nothingness again,
 Death.

Than all of a sudden,
 appeared a flock of colorful birds chirping,
 chirping...
Flying and chirping
Singing ghazals, melodious ancient songs.
Though he didn't speak their language
 He was fascinated by the birds
 And understood their songs

He quickly in a furious and ferocious hurry
 Started to jot down their songs in the note book
Fearing they will fly away 
As fast and as suddenly as they came...

These are the lyrics the birds sang 
 Fom the dead poet's notebook.
SAVE FACE

So much cunningness goes into,
How to save face?
Then with great calculation and effort they save face
And are so happy that no one got what they were implying
And they got away by insulting some,
 By hurting some, 
By being evil
By being amoral,
 By being brutal, 
By being racists....

They smile over a glass of wine after the conference
They are thrilled that their schemes and cunningness worked...
But it didn't work actually
They will go home and see their faces in the mirror everyday.
They couldn't save their faces from themselves

And that is the reward of the one discriminated against.
It's a crime to hurt an innocent person
The crime shows itself on the face when seen through the mirror...
They have to look at themselves for the rest of their lives.
Revenge has been taken...

How far ahead are you going to go with your arrogance ?
Not far honey, not very far...
Only as far as your face
How far are you going to go with your cunningness ?
Not far sweetheart, not very far
Only as far as your face

Cunningness and amorality doesn't travel far...
It's on your face...
Who are you saving your face from ?