The cask, time and varied mortality formation. We are humans at the end. What moulds us is the cask, time or the mortality itself.
Why the community, life, generation, or self is just fixed up on hard settled notions, why isn’t the comprehension a possibility? Is mortality and time related are we all given a task or we are just inevitable to be born and die. How are some able to change the cask of time, why do some get changed according to it. Isn’t talent a myth? Is nurture under precincts and/or has a lesser compass? Is the ability the key or is the tamed and worked about enthusiasm the answer?
Will all our dreams to make a mark be scattered because of variation or the nature is secondary?
As my expectations have to be judged by me, whether they have been fulfilled or not,
Other than the momentary life nothing has ever been satisfied.
I don’t cry, as each expectation has received the fullest it could receive,
Wonder if it’s mere compromise.
Though time has played fog of war, as nothing can be remembered from the hazy ambit of the evaporating memory.
I still don’t give up recalling, it is involving, and the whole process of it; as the way it was after
Acid
Fire
The rain and
The Beach.
Seems a bit of possession still exists in the empty safe of good time spent.
Yes it is not been looked up to, but are close and fastidious. Will the norms over lap the desire which is not affecting the others?
In social terms I might be ill, but I know I am content, at least for now. As content as I was, after getting permission for the authorized scribe for the exam. Do we have to leave aside our selfishness here? The one on whose behalf he was had suffered a fracture in his right hand.
Was a victim of love, at least he thought himself to be so.
Innocence drowned him, changed him with time.
The waves of reality gave him a jolt.
He stood awake and vegetative
I some how incomprehend.
“Ask your self do not answer me,
As you is the judge, for the reasons of your misery.
You know it well where life took the turn,
Leaving behind ash of the burn.
And you still go on as the mortality and addiction has not yet gone.
You go on and on.
You don’t cross the drift or the chasm.
As you prefer haze.
Hey boy you prefer haze.”
The consideration which is to be given here is not as deterrent as euthanasia.
Rather is up on the liberal approach towards stability and humanity, so that the environment is created to prove the myth of talent and hail the twine dice role of possibility and development.
The evolving society and changing morality did give scope for wrongs to be considered as right, so did each made up their parameter as we can see the old notions on the start of extinction. But is this much liberty enough to create ambiance for the nature to develop as to give room and the required appreciations for nurture?
Or do we plan to produce more literate and not educated? Do we plan to make fulfillment of dreams wishful? Will it still be difficult for one to dream and achieve.
Is the production ongoing for the unproductive human machines, with constrained ambit?
Will I bring forth the cure or be habituated?
Why have all the mental process turned embroiled and are abstract, why is the explanation compulsory and are subject to bias? Dose humanity believes in symbiosis or is it hypothetical?
The dicta, that the person without expectation is always happy; it seems true in the present context, where the expectation is increasing and the fulfillment diminishing.
“I love life and expect so much from it, though life is fatal.
I love humanity and want it to be humane, but humans are fatal.
I believe in relationships and expect it to get stronger, but relatives are fatal.
I relate to acquaintances and expect friendship, but as friends are fatal.
Is death the only security, I posses?
I expect some, though expectations are fatal.
I need to move on.”
There lies an irony of society, that all those communication which we share happily is basically a kind of non-binding contractual celebration to share sadness.
That’s because, when there is so much unsettled between our conscience and us , where the conscience is so vine that it commands divine authority, a sort of obligation that if not followed the unknown voice from within us, ‘which is mostly suppressed by the mortal us’, we are bound to face mortal consequences. How the socialization did created scope for itself; the results are always dire and mortal.
If the conscience is religion, isn’t religion a key to the achievement? Yes the sanctity of conscience differs from one soul to another.
As I say there is so many different worlds, rather every head a new world. Misery, greed ignorance, persistence, compulsion or faith makes mortals of us all, and teaches us mortality.
We have come and we will go, wonder what are we going to leave behind. And that’s where the fight begins, a fight between the real you and the mortal in you.
The one preferred wins, the defeated is just dormant.
Relax the war is not over after this battle field.
“Ritual by ritual, life begins to drown.
Grave by grave, we are looking for one.
Shelter by shelter, we are looking for a run.
Tears by tears, in front of the gun.
Push by push, we are fighting for bun.
Child by child, starting to believe in fun.
Hours and hours, ogle at the sun.
Road by road looking for the lost son.
The humanity cries behind those four walls.
We all forgot the pleasure of giving,
Give us the keys as we are aiming home.
As we are ready to loose ourselves, to the grave, in front of the gun, under the sun, as a son, but not just for bun or fun.
But to make us one.
Crime by crime we are leading a death.
Death by death humanity has lost its breath”.
Where dose all these argument leads us, dose it endow with the solution? Is habitation the only threat to humanity and environment? Are hale with leading ability to guide surpassing or endangered, what made the literature die? Ironically leaders are extinct species.
The word beauty in itself looks ugly, if written in awful hand writing. But a whole sentence may look beautiful even in the same handwriting.
This gives inspiration to be something and not just to project or to do the propaganda; trying my way out to the former part of the sentence, I encountered haze so many times.
The path is still vivid for me, but not the destination, and so we follow what we see.
“I call you to pray, for the prey.
Let there reach the vine ray.
Content and discontent are twin dice role, for the cause of advantage and disadvantage.
Harmony and peace are like water,
This changes form as in accordance with, Circumstance and surrounding.
Hell, there are very few, who care for honor, then that of advantage.
And there are just a hand full, who want to earn people, then that of money.
We all are settled in isolation, with in the community.
As I call you to pray.
A prayer not of, or for a religion.
A prayer not for threat or in apprehension to any.
A prayer not for the god if any.
But a prayer to your inner soul.
A prayer to your immortality, that’s your name, you soul.
I call you to pray to humanity.
As I pray to be human”
What really worries me is the question that, am I the only one, isn’t there others worried about right and wrong, humanity and barbarism, living and life?
And if its paranoia, why isn’t reality evident?
The concept of joint family is vanishing, as the pious basis is subjected to perversion, As the monetary advantages are often grabbed by the monetary heads, as they say “all power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely”, ugly family politics filled up the gap in between the members there, Hypocrisy is often evident, the olds and the children are ignored, the retired are subject to torture, ugly separation is the outcome, nuclear family is expected, but it has problems of its own. The livelihood, commitments at work, over ambitiousness, lack of time, slippery money and the hunt for it, small satisfactions lead it to the horrible reality, and the victims are always the immature, all this leaves a very dark impact up on the ones to be guided, as they are often left unguided.
The main reason of this plethora of embroiled mental processes, entangling me after every simplification or which I consider to have been simplified, is the fear of perversion.
I believe prevention is better than cure, but even if you are prepared you realize you have prepared infected and cureless. It’s like you suffering a stroke, but you can’t reach the medicine as you are fastened far away or just out of its reach. Ironic but we create such an atmosphere for others, knowingly or unknowingly as money is taking over love, relations loosening it to materialism, kindness is long old gone, we cant even dream about forgiveness, humanity is losing it all to the economy. Where exactly are we heading?
Well as we all seek liberation to sought liberty, what if this leads to an untamed result.
Where dose the equilibrium lie, what is its quantum, who is the authority?
“Habit of habitable is habitation.
And are habitual habituate of hacking the trees.
And for sure there is no vine with halo to plant them back.
And which mortal is hale enough to halt this hiss of economy.
Save thy world.
Demon from limbo, from behind the highest mount.
Where once shaved head monks chanted in Pali.
And as were now seduced by the groan of the polluting dragon.
Who excretes the highest amount of bulk drug and wore a lot plastic.
Trying to rise from isolation of abstract, first victim would be the lady mother land.
Save thy world.
A war of new kind, where battle field is every computer to stock exchange.
Weapons are like plastic ‘an exception to mortality’ the one that accumulates the most looses.
Save thy world.
Diminishing morality, and increasing monetary appetite.
A mother on hunt of their kids, brotherhood is removed from dictionary.
Blood and wine makes no difference, day relates humans with vampires.
Institution as that of marriage is down market.
Independence is ready to pay and take any cost.
Kids are born orphans, we left them for living.
Regardless of our understanding, what life is.
Save thy world.”
Camouflaged feeling, is always for your own promote, irrespective of it hindering the rightful, individual do not care for other’s detriment when it is for their benefit.
We relish the dead, are we humans or scavengers? Why is the humanity metamorphosing into ashes, a walking lot of dust? Erosion with every blow it takes. The barbarism we took up is even more horrifying then the wildest of the wilds.
We have started to dig our life in the sand of death. The fire we light to cook our meal has the human fossil. Knowledge and ignorance is condemning.
The sea of life and the boat of humanity have rocked, jolt the whole existence.
Wonder if the creator ever imagined it, when will this high tide calm?
“Mercantile production and the diminishing need.
As an addition, the rising greed.
We are all together as a whole new breed.
A market, which is cut throat.
Humans, who are still on road.
Though political mansions are still so broad.
Though, we humans are adopting pigeon hole as abode.
The mob which is being attacked is the mercantile mob.
Prevention and cure, but we still commit wrong.
Creates apprehension that this age will not last long.
Corruption the imp, is elevating and being paid strong.
Industries buying out laws and are twisting the norms.
We are left up on their mercy, are we worms?
The mob which is being attacked is the mercantile mob.
Family and life come secondary,
Urge is fulfilled through secretary.
Money is splurged to suppress dignity.
Will thinkers be born till infinity?
The mob which is being attacked is the mercantile mob.
They are termed mob as the result of self destruction.
They are those, who forgot their own for other’s construction.
They say it’s a race, they are stagnant, and where is the obstruction?
The mob which is being attacked is the mercantile mob.
The ambits are constrained.
Energy is drained.
They are mechanical.
They are trained.
Working as animals.
They are all reined.
The mob which is being attacked is the mercantile mob.”
Our living has become so much assorted, some toil the entire night to sleep some hours of soothe under a roof which they can call their own, and provide a shelter for their loved once, though months pass by before they can have a few days of fresh family, the head’s life has become a mere investment for the sustainability for the rest of them. And for those who run the whole day long loose it all to the mighty sun, before they can enter their adobe with a pleasant smile. Though their life is still standing sluggish from where they left it last weekend, and the span this weekend is just a few hours.
Taciturn, unbeatable reality behind it all is hunger which can make transience so breathing that individuals appears creeping into crypt every moment, I can not demark what exactly is going off beam; but something is surly so.
Parents are busy earning living for them self and for their mimic, and are not there to tame their juvenile turning in conflict with law, as they have been termed as juvenile in need for care and protection just as they are born; and not the juvenile, who are cared and protected.
Anxiety is undauntedly celebrated in the media office as a great new material story to vend. Real life is made in to a visual package as reality show and sold so very high, weirdly they get buyer and the volunteers to digest and produce the gibberish. To be honest society has always relished others misery as a diet for amusement, but something hilarious evident here is that, they all are being watched by others and as they all are spectators. Placid subject and the dire economy bestowed desire if we could rewind our advancement to the age before words and language; based up on instinct. Alas the very idea of it is so delightful.
“Welcome to my family
We live here amicably
Any why not, as we hardly see each other physically.
Oh! Yes, I do miss it at times,
Oh! Yes, there is no check on my kinder crimes,
Oh! Yes our morning is so hectic; there is not time for hymn,
Oh! My mama is too involved with work, to narrate me some rhymes.
Slowly my untamed behavior, become derogatory,
The words like, Placid were removed from my dictionary.
Some suggested my breeders, to get me a help from advisory.
And some even went down to the dictum, my isolation is compulsory.
I developed a notion, and felt it deep down socialization is nonsense, not necessary.
Isolation, solitude is what I started to prefer,
Didn’t know where I was heading,
Didn’t know where was I destined,
Wrong friends seemed interesting.
I hated rules.
Schools were for fools.
Wrong addictions, wrong deeds, wrong act, and wrong tact’
It all and so much more to conclude with, got me detract.
Ailing psychology, crimes, drugs, nuisance pulled me towards, and I was dragged.
Harlot, tart, Neurotic, recidivist, criminal etc were us, and the police started to track.
The consequence of it, we were always on a scurry and veil, and often to rus in urbe; we ended up with crack, addiction, urge and the fetch, made me commit more, steel from home and around, snatch on road, intoxicated affray, grievances on arise with in, no guidance till date, my protectors were busy and I had drifted so far,
And one fine day the bullet shot!
Circumstance was compelling, the debt and the recovery, had to kill to survive.
Here I am in a penitentiary; here I seek help, now I seek protection under the axiom,
They say there is scope, as the hypothesis in practice today is reformatory,
After all these hideous living and exposure, trial and hope, attorney and lax guidance,
Did you know I am still a juvenile?
Did you know I am still a juvenile?”
Innocence is somewhat departing from the adolescent, which is because of their early exposure to the real world. This turns them rational but not perfected. They perceive the reality so casually but their deeds turn out deterrent. Hope the crime dose not start from the womb.
We are still borrowing from different bags; all I beg is for the motive of humanity. As it is evident that the humanity is driving its life car, on the highway, connecting utero to its death land. Humanity and humans are fighting for cause called life and living respectively.
It materializes as if, we all rise from a grave called womb to a death called life, and than get born vile or vile through access of different kind, the “Samadhi” or the grave to the “Chitta” or the fire. I feel so sad about this dictum of mine.
I may be wrong or as I stated previously ‘paranoid’. But as we may aim the single dot, though the optical angle may differ. Or as they say eyes are two and the sights are several. And if I am merely paranoid, why are we settled with in isolation within the community? Or why most of our gathering turns into a rabble, why do we always need someone to show us the path?
We are eyed blind. I have a fear that this whirlpool will suck us shallow, or reflect us to a stream even more sentencing. There is no end to greed, but sacrifice surly dose have an end. Once the leaders were looked up as icon of sacrifice, and not are tabooed emblem of greed.
They society has a threatening future. Spirituality is retailed, spiritual guru are rich and lavish, commercial advertisements selling gods, they way to live, mantra, hymn are chanted, prayers for you are done online. The mockery is that the essence is vanishing in between soul and these routes. Moksha is not attained but sold. Spirituality is an industry now. Wonder Gods will come forward as brand ambassadors?
As far as I consider spirituality is to be pondered in your own very way. And as far as this taught spirituality is concerned, is a mockery. It’s like we are the herd of sheep being driven away to gape at green colour and we are told that’s what greenery is.Sarcasm is that crime is done by they way we personally want to do, it is untamed, unwired. And to do well we need assistance, and it is embanked, yes to commit crime assistance is taken as well, but it’s only after the preparation, or in furnishing the common desire. Where as in spirituality as what is evident, one has attains it and show’s others the path, up on some consideration may be monetary or not, but material for sure. God is sold here now. We are all the takers, and we will all sell it if it’s valued for us.
“She sang several songs, but never ode a single line out of it to me.She wrote several lines but mine was left of the self.She loved several love could never find mine,The most prevalent of all.
Our life gave us misery.Which I believe is acquired.And I believe our life will install us to a positing of understanding.
The expectation is that we comprehend it and mend it.As we see wrong is for what, our leaders say trend it.We being compelled and said misery, rent it.Life is what I sought, gain it.
Religion is bliss.Solitude is bane.As we see being like a mime, is pain.And what do we really gain?
Material at end every mortal is.Pervert every seer had become.And perverted we have all become.May be a bit less, on the limitation,But yes we are accelerating, and gaining perversion.”
Since the time of ‘state of nature’ we have learned to give in few of our right and power to be protected by the stronger one. In other words we have been submissive to be guided. And it has most of the time led to tyranny, oligarchy or whatever name we may give it. The different structure of government has proven to be impotent, several governments have been termed fiend. But one thing has remained constant, that is the suffering citizens.
The structure we created to be guided has shown its darker side in the most glazing manner, the leaders we chose to represent have chosen to sleep over our gains and right.We have never stood together to fight for our needs as just one. We are so much divided on lines of religion, cast, creed, economic, status, and in between mother and child.
“Good bye the kings andGood bye the queens.
I am shadow of your end my name is democracy.
I have no supremacy in mortality.I have perpetual succession.I have no hands or legs.But I rule through others. The three slaves namely legislature, judiciary and executive.Who have enslaved me!
And the youth are burning.
I am not tyrant but,Yes incapable for sure.
I have lived up on my subjects.Made misery out of all.
So don’t you have my fear?As I have my own fear.
I am democracy,And I say my dear.
Eat the people, kill the people and for the people.
I have an expensive son call election.My slaves are corrupt.And I don’t have hands,To pick them off,or legs to kick them out.I am just tacit, not present.
And the youth are burning.
And it is all rubbish, our children are learning.I am confused though, I had promised a good life. But as you see I am a victim of a blast.No hand and no legs at last.
I can not make love to my unfaithful wife called politics.Who just trembles me to keep me alive. She has run from one bed to another.Sleeping with every enemy I fear. And I can not even divorce her,As she is fastened and addictive.
I have a mouth to speak.But irony is, that I am kept is a closed room.So that nobody can hear. You should have my fear, as I have my fear.
My wife has fooled my crying child ‘election’With a toy called vote.This is of no good. And the youth are burning.
As my slaves were my pillars.Who have piled up on me.
I have a friend called law.Who is loyal but blind.
And its blessed child, called constitution.Who is so very naïve.
I am democracy.
When ever my son election in agony, Comes to aid me, is raped by a seductress, called crime. As those who dominates my son rules me.
I am democracy and the youth are burning.
Plato’s sought ‘Republica’,I am its duplica.
I am democracy.I am burning.”
What we are not able to understand here, is that in this world of corporation where the industries are getting together exploiting the consumers negatively, we are dividing ourselves into singular heads. We are deemed doomed.
The battle of the exploiting and the exploited will have a sad end for the first time. The dream if any of “run of the mill” kinds to lead and become the entrepreneur is surly going to become wishful, the infrastructure well be diagramed but restricted, or curtailed by those bigger players in the financial system.
On top of it the essence of socialism is out to diminish as the society will be unprotected, we can not count upon the legislatures as they will be comfortable with the aid rendered to them in their campaigns, which we ordinary citizens can not afford. The franchise and the votes will become meaning less. The highly skilled lawyers will be pocketed by them; the poor attorney’s would not be able to afford the tome, digests or books. Education will become and is an industry and university will have their “brand name”, poor will not be able to afford education. There will be only two classes “will always haves and will never haves”
Laws like patent will be the key to guard the infrastructures and their experiments, and free lance will always lag and loose the race. The pledge of the sovereign to be a welfare one will be amended as “welfare for the haves”.
The vile of the industrial revolution will disguise it self and will advent as the corporate revolution. It will be the hard luck for the era, that by then the intellectual ability to understand the forthcoming wrong or the one prevalent will be syringed, and the greenery of money will always cover the psychological ambit. We will be engrossed with created need, and superfluous attractions like lifestyle, and the thought process, will only be termed as need process, other problems will be beyond our ability to comprehend. The old philosophical aphorism “simple living and high thinking” will turn pale as the faded hymn and will be made unpopular. Greed will show inflation. The mortality will be very corporeal. The dignity will be lost somewhere in between the apartments and the office cabin.
Welcome to the concrete jungle, where the predators like corporations, M.N.C. and their retailed outlets will be always on hunt, the apprehension is that the shelters will also not be safe as the predators can snipe, and unveil you any time.
Plummeting, tumbling simplicity and the complex natured consumerism, the law of diminishing marginal utility appears to be fading away. The fact is that, this state of affairs is created, so as to curtail the ambit of our energy and intellectual capability so that these caucused exploiters remain prevalent, and flourish on other’s cost. But again as change is undefeatable reality, and as some get changed according to the cask of time, and as some change the cask, the unwell being at least for them who will get effected due to the aforesaid inability. The disguised junta in the name of liberalization whereby the majority of the lot still exists ignored about the reasons of their own existence. Tyranny in the name of corporation where again the majority of the lot are just means for a handful’s development, militia is bound to and is rising to out throw this “impotent” or shall I call it the “kept” corporate republic, where it is “ by the lot, of the lot and for the handful”.
Irony that comprehension is beyond preoccupied “Cosmo mortality”, irony as again the leaders are extinct species, irony there is no god that divine to help. We all live in a closed pit, thrown away.
Sheer frustration leads to repulsion and the emotional, romantic rhyme, carves way out for the lines as follows.
“The fiery cross sent to the highlanders, shall we dip the constitution in blood and summon these parliamentarians?
A rage, a war, revolt or revolution, let the cross to bear be as that of “Guy Fowkes” and shall we all plan a gun powder plot.The ridicule of “Republica” the perverted seers of liberty and representation franchise, who are all maintaining a “house of Savoy” for themselves.
Hands and hell allowed to you, a picture perfect despotic end. Reasons and the cite, but don’t give me more than I can stand.Jaded, jaded! My nation is at end.
Are we serfs, do we have to stand a “Bread riot”. Why are we compelled to develop a militia, isn’t it better to utilize the scutage there? And why not, when every enactment is turning into “south sea bubble” and the welfare state has implied economical massacre in package. As the statesmen are the exploiting industrialists.
All the propaganda and hype about shining and a power to reckon with, dose to carry in the major lot with its benefits. An apprehension thy power corridor shall have, that this reign of terror, will be the dusk before the revolution. Will the bloody Sabbath ignite the precarious forethought?
Hands and hell allowed to you, a picture perfect despotic end. Reasons and the cite, but don’t give me more than I can stand.Jaded, jaded! My nation is at end.
Will it lead to the rage of the crack of doom, because insignia lies in this epidemic of poxed misery? Will the parliament, nation, different philosophy reach a “Black Death”, is it the advent of State of Nature” in the name of neo modernization, and a” Merciless Parliament” vote by the ignored once, as they are in majority.
Thy sought, “Coup D ‘etat. Despotism is becoming unbearable. Adult Suffrage turned useless as all elected pushing corruption as devolution. Will it lead to “Closure” done as the room for action?
Autarchy, the democracy, we did not know it was concealed tyranny. Discrimination on the basis of cast, in the form of reservation, to obstruct harmony. All done for some overtpolitical hegemony.
Hands and hell allowed to you, a picture perfect despotic end. Reasons and the cite, but don’t give me more than I can stand.Jaded, jaded! My nation is at end.
Erupting frustration and the tranquil government, do we understand its sheer destruction.The youth being prepared unproductive, the self esteem is disintegrating. Who will trample the impotent, myopic cabinet? As the disdain youth are now dieing addicts.
Enough of filibustering!
Enough of filibustering!
Come on disenfranchise us. As we see the use of it. We know the future is uncertain, but it’s for sure an attempt to overcome this complication. It’s just a division.
How long will this oligarchy continue.
We ask for plebiscite as the issue is you.
We are ready to recall, with referendum in view.
Hands and hell allowed to you, a picture perfect despotic end. Reasons and the cite, but don’t give me more than I can stand.
Jaded, jaded! My nation is at end.”
As any individual act of mine may affect others, it may also affect your own behavior, actions and understanding of things around you. Leading by rules is difficult to follow but makes you socially accepted. On the other hand rules make you curb your own freedom and liberty but I believe that was the genesis of state evolving from “state of nature”. If expression of an individual’s feeling, forethought or understand and believe has seen a change from generation to generation; so has the individuals seen change in themselves and people around them. Is change inevitable?
A mutation from police state to welfare form of governance is attractive and decorative but has the theory sufficed its rational? What we see present today is a bigger mass not been able extract the benefit and a handful enjoying the gift of the mutation. I may take the liberty of calling it usurpation based up on ability, individuals’ capability to foresee and move ahead while others who are handicapped due to their nature lagging behind and watch a few become haves. The word welfare losses it’s essence due to difference in nature and nurture, grooming and availability. So much so even nature has made us different, then is uniformity justified. What is the remedy of pure equality?
Some lacked not as they had the chance but could not achieve or perform enough to avail it but because of history of non-availability and consequences thereof.
“State, my nation, the promise to subjects like me.
Fulfillment for some, before I was staged to perform.
Relate to my reality, comprehension would be incapability.
The tenure of status, my dwelling and surround, my needs and your want,
Yet again the period of continuance, may show your position from the mass.
Yet again I do not advocate a snatch; yet again I do not demand those laws.
All I expect is your expedition down to my dire ally, to my one room life and you to feel: how I feel.
An honest understanding by you,will change things a few; if you be true.
May it avail me or may it not, what I don’t have.
All I desire is just sincere tears upon my feeling, felt by the eyes of the haves.”
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