“Beauty awakens the soul to act” - Dante
Are we not just the autumnal offspring
       Of some grander
                     Cosmological consciousness,
A mycelium of the universe
                 That carries all known,
  Everything always been, always be.
         Springing forth, we stand,
      In the far-side corner
           Of some milky galaxy, where we realise,  
                    St. Augustine’s two cities..
   Did he not fathom the transformation
        That time of true chaos,
            Towards a grander insight
         What’s commonly known as ‘divine’,
     The ethical issues that reach
                                    For something bigger,
Just like the step from material
                                     To the organic,
A dialectics of nature in eternal transformation
  Oh boy, how far have we traveled
                           To make this sweet caress?
How far can we go, as we explore the limits
                                         Of the physical world?

The day I saw the bread fall upon the sand,
Stained with fright the waves washed away
Again it fell flowing from the severed hand,
Then came the tide, and took the pain away
“Come again” said he,
                                 “what else can you say?”
As mortals turn to martyrs, memorise
            What it is that leads forth decay?
You cannot erase the spirit rising victors price
“Not so?” Quoth whom? “Let it be your demise
To rest in dust, and die in fame”
What is a verse in weight of blood, arise
“If I must die” remember his glorious name
Where whenas death  
                                 shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.

The wilderness tightens, so does it feel
              As our surroundings
                              become more and more alien
    Before you know it,
           you’ve turned into a fragile homunculus
                 But is this little creature in a jar,
             In many ways
        not just an allegory of the western man,
  Never truly having felt, living inside a matrix
So alien from the real world, real struggle,
Only self-pity, broken dreams and jealousy,
   This curse eats away the soul, does it not?
The people of the grave,
   desperate for a second of attention,
All for sale, is this not
      what makes real organising impossible?
“Knowledge must be paired with deeds”
So says Al-Ghazali, “Young man, if knowledge alone was sufficient for you and you did not need work besides, then his summons?”
When will we wake up to reality,
Finally grasp that a real world awaits,
A world where we have a voice
Where we too will feel human,
So we can start treating others as such…
Finally!

What happened to Biruni?  
Sitting solemnly, clutching his globe..
                Who knows.. knows.
Flabbergasted at the weight of the bowl,
.. little did he know, the seeping sound
                             would make it all go away.
They were destroyed,
so that some other could claim the honour..

Ashen AI skies of nano dust
     Came crawling early morn’
Gave in, as solid follies blocked the waves
    Then it came forth,
        A lullaby for the uncertain,
   That pulled all that was left into its net,
There we float,
On canisters made of tepid drool…