#rationality
These are the passages
of eternity
A translation beyond
right versus wrong
The questions of life
bear no relief
nor answer
While the raging heart
beats on...
Inherit the burden
of forgiveness
Your belonging
has tied your hands
Join your heart
to the universe
Heed the true call
of human.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC
Rationality
Consistency
Integrity through time
We hold these up as ideals
Self-evident
As good
Right
Correct
While the messy inconsistency
Irrationality
Splintering of integrity
Of our common humanity
Is bad
Wrong
Meant to be overcome and
overturned
Seems straightforward
Some may acknowledge the
Unattainability
But not question
the correctness
Of the goal
And yet...
If I were to achieve perfect consistency
Through past, present and future
Wouldn’t that also mean
I stop learning
Stop evolving
Stop changing
Perhaps the
inconsistency
irrationality
We all feel in ourselves
from others
Is just a snapshot
Of our continual state of change
The evolutionary process
unfolding
in real time
I sometimes wonder
if humanity’s greatest strength is the ability
To hold
To embody
Conflicting ideas
With equal conviction
Of course
Lack of awareness of the inconsistency
of our ideas and actions can be frustrating
Infuriating
In ourselves
In others
Potentially dangerous
Especially in our leaders
But perhaps cognitive dissonance
Is not a malady to cure
Or a failing of our nature
that we must fight a losing battle to overcome
But an opportunity
To decide:
How will I change next?
Apr 28, 2023
Apr 28, 2023 at 1:05 PM UTC
A crushed Shah Jahan said:
When you behold the memorial,
a sight so masterly, yet sorrowful;
you will inevitably admit
an aching little bisecting wish
that adorns your yearning lips....
parched,
barren,
effete......
And from the world's lid,
the luminaries too
would sob and drip.
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He could well have been talking
about my beloved's words ;
......so utterly breathtaking
that a sigh poignantly quivers
in my dithering being.
Her words meander.
It is no wonder:
for all of us saunter
in thought and speech
one time or the other.
At times her words are poised and easy.....,
wonderfully jolly, sensationally starry:
They shimmer like the four minarets (1)
on the full moon night;
....brilliant......resplendent.
Then they taper from the dome
and stop halfway between the tomb
and the solemn reflecting pool:
They are calmer, sober,
and you know,
a little factual;
...what they call discriminating
intellectual, rational......
Soon the words leave charbagh (2)
and hit the red sandstone walls (3)
crenellated with flawless wisdom;
spotlessly beautiful
like the lifeless marble
that proudly commemorates
Mr. Shah Jahan's love
in grim, cold blooded grace.
We talk about
riders and scruples,
kith and kin,
restraints and constraints,
fidelity and modesty.......
....and I can not help
but to sadly agree
to the placid logic
in our impeccable scripts.
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Logic is a wonderful remedy
for the radical and foolhardy
but for every cure,
there is a spin-off.
Deep somewhere,
a delicate,
two-cent sentiment
collapses into atrophy
and.......silently
another part of me
becomes a
meek monument
of disposable history.
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(1) The four minarets of the Taj Mahal
(2) The garden that starts from the end of the main gateway and ends near the squared base of the mausoleum is an integral part of the Taj Mahal structure.
(3) The building material used is brick-in-lime mortar veneered with red sandstone and marble and inlay work of precious/semi precious stones. The mosque and the guest house in the Taj Mahal complex are built of red sandstone in contrast to the marble tomb in the center.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
I cry blood-soaked tears,
My soul writhes in agony,
As my arms touch you.
I am merely a human,
A spectrum of emotion.
To whom shall I owe-
My own rationality?
My experience?
To feel and even not feel,
I own my conscience, my name.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
She told herself, "Irrationality does no harm."
Emotions have intelligence in their own ways.
Binaries can be a place where stupidity lies.
Being sad, is neither good or bad.
Allowing herself to cry is a way of freedom.
And when the North winds blow-
Cold enough to freeze happiness in iced capsules-
She shall surrender.
Let her burn her bones and neurons
In the hearth of her own heart.
And the shards, wounding with mad thoughts.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Flickering lights
Scrolling past image after image
Of loss, suffering
While i lay back on my bed
My life is mirage of the chaos outside
Papers strewn about my desk
An internal struggle for innovation
Ignorant of what lays beyond the cold, glass windows
A hand cast over my eyes
Shielding them from what is too painful to see
As the numbness washes over me
i stare at the ceiling
Stressing over what to do with my life
No purpose, no hope
A feeling of uselessness
Maybe i should just die
A self-centered voice cries out
No one would care
No one would notice
but what would happen?
i question
is it really better--
to live without a hint of the future to come
or to die knowing the outcome?
the idea flew away
gone away like the rain
Yet the blinds remain closed
To the outside world
Only the strobe effect of artificial lights fill the room
Shut into a enclosed space
Where only i stay
Poring over words
Their beauty
Their pain
Once, we were unable to look at a violent image
Without regurgitating
Now i can see something like that and compartmentalize it
Trap it in a box, never to be seen again
No more tears fall from my once-swollen lids
As i’ve moved on from the emotional
Towards an unforeseeable future
Dehumanized
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Jesus didn’t have no acid
But someone must have been tripping
When they talked about his walk across lake placid
I may not be able to rise from the dead
But I will use my head
And every type of fungus I am fed
To be a warrior for peace
Powered by the energy of psychedelic release
To fight violence with loving silence
To end hate by helping people meditate
To spread rationality, a logical morality
To people of every nationality
So we can peacefully share the same piece of reality
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
A man, who never believed in Gods,
Refused to acknowledge the supremacy of the imperialist British Lords,
Challenged imperialist world empire with stubbornness,
Wished to build a peaceful superpower country, with farsightedness.
Through his reading, kept himself on evolution,
Sowed in the hearts of Indian youth, the seeds of revolution,
Raising and threatening administrative tones,
Stood fearful and could only break his bones.
From, soviet World misunderstood,
Revolution a product of blood & bullet,
He approached and transformed revolution,
A product of inspiring pen and booklet.
Never limited himself to fight for boundaries of administrative right,
Expanded himself in the jail to throw away human plight,
Fought a death-nearing battle to regain the human right,
To finally set all things for his jail mates completely right.
Pen is mightier than sword,
His life bore testimony to prove that record,
When others attempted for freedom movement to nurture,
He dreamt and worked for building his country a beautiful future.
Born an ordinary Sikh man,
Misinterpreted a lunatic gunman,
Lived a life of comrades,
Hated in every step, caste, religious and gender retrogrades,
Wanted to save his country from blood-sucking renegades,
Decided to break all the youth-distorting barricades,
And put his life to a mortgaging death trade.
Lived a life of an unselfish tree,
Decided to give his life to witness the country free,
Evolved his life, a chapter of sacrifice,
Offered overprice to fight the imposed injustice & cowardice.
His physical life remained short-lived and temporary,
Lived for the country to set an example for ideal revolutionary,
Beaten by humanimal imperialists, black and blue,
Opened the youths towards fight for freedom, on a new avenue.
Imperialist empire remained pathetically cruel,
His thoughts & phenomenon inspired a never ending fuel,
For the youths, to sacrifice themselves for liberation of the soil,
Through revolutionary paths, filled with constant sufferings and toil.
The world personified, revolution is,
Red, blood, blood and blood,
He defied and responded, revolution is,
Think, evolve, unite, and change, by the act of read, read, read and read.
He proclaimed a desperate need,
To get ourselves away from disturbing ****
Sowed the fire of revolutionary seed,
Thus stated to read, read and read.
Imperialist empires killed people like blood-sucking vampires,
He fought and responded, with the shot of a demonstrative gunfire,
When ordinary humans aimed to save their family,
Every millisecond, lived a life, personifying whole country his family.
Like a wood that offers light, and burns itself in fire,
Gave freedom a ray of light, submitted himself happily into the death wire,
For revolution, turned the court his Centre of propaganda,
Responded the ruthless imperialist, a warning memoranda.
On the imperialist death rope, he was killed
The batons he passed for the youths of next generations,
His final dream for India, still unfulfilled,
On the presence of present blood-sucking politicians,
A baby that never cries on starvation,
A child that never starves for education,
A youth who never roams around to get dignified occupation,
Let’s at least work and fight towards, fulfilling this mission.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
We dream of the stars,
And once we reach them,
We long for home.
We long for others,
And when we meet them,
Wish to be alone.
We aspire to fame,
And once we're popular,
We don't want to be known.
Let's nail our feet to the ground.
Let our desires pull us up,
And once we're stretched thus, be grown.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:37 PM UTC
Happiness is simply defined:
The absence of humanity's natural depression
That which binds all human life by rightful sorrow
For our disconnection with our mortal purpose
And our delusional yet rational will for the advent of tomorrow
No man, woman, or child deserves their next day
But the intangible emotion of God guides the way
So in that sense happiness isn't the absence of anything
Rather, our internal need to survive letting itself sing.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
my rationality is a house drenched in gasoline --
my emotions are a handful of stricken matches --
i hold them delicately between my fingers,
try to wave out the flames,
blow them out one by one --
but the embers catch on the curtains.
the house goes up in flames;
it burns to the ground;
the ash scars the earth and i can't breathe again --
and why stop there?
why burn down a single house when i'd devour a whole village if you asked?
my emotions can be dynamite; they're a nuclear blast;
set me off and watch the world turn to dust
i'm doing it for you
my flames are engulfing the planet
for you
they're my reactions to the small things;
they're the clench of my jaw when you send short texts,
they're the shaking of my fingers when your shoulders don't curve around mine
the conclusion of my analysis on your body decides whether or not the world will go to sleep in bursts of red and orange
my spine is in a pool at my feet;
my frame has melted and my heart is on the loose
smoke is slithering down my throat
i'm sorry i am the way i am --
i'm sorry i'm clumsy with fire;
i'm sorry this house was built with popsicle sticks;
i'm sorry that it's so easy to watch me burn
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC
Trapped inside a box.
Everywhere I look,
I see confined emptiness.
My limbs are yearning for a moment's stretch.
Trapped inside a box.
My arms are rendered useless,
as they lay squeezed against my sides.
My neck is straining in it's cramped position.
Trapped inside a box.
I cannot breathe,
my heart pounds against my chest hoping for freedom,
How can one be trapped inside of a small box, when their body is in the midst of a wide open plain?
Anxiety.
It is a box.
A box that cripples rationality ,
trapping you.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Volitional Cageling,
Lightling
Amber agony of in prisming
Show me a way, then
from the baseless lines
from my binding fears
through the blinding menisci of my tears
Take me a way
from this tangle of yield,
from irresolution,
dewhipped web of timid hesitation...
How does one escape from
"rationalessness" How does one escape
from this cocoon of "here"
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:24 PM UTC
I sing, I laugh, I dance, I joke
And live along with you.
I jump, I smile
I'm full of life,
However I am not.
A daze, a blur,
A humming buzz,
and a reoccurring thought;
I may seem, outwardly, all of these,
However I am not.
A loss of life,
In shadowed night,
Though, restored by morn' anew.
The mask I wear smiles back at you
However I am not.
Alone I feel,
Come the moon.
Disregarded by my peers.
Aside of life in the wings
However I am not.
Though black seems night,
It precedes the day.
A hope to which I cling.
There are those who cannot overcome,
However I am Not
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
I want to bolt,
run away,
escape while I can,
before I'm in
too
deep.
One glance from you
and I know-
I fell,
too deep,
long ago.
I couldn't run if I wanted.
It's too much!
Too fast!
Irrational!
my brain cries out.
My heart has no room for reason.
It reacts to you,
and you alone.
All senses beg with me
step back,
reassess,
calm down
breathe...
But how can I breathe
when you are constantly
taking my breath away?
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
No one knew.
Why: the reasons we did what we did.
Massacres and chemical warfare, the draft
Because no one would volunteer.
Why did we go to war?
The government spinning lies of what happened,
Yet the footage on the news says the opposite.
We were losing everything. Killed
For no reason, and so were they.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC