Ramblings of a Mad Man

MAYBE THE VOICE OF JUSTICE IS NOT THAT OF A JUDGE AND REASON MAYBE THAT VOICE FINDS ITS PITCH IN THE EMPATHY OF PEOPLE MAYBE THAT JUDGE IS NOT OF PEOPLE AND EMPATHY MAYBE JUSTICE IS NOT FOR PEOPLE

In the deepest lows you shall still find my hand, reaching out to hold you close. In the deepest lows you shall hear my voice. Calling out to bring you close. There's no happiness I shall seek than the smiles and laughter you bless me with.  Smiles and laughter; brought on by our times in each other's arms. Smiles and laughter; that shall remain no matter how dark the clouds. Smiles and laughter; Just knowing we exist in each other's lives.

Invisible claws that surfaced from nowhere. While being weighed down by shackles as I try to float up. There's only the lone star I see up in the sky As I desperately try to wade through cold waters to break surface for breath Fixing my mind to its presence in an otherwise cloudy dark sky. My eyes well up in tears only to be washed away by the water. Cries of loneliness only to be muted by the storms that rage in isolation. I close my eyes and imagine the beautiful things that will come. When the sound of her voice will lull these claws and break me free.

In harsh winds that blow I shall be your flame that refuses to die Lighting your way in the soft reassuring glow of steadfast promises and unwavering resolve My warmth shall console you in the coldest of winters, and all you need to do is look me in the eye Not across the thick blanket of snow and ice that stretch beyond the horizon into a sunless sky I shall be your flame that refuses die; for I shall burn bright to light your smile. We shall get through it all and bask in the summer sun in days to come. I wish I had you in my arms in these times, but until then, these words of hope and love are all I can offer.

The context isn't in raw numbers. The context is in visual-spacial perception. Numbers don't mean crap unless you visually establish their comparative relationship. For better or worse, this is how the world makes sense of chaos now. And there are many who know how to weave manipulated stories using just this. The verity of data is only as good as the ability of the consumer to perceive nuance; and the moral compass of the ones who put it together. And this is exactly what we are missing in how we talk about issues in this country. And this is exactly what any nation's propaganda machine exploits.

Does your pain....belong to me... A voice in vain...Drowns in the sea... Brought down by waves...of complacency Affinity was not your choice Affinity is Moebius No mirror can break the permanence Only You...Only You Black and White do not make grey Sacred IS what they say The Colorblinds scream hearsay While heretics have their way

Death by itself is grey... Singing songs of itself to people; reminding them of the good and the bad they could before they cease... How might it be that death is so frowned upon when it might just be the finish line to a race that you win with a smile of accomplishment... Accomplishments that remain in the hearts of your people way beyond your existence... Why is Death that siren that crashes you against the rocks when it might well be the eternal sash of greatness that adorns you... The thought of cessation seeks to be a driver of good while we are caught in the claws of the seeming omnipresent chaos...

Music and lyrics are solace when she's away...In songs of love and missing.. Remnants of her shine remain in the moon light...In the words of songs I cannot decipher...Songs only she sheds light on... We were separated by land...Now by sea.. Yet her songs remind me of her return... The silence is deafening and without her there's no light... Yet I confide in her songs ...Her voice is the closest I can be with her .. And these songs I shall listen to in her silence

What keeps me going is the sound of your voice... Waves crash against the rocks; but I'm guided by your voice... That's why you are the lighthouse in my poems while sirens sing their songs... I listen to your music...Beacons I need to see always burn the brightest... And I see you in them. The first one to see me through the fog... And I know that the illusion shall fade way soon, but our magic will remain....  :)

A question posed to me by a friend who is equally Socratic as me... "So his (Sadhguru) fans are people who fall for over simplification, generalizations, and naive or gullible by charisma or certain desirable personality traits, etc ...  They should  read more science, find time to look at it from other possible angles, and verify/ validate the scientific claims and statistics.... Is that a solution to have an improved world order u reckon?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And my idealist/pessimistic (Whichever way you'd like to see it.) answer was: Too much to ask of people if I say so myself...And the above are reasons why we progressed from the dark ages...And if you ask me...People did fall for over simplification, generalizations, and naive or gullible by charisma or certain desirable personality traits, etc. in regimes that eventually turned dictatorships/generally oppre...

Scientific illiteracy maybe...But it's also fuelled by human hope of a better future... Sadhguru, Nithyananda, etc (Examples of shallow and fraud twats by the way) and a lot of other godmen speak the language of the abstract... Abstract being subjective is easily malleable to whatever you personally want it to be... What is probably required is not literacy after all...It's something as simple as genuine and hard introspection..

I was blue while they were black.... I wished time were on my side but I knew the blues were on their own while black had more than the rainbow... Time however washed away the hues that were never to remain... Only for Blue to remain... So they heard...So they wanted to believe... The noise cut through the silence of doubt... And in due time they beheld...Once it was gone... Time can create and destroy...

2008: Global economic meltdown occurs in spite of the best interests of the intellectual global economists pushing their weight behind globalization and the buzzwords since the 90s and earlier. And, capitalism creating a global political and financial elite class that only wedged the wealth gap further. It's not surprising then that strong man leaders in the East choose to project themselves as journeymen who traversed their way to the top from humble beginnings. Everyone loves a rags-to-riches story anyways. Populism, strong man politics, anti-intellectualism, and identity politics has to emerge from some place and they probably did in 2008. And then there are the strong men in the west who promise the safeguarding of neo-colonist interests of their homeland, while the strong men in the east proclaim a soft rejection of globalization and promise a push back against western interests in the name of evangelizing indigenous soft power in its various forms. Both; bei...

Dreams of wax, they burned so bright in the eyes of the progenitor... The paraffin knows not its true purpose until it is consumed by the flames of affirmation. Yet, he opens his eyes and soars through the skies, for he chooses to seek faith in the beauty of his moment. He sees what his father did not see; an earth that lay waste by cause of a lesser vision, firm in gravity. In that twinkle of a distant star, he witnessed the Pale Blue Dot... The Minotaur was Daedalus' demon... Icarus had his unseen... - Icarus Re-imagined (C) Been a while since I wrote something...with a very visible nod to Sagan...:) :

Well you need to strike a balance between the promises you made and playing good-cop-bad-cop. The legitimacy of good eventually is not founded in genuine concern, but their ultimate purpose is to legitimize evil through the good. Happened with Hitler, happened with Mussolini, happens with every known supremacist ideology. (Although unlike blatant bigotry back in the times, they call for inclusiveness and respect for their kin in the present, to endear themselves to a globali zed world.) Our man shouts peace and inclusion among others while his minions are let loose to play the bad cop with intimidation, communalism, and lynching. A commonality in populist strong-men governed countries. This is exactly what Manmohan meant when he mentioned the "Dangerous Binary" in one of his parliament speeches; the way of choosing the good that is founded on evil. And for a species who are driven mostly by the need to survive, withdraw in fear is what the common man can do; since ...

If Only every couple we knew said this as confidently... https://youtu.be/1LGVGekPSzo I remember You now, I remember the times that could have been, The seeds we could sow, For only with courage we could have ploughed... Time was never yours, Society wasn't ours, We could have stood steadfast against time; Ultimately faith and family were for whom you took the fall.

What makes us who we are... Is it our kin? Is it us unknowingly trudging through the ever black veil that is the future? Is it our memories, o'er that we have no control? Is it our friends? Is it the city we live in? Is it the conscience we are endowed with? Is it us who let the past enable us? Is it us who lets the past control our next thought? Or is it us who breathes the present, remembering the past...Forging to OUR future? What shapes us more than the swan named time; we are a result of variety. A by-product of expectations and rebellion. Our circumstances choose between the devil and the angel....

The first poem I recited on stage...And sucked ... One of those few times one of my teachers congratulated me nevertheless and walked me over to my seat. Quite interesting that I've seen I spiration in my high school English teachers. Teachers shape us. P.S: I sucked at self confidence until 8 years later in college. The Blind Beggar by  Arthur Symons He stands, a patient figure, where the crowd  Heaves to and fro; a sound is in his ears  As of a vexed sea roaring, and he hears  In darkness, as a dead man in his shroud.  Patient he stands, with age and sorrow bowed,  And holds a piteous hat of ancient years;  And in his face and gesture there appears  The desperate humbleness of poor men proud.  What thoughts are his, as, with the inward sight,  He sees the glad unheeding Fair go by?  Is the long darkness darker for that light,  And sorrow nearer when such mirth is nigh?  Patient, alone, he stands from ...

"God" is a word that merely alludes to our current misunderstanding of nature and science. It loses its meaning once we slowly understand it. "God" is a word that runs rivers of blood; of people who do not understand its meaning and how it defines our existence as a "Single" species.

Just trying to break it down for the Bhakths in India... :P But then; trying to stay within the realms of logical legitimacy is something that requires immense mental effort, compared to the effortlessness that anti-intellectualism entices the majority with. That, along with a skewed opinion that a lack of empathy is rebellious and more importantly; macho. The bhakths think they are doing what their precursors didn't have the balls to do during the independence; REBEL. These times we live in are the times of THEIR struggle, not for their people; but for their idealogues. A true narrative of a vitriolic binary that makes people choose between freedom and development, while the case of a nation can ACTUALLY be boiled down to the concept of "Good Cop...Bad Cop"...Our "Honorable" PM plays the good cop really well, while the minions play bad. And fear is a brilliant negative motivator. And that's definitely NOT something our nation needs... Definitel...