Friday, September 18, 2015

Adieu

Oscar Wilde helped me sail through every experience
while other philosophers were busy splitting hair over words and reason.
It's not the thesis but the theatricality behind his words
which proved to me that 'Truth' can never be found in human reason.
Wilde did to me what neither the mystic Shankara nor the analytic Russell could do.
Even though I live in pieces I know eventually I will die peacefully.
Adieu!

To Grief- Remedy I Don't Want You

A flower grows out of nowhere
To offer you a remedy
Once you withdraw from a projection
Where your identity can never find its place
A shadow remains still;
When colors refuse to change
The only flower that withers is time
There is no dimension more benevolent
Than an open landscape without limits.

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Do Words Disappear?

As I can see, great many individuals read under competitive pressure. There is a tendency to associate reading with learning. For every word that you read, the imagination has escaped your mind. You see the words in every line of of every page. But where do they go? Do they disappear? I am tempted to say that these words are not ideas by themselves. I refrain from saying that only because as a reader, I am in mind the only one. What about you? Do you find yourself in your mind or do you cease to exist by becoming a reader. You may be curious to know if the thoughts and phantoms of the author fill your vessel. Your vessel is never really empty.
Your vessel can never really be full.

The brain is not an organ when you are alive. It is devoid of any value or significance when you receive the thought, character and essence of the author. As the words pass you by, you do not see the meanings in a vacuum. You sense the thought that eventually completes itself at a point of disambiguation. A point where no camouflage is possible. But what do you understand? What do you let pass by? A meaning so insanely incoherent that your soul does not let in, finds its way into your brain  now filled with insolence. You read but you do not reflect. You remember but you do not absorb. You quote but you never truly understand. Whenever you quote you are always misquoting the author, if you cannot appreciate the cognitive convulsions of the author. Do words disappear? Have you killed them for the brand of your intellect? If you surrender meekly to the demands of the eyes of trend and horror, what you have only done is to deplete in vain every pulse of your self esteem. In so doing, you adorn the unreal pride of readership at the expense of clarity of the author's thought and character. Words have disappeared indeed!

You may read a book a day. You are merely replacing one author with another...one book with another. The authenticity of your mind is doomed if there is no absorption. You have no place for the author in you...the author who is you and you have a lot left to unlearn my dear friend.