I know it's been a long time I published. I earn to be a writer. But how? Well I intend to publish my poetry.

Hoep it gets me somewhere. Can someone comment?

Birth

Today I met him . I met an unfamiliar face . It’s been a long time since I met him. . It was not that I kept myself away from his incongruous thinking but his expression of naked reasoning that could tear me apart. His simple logic amazed me. He could express himself thoroughly without any complications. The other day he lucidly put forth the concept of birth. into these mirthless words.
“ To many things seem to get at you very quickly and swiftly. You feel as though you are being buried under eternity of sinful past. It is the most dreaded that can debilitate your cogency of lateral thinking. To escape the maze your veins have to have clear blood flowing. Clear of generations. It’s ashes to dust and dust to self. The healthy mother Earth cannot bear the sins of your past. Well, How about some coffee to celebrate your homecoming! Being reborn and to be castigated from hell is the most painful labor. Identified at first by hector and hoot and some spit accompanied. How wonderful!. Tangibility of life starts spreading thinner and thinner every moment. Concreteness melts down . Walls of conditioning start breaking down. There is no veil anymore. I had not a second to wink. It was a surprise. The day I came into this world was not dramatic. The world seemed to approach a lapse. I was startled, almost frightened. An explosion went right through my body. The terrifying dormant world came alive. This uncertainty gripped me by the throat tossing me into light. My world of perfect dream died a premature death. The void expressionless face darted out. It was anathema. I was being parted. Broken into fragments. They tossed me into banality. The unreasoning took a new life. I was completely lost. I was left without intuitnional powers. A mass of incomprehensible faces surged upon me triumphantly . My shrill voice shattering the ears of the midwife. An addition to the already added burden of pollution. Polluted minds. Colluded bickerings. , Unwanted misgivings, wanted pains. It was time for my tiny hands and legs. I emerged slowly. Unwillingly handled. A hot bath. Clean linen. Everything reduced to illusion. Surrounded by slavery and shadow of reality. I was identified by curious sound. A monosyllable. It started reverberating in my tiny ears until I could comprehend and respond. Ritualistic chantings and religion were attached. I was in the womb free of society shackles . I can never express this marvelous bliss. No thoughts. No musings. No expressions. This was my wonderful world. It was safe. It was human all too human. Rich tapestry of dreams and soft music were my companions. Not, It’s all over . After religion came culture. After culture came faith. After faith came hope. After hope came ideals. After Ideals came Idols. I was completely absorbed. Assimilated. Everything was systematic, routine, and choking. Programmed . physically breeded to perfection for progeny.”

Greatmen are killed. Their voices are damned!. Curses befall truth. You shall lie one day among the many fallen corpses. You do not reek in this self-glorification notion anymore. Your hope betrays you. You are one who can’t hide their dead falls of most unhappy joys. Your wretched heart pines for the holy hungry jaws. I am not being cold. It’s the prevarication’s of my surroundings are undeniably strong. It depends on how long can I withstand these miserable insensebilities.

“ If one were to suffice onself with the idea , that it is better to be subjugated then I am sorry. I do not give room to such blasphemous thoughts. I have always been a dreamer. I dared to dream. A dreamer expresses something. It is always different in different planes. How beautiful it is if every dream of yours turns tangible! Sad but true it never happens. I always believed . Belief in every rational thing. Dreaming is rational. You stop dreaming, You are dead. Featherless and featureless. At times it is nice to know you are alive and kicking. At times it is too real. Amazing. Devastating!. It is amazing we reason out our dreams. It never materializes. Devastating. The echo of your shattered dreams influence your life.”

Cooltime

First, I didn't know why I wanted to start this blog. I am trying to gather my thoughts as I type. I wanted to find a way of putting across my thoughts from a different perspective on different issues.