Of Loss.

Of Loss.

I never faced it

But there is a void

I never saw it

But there is a void

Even in clear skies

I never knew it

But it lays in goodbyes

Who’s to say

Where we lay

At the end

Of another day?

I can taste it

And its sweet ways

I can feel it

And its sweet sways

That don’t exist

I can sense it

And its cold closed fist.

Who’s to see

What will be

At the end

Of being free?

Even in clear skies

It lays in goodbyes

That don’t exist

Without a cold clenched fist.

Tribute to Thought

I have't written a lot lately, but that does not mean I haven't been thinking.
Descartes said "Cogito Ergo Sum" i.e. "I think, therefore I am."
And, much later, Lacan said "“I think where I am not therefore, I am where I do not think”
Both sentences, though seemingly contradictory, only prove the presence of thought, the presence of the mind and in turn the presence of the self.


I've noticed, we all shy away from thinking beyond what we know.
Those who dared to do so - from Napoleon and Rousseau to Einstein, Newton, Archimedes, Plato, et al - are now known to us as revolutionaries, as great men of their times and of ours too (in that which they wrote, theorised and discovered).


So I just have a small message today:
THINK - do something most people don't do.

We dumb ourselves down, and sometimes even intoxicate ourselves, so that we don't think, because we're afraid of what we might discover or realise - because we all fear the unknown. Kill that fear, set your mind free. Let your most powerful organ do what it was created to do. 


A tribute to some of the greatest thinkers, inventors, scientists, artists (painters,musicians,et al), writers and philosophers - THE PEOPLE THAT DARED TO THINK AND EXPLORE.

Barely

I've barely written anything in a really long time, but I typed this out on my phone some months ago and decided it was time to publish.


Enjoy.


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Barely
I barely know where I start or end,
I can barely see beyond the bend,
And I barely feel this oncoming trend
Of silent nights that mend
A broken heart or broken soul,
Broken by an abysmal hole;
A broken dream of an impossible goal
That steadily takes its toll.

So I barely see the morning light
I can barely sleep on a silent night
I barely know if I won't or might
Wake up from sheer fright
Of all the things I never said,
All the things inside my head,
All the things that make me tread
Over trails I dread.

Now I barely know if I should rest,
I can barely tell what would be best,
But I barely feel like I've confessed
My innocence in this test.

In a Fog

"Always been, always will be a one man show. You're born, you die with only yourself. That's what this year is about for me. I am all I've really got."

This is about where I am and where I want to be, where we all should be.

Happy new year

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In a Fog

I look around and see

No one and nothing around me.

I don’t recall how I got here

But with no world I have no fear.

Nothing beyond and nothing before

Not a little less or a little more

Just enough, this space that I fill

Myself, my mind with all that’s tranquil

I don’t care for distance or for meaning

No time changing, no sun gleaming

And the road feels cold under my feet

I hold myself, I’m all I need.

I’ve let go of what exists

And I’ve given up all that persists.

I feel a blanket cover my eyes

And wipe away the tears that dried.

I look around and see

No one and nothing around me

Just peace and serenity.