Mind Tales

The following article, which I claim to be politically unaffiliated, is a brief piece on my personal views regarding a recent unprovoked violent incident.  Sometimes, certain incidents force me to question, "Have people misunderstood religion?". In our selfish desire to propagate the respective religions we belong to, have we forgotten our essential humanity? Mustn't we pause, and reflect what actually has led us to dominate the pyramid of life, and power? Upon close scrutiny, isn't it surprising to notice that we humans are mere slender bones when compared to the mighty elephants or the lions that roar in disdain? Isn't it our intelligence that has aided us in claiming superiority over the entire animal kingdom? Yes, and no! What about our penchant of wholesome compassion not only for humankind but other varied flora, and fauna? To mercilessly wipe out followers of another religious cult, we hold guns - enthusiastically brainwashed to shoot - and are shamelessly ...

  Toward Utopia - The Other Side of the Rainbow The poem written in blank verse, is a modified inspiration from a popular legend in classical folklore. The seas of the ancient world are known to have borne many pirates on their sojourn to faraway islands home to elusive rainbows. It was believed that sparkling jewels as treasure would be found on the other side of those rainbows. Motivated to hoard untouched wealth, they would set sail on their voyage to fortune. Who knew, back then, that the closer you approach a rainbow, the farther it glides away from you? This poem captures the imaginary idea of perfection and how that we may not reach our desired perfect world, the idea, however, is powerful enough to unite us into building a better world. In our relentless pursuit we end up improving; improving to form a better version of ourselves, and of course, a developed world. After all, it is the idea of perfection that keeps us going. We sail on a boat, On waging waters that bear us, ...

Spring's Lullaby Spring's a season of colours. A season of gentle awakening for all of us. The radiant nature of spring is also reflected in this lullaby, which is energetically bright yet doesn't lose the softness of a lullaby. This poem is an expression of my experience of spring. The Spring sings to me, Sings its wonders heavenly. 'Neath a Cherry Blossom I sit, Pink presents fall, a smile's lit. The Spring sings to me, Hums surreal sights with glee. Golden dewdrops, few Frangipani, some Peregrina, Also Yellow bells, and many a Jacaranda. "You bring so much variety, don't You Spring?", Blows a soft wind to quietly caress - "Relish My essence in quiet; a true living,". The Spring sings to me, Sings life's awakening mirthfully. Squirrels merrily scuttle up trees, Wagtails play hiding behind leaves. Lost are these joys simple to men, who tread concrete, admire buildings of glass ample. The Spring sings to me, Hums its distinct sounds joyfu...

I'm sure that different periods of time in a day talk differently to each one of us, some inspire us while others bore us to unproductivity. Here's a simple composition, an expression of what the morning means to me. The serenity of the morning captivates me when the Sun luminates the sky, erasing the darkness of the night. Its radiance brings an end to the night's terror. Taking a stroll under the Sun at dawn seizes the fear of the unknown that we typically associate with the night. The magnanimity with which the Sun radiates its light, acts as a ray of hope, a hope for a brighter day, and alleviates the uneasiness I (and we) bear, a result of previous bitter experiences. The perpetuity with which the Sun rises everyday, motivates me to rise to my daily responsibilities. After overly-exhaustive working days, and disturbed sleepless nights, don't we all crave a sense of solace once we arise from our beds? Of course we do, but we also make a mistake here. The mistake of ...

  Unknown Unknown , You lie afar, Beyond the known , Beyond the familiar in the subtle realm  of incomplete thought. Your face is such, When looked at shows nothing . Featureless. Expressionless. Your face is such, When looked at shows lips moving, Any voice unheard . Your eyes though blank, Seem to foretell unrecorded lore. Seem to invite me before I'm invited. Are those portals to the future? A saga conjured by Your mind. Your face is such, When looked at shows a wrinkled forehead. Are You stressed? Overwhelmed that Your words are unsounded ? That Your caution about ultimate doom, Humanity's Final Showdown, Shall go unheard ? Your face is such, When looked at seems to be summoning Uncertainty and Fear, Your eternal companions. Why are You so cruel , Ruthless and brutal ? You took away my Hope , Humanity's Hope. You're enemies with Hope , aren't You? You revealed to me to keep my excitement, My aspirations, My optimism at bay for nothing's known till you h...

Why even study the Humanities in a world of STEM? What worth do they serve in this globe of smart scientists and math magicians? When there's a universal buzz about settling on Mars, when humanity is excited about AI's revolutionary potential, spending time reading and sympathising with the souls lost in the Second World War seems old-fashioned, and unsmart, right? Or perhaps, finding yourself lost in the doctrines of Aristotle, Plato's Cave Allegory, Siegfried Sassoon's "The Hero", and case studies on tribal communities, seems pointless, doesn't it? Oh, yes! So here I am to uncover the humanities' pointlessness. Let's picture our world, not as we know it, but like a building (I know metaphors are useless and so is literature). A building made of bricks. Let's say, for the sake of my metaphor, the bricks represent the tangible aspects of modern society. All scientific and technological progress - whether it be the marvels of engineering that ha...

  Lost in the Sands: A 'Layered' Poem Below, is a poem, fancily called a 'layered' one to hint at its fabricated nature . Sounds overwhelming? Basically, the poem lacks a single theme and is therefore, open to varied interpretation . It is an essence of rich but perhaps, also vague ideas that comprise its 'fabric'. It's a free verse and therein lies its appeal. The contradictions in it (spoiler alert) are worth spending some time upon, in pensive thought.  Walking alone in the desert, Scorching sands that sizzle to shake. The essence of time I experience, A manifestation of perpetuity it is. I do revel in the pleasure of a warm feet burn. Sweet pain is pleasure? Unsettling, isn't it? Walking alone in the warmth, Woe to the warm desert dwellers, The spiteful winds that vengeful blow. I do inhale the air scented dry and barren. Yet, thriving with life, The miracle of life. Unsettling, isn't it? Walking alone under the Sun, A constant gaze He kee...

Locating the Land of Euphoria: Our Search for True Joy This narrative poem seeks to clear the boundaries between pleasure and true happiness , as a side theme. It sets out to broaden our understanding of happiness as an internal everyday reality in contrast to sensory pleasure that is more of a fleeting illusion . The central idea of the poem lies in understanding the reality, that true joy lies within , in " the golden chasm of the heart ", and cannot be searched for outside. It lifts the veil off the myth that happiness can be chased after , as an external pursuit. The more we run for it, the farther it is going to run away from us. Read the simple narrative of a young boy and a girl unfold, as they set out on their individual quests to discover the source of our earthly elixir - true joy. As a measure to introspect, do ask yourself ," Where is the Land of Euphoria? ". Also, notice the irregular rhythm adopted in the poem, in its latter half. The Land of E...

Winter: A Philosophy of Inner Wisdom O Winter! You are a time when your Spirit, the Winter Spirit, adorns the Earth with white pearls of snow. He darkens her complexion with dense mist and brightens it with a touch of frost. To witness humankind's workings during the cold, he embarks on a winter-long journey to inspire humanity to prioritise true growth. As the Winter Spirit graces all lands, he carries with himself the overlooked essence of Winter. Like a stoic master, he pushes people indoors to liberate them of their self-imposed shackles of greed and soaring-ambition. He gifts them time, something they always yearn for but never get. Time, for what? Time, to introspect the deeper themes of life and arrive closer to reality. " Am I living life in its truest spirit by only accumulating bags of wealth?", "Will my run to achieve monetary success ever come to an end?", "Am I truly joyful?", "What is my purpose here?", "Is there something ...