Quote Oscar Wilde “To live is the rarest
thing in the world. Most people exist, that’s all”
I can think of existence as a magnified wheel
in a nutshell. We have not the idea of
the bigger picture and we magnify the small.
You can say your poetry was living and expressive!
And I can say mine is an expression of life and death
that was annunciated by its willingness to assume
both at the same time. But what is existing to live
and living to exist. Bravehearts die for a cause,
even with suffering and pain brought upon themselves
Do you think that is living? And are all causes legitimate?
Are all causes righteous? Would it be worth taking up
a cause when you haven’t got a clue, and yet live for it!
Can you imagine the boy in the madrassa brainwashed into believing
in jihad, is living? And do you think the starving of Africa
can choose to decide between living and existence?
And does anything defy the preconditions and conditions
of fate bringing in fortune or a fruitless fucked up figuration
of despair at existence. Does a handicapped or a an aged infirm
decide on the distinctive line? How many of us consciously
place our thumbs on the markers? Life can be as beautiful
as we make it, if we live in hope. And if we think that dreams
actually materialise. But would the many seeking desperately for even
one meal a day justify existence and call it living. I am shrouded
in the permutation that you can call fantasisng living or you can call
dreaming delusional. Do you call romancing oneself over
everything else, living? Talk about yourself, Oscar Wilde, was
your fear and shame of your homosexuality, living, as you
sought in the darkness of weird caverns to satisfy your inclinations!
And would you rue the subsequent imprisonment as a travesty on your freedom;
Or would it be a living from one cage into the existence of another!?
For then you would have recognised the distinction between opportunity
and predicament!
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