philosophy

The Great Gatsby: A poem

Going morally declinative can decrepit the structure of civilisation’s soul such that nothing embraces dignity in a degenerate edifice that man builds purely for acquisition and not for dignified presence. You can see that too much overambitious zeal can only cause obtuse evil to flourish while intelligent soulful righteousness can be rendered dysfunctional. It is not as if religious pulpits are a vestigeContinue reading “The Great Gatsby: A poem “

Oh! How I remember Mars!: A poem

If I could remember a land that was as warm as a cherry-tree, but not red alone, and never dead! But rainbows of every hue, cascading over mountains and streams, and valleys meant to be the receptacles of fecund civilisations. Civilisations that basked in advancement while also honouring their rusticity! The childhood laughter rang in its alleys, like those starships flying in its skies; Continue reading “Oh! How I remember Mars!: A poem “

Kierkegaard, you liked to please yourself as Hermit, what sort of?: A poem

Kierkegaard, I see yourself enraptured in the mildewed woods of your own unexonerable crutch; like a river that salinates before it reaches the ocean; and I fail to salivate in agreement with your theses! You liked to believe you were a Hermit? What sort of? I’d like to rally that existentialism is an excuse for existence in discordance with purity of self. I amContinue reading “Kierkegaard, you liked to please yourself as Hermit, what sort of?: A poem “

On Fascism, Democracy, and the unrighteous Leftist Church!: A poem

Fascists are decried as fascists, because Democracy is a poverty of imagination, lost like an island in a sea of populistic self-glorifying Leftist (Communistic) dogma, that has now found ample amenability with the Church! This populism, that so pervades, that altogether fails to make your dreams a reality; But has you, with clandestine sinisterism, believe that your vote counts! I don’t thinkContinue reading “On Fascism, Democracy, and the unrighteous Leftist Church!: A poem “

Godspell and Anunnaki-spell: A poem

Unlike what the Gemara is to the Minash, a twinning of the Talmud! The lying New Testament is no holy book of mine! No complement to the Old Testament. But, should I recommend the veracity of the ancient book of Genesis? A book that is enmeshed in half-truths, because of the Jewish exile in Babylon, that borrowed Anunnaki myths! Yes, I wasContinue reading “Godspell and Anunnaki-spell: A poem “

Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem

Would you have sprung forth unconsciously into the world, when you were unceremoniously caught in the forceps of a conceiving reality subordinating your own hidden conception of spirit? Did you realise that this lifetime was a pretentious circle, even if time was meant to be circular, because there was actually the diagonality of two ends? Would you be aware, that you were infernally locked up in the diagonality of the twoContinue reading “Where does truth stand, between hypotheses and lies?: A poem “

Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem

I am a quantum spin ball around a vortex, an unmeasurable revolution around a crankshaft A life witness to the ordinance of rebirth and reincarnation Above even time, steadfast with its ages And the power to change earth’s seasons Would I have stopped by to write the secrets in the Tabula Smardgina? The secrets unveiled by Hermes Trismegistos, The Thrice Great; when wisdom is bequeathed only at a timeContinue reading “Hermes, where lies the Tabula Smardgina?: A poem “

I peer through the window into space…: A poem

I peer through the window into a space, a place dotted by imagination, illusion, fantasy, Like a child’s first venture into fable, where he discovers there is a reality beyond the surreal moat of a bounded reality And I question every science that seems to connote a presumption or conclusion to the existence of being Have I not wanderedContinue reading “I peer through the window into space…: A poem “

Pythagoras, you had a fixation for the number 3!: A poem

Somehow, I see you traveling into the Levant, with the quest to educate yourself; and you stumbled on an antediluvian stella, left by none other than the advocates of Freemasonry, Jabal, Jubail, Tubal Cain and Namnaah. The four siblings who quietly wanted to leave their sacred knowledge to posterity. Before the deluge would bring an end to their world! And inContinue reading “Pythagoras, you had a fixation for the number 3!: A poem “

LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem

What are the markers of life, as you float in aspiration, constructs narrated by a society of norms that convince you to believe in them. When religion fails you, and faith seems possessed only by the need to achieve that this should be the ultimate fate you live for! You carved out singularly sensitive tales of human life, brought forth by your own creative soul; butContinue reading “LeoTolstoy, Introversion, Extroversion and Existence; markers and pivots, War and Peace!: A poem “