Anti

Christening of the anti...
Upon this destined chair,
The broken needle...
A lie upon my night of dreams.

Stars of phantom nights...

Cries of the falcon...
Blues waved away with a wand..
Distraction of the dweller...

Space between our toes...
Eyelids only kisses apart...
The traveller lies still...
Music playing to our fingers...

Werewolves upon the boat of stars...
Dancing over the gleam...
Broken ice on times to come...
What say you today???

Raindrops on the hooded brink...
Whispers upon the noises...
Kiss of the liar...
Acids washing all away...

My hair falls lightly,
Clueless puzzles not to be solved,
Answers lost in the rivers..
Entwined like virgin snakes...

Countless repetition of mistakes,
Heatwaves of insomniac nights,
Mistaken identities hidden in abyss...
Leeches of insanity upon us...

Search of the lost soul...
The dream of no memory...
The place where I dance away...
Quest of this eternal wanderer...

Decibels of insanity at dawn break

Mist of the night fairy…

Shrouded in werewolves…

Curse of the black pearl…

Screaming alone.

Drained cursors…

Abysmal realities…

Free birds burning…

My prison is full.

Clipped butterflies…

Warning signs overturned…

Stars at dawn break…

Smoke kissing between our lips.

Werewolves upon a bed of roses…

Howls of missed calls…

Midnight kisses stolen…

Paranoid knocks all over again.

Caterpillars of change…

Unsurmountable epiphanies…

Daggers of dawn break…

Loneliness advocating...

Errors in absence...

Scarlet chandeliers aplenty…

Burnt roses…

Insomnia strikes again.

Cinder blocks recurring…

Flapping seals…

Anticipated slippery slopes…

Tokens of broken lecterns.

Crossings upon Kafka…

Shadows of our snakeskin…

Mellow lampshades…

Strapped hopes burnt.

Thunderous applause to my mistakes…

A whiff of fresh sin…

Halogen lamps of beer bottles…

Casketed expectations restrained.

Clouded cruelties…

Moonlit croissants…

Cassandra lingers aimlessly…

Shores devouring.

Promiscuous logic…

Polygamous truths…

Hell child within…

Cassandra lives on.

A kiss amidst the Alps

Soft caresses..
Frosty windowpanes…
Brush of the feather-fairy…
Disrupted contrasts upon us.
Why did we hang up?
Voices of incongruity,
We touched upon dawn…
I held back… I wonder why…
Smoke-laden dreams,
Drunk on melancholy…
Smeared with a smile,
Sunscreen, a beautiful gift.
Arched in snowstorms,
Melting words… Untamed fires…
Twilight angels… Encapsulated fireflies…
Broken glass bottles…
Swords of kisses…
Jigsaws of lingering pain…
A peck on every inch…
Blowing the blades away,
Curtains upon the glorious…
Shades of horizons upon us…
Late as always…
I smile in hushed voices.
Longing to hold you in deserts…
To dance in the rain…
To waltz under the moonlight.
Cast away- you and I…
Pirate cries from distant lands…
Ammunition missing…
Calendars rendered useless.
Bathing in cold seas…
Under the chilly night mist…
Dripping in the unspoken.
I lay down the armour tonight…
Invisibility cloaks forgotten.
Atop a thousand views…
Beyond a thousand dawns…
The snow between our toes.
Broken vows of infidelity… Points of no return…
Silken strangleholds… Crumpled sheets…
Clasped undercurrents beside the fireplace.
Curled within each other,
Entwined into hisses…
You look at me,
A kiss amidst the Alps…
A kiss was all it took.

An ode to compulsive disasters

The goblins keep fuming fire,

My gnome whispers a lost poem,

I see the smoke surging ahead,

The vision fumbles in the flames.

Mist spreads its wings,

I feel the warm desolate fields

The streets heave with me

The scarecrow looks at me…then looks away.

Dark clouds hover over my dreams,

Kafka still lies on the shore,

I dance to Dylan’s tunes…

Smoke upon cooled waters.

The coffee brews back in time…

Wafers crunch on your tongue…

A distant land melody…

Fruitless labours exploring spaces.

The rustic smell of fingernails,

Eyes piercing layers,

Intoxicating scents linger on…

Disastrous pursuits are my forte.

A stroke of conspiracy on our palms

I can taste your words on my lips…

The smell of roses at 1 a.m…

Pangs of unspoken words suffocate me.

Cassandra whispers to me every night,

I hold on,

Closer still...

Claustrophobia sets in.

The pendulum swings the minute hand,

The burdened bookshelf gives in,

Invisible motives caressed,

Shivers turning into quakes.

Passion flaring chills,

I spread my wings…I cry aloud,

The sand clock shatters to entwined thorns…

The symphony breaks a tune, a tear drops…

The clock ticks 40 past 8 again,

Those flowers still give me goose bumps,

They turn down the lights,

The cookie crumbles, for maybe, the last time.

Sheets lie crumpled…

Bed creaking again…

The wind upon my cheeks,

I wake up to this nostalgic night.

The ghosts mock my fear,

My fingers shiver on the digits,

The paranoia sets in again,

Unanswered tragedies...

The last flicker burns out,

Scars enveloped in your voice,

Suddenly, my fingers fall out,

Your image mocks my spastic existence.

Insomnia clips my eyelids apart,

I slip again…

Plummeting into the rabbit-hole…

Wilted roses lying around.

Icarus screams in my guts,

A poem lost between the sheets,

We stare at Romeo’s lost poster-you and I,

Webs of lies entangled.

I sleep towards momentary freedom,

All that’s left is the whispers of horses in my ears,

The smell of roses at 1 a.m.

The shimmering sand of our hourglass.

Cassandra upon her mocking throne

Darkness enveloping…

I look to the corner stone,

Waves of discarded sunflowers

The wind keeps bellowing ahead.

Rainbow of sins urging me…

A kiss upon Mozart’s tune,

Paranoia creeps a forlorn note…

Hush! A masterpiece is created.

The blank seeks a verse,

Glimpses of open fences…

Hushed lips cry for stories…

Kafka lies perched afar.

Wooden bells chime away,

Shadows of lovers from paradise lost,

Wet leaves burn my hopes…

Metaphors turning into reality.

Thunderous applause welcoming…

French aromas encircle me,

Upon the crowd’s noisy skin,

I see the solitary wanderer.

Facades of soiled barriers,

Ghosts- unknown & then some,

The cigarette fades slow,

But, scar to commensurate.

The incision stares open yet again,

Double-edged temptations ruin my day,

Ice melts through my fingers…

Cobwebs of deceit surround me.

Snide whispers…

Spineless sockets…

Chinese rumours upon my palm,

Whitewashed walls all around.

Something old, borrowed and blue-

Pushed past the tiny glass door,

Resistance methods aplenty…

Waves of insomnia infiltrated.

Corpses of dilemmas,

Antelopes flying into the darkness…

The park bench sits lonesome

Shiny brooches rendered useless..

Lets away, you and I,

Just in time for the morning mist

Lets away, you and I,

Into the waves of sunsets afar.

Sweet raindrops falling…

The power to erase…

Don’t let the nectar slip away,

You’ll miss it soon enough.

Vultures abate my vessels,

Panthers holding guard to the ghost-cake,

Mortal values upon my filer,

Beads of synonyms choke the swan.

Memorabilia dumped afar…

No clues to traceable paths…

Mystique simplifies…

Amidst the glory of deception.

Birth Does Not Entitle A Life

I share with you today a philosophy that has become the guiding torch of my life. I share it with the selfish want for you to attempt to understand the ethics of this philosophy:

Objectivism.

The ethics of objectivism advocate you to live a life guided by reason. Man’s whims, wants and desires must not guide his life. Reality is not an outcome of your wants but your actions. We are all the products of our own actions and its consequences and no one else’s. Your path in life must be guided by reason and not faith or whim. These reasons must help you live a life of trade where you treat everything as a trade with the world. This trade, in essence, must be mutual and with mutual benefit. If all of us live a life of mutual benefit and mutual consent, everyone benefits. Not all benefit in the same proportion because not all trade with the same ability, competence and resources. If something does not involve mutual benefit, it is charity. Charity equals begging and hence, is immoral. One must not expect free lunches, neither accept them, even if they are on offer. Mutual benefit is derived from the universal and natural laws of demand and supply. These are not just laws of economics but are also laws of nature. The worth of nature stands true to its supply against its demand. A man who either gives or takes without mutual benefit is an immoral man. A man who looks for mutual benefit as means of trade is right. This benefit need not be in materialistic terms. When a mother gives birth to her child, she gains the pleasure of watching her child grow and evolve over time, thus benefit need not be in material terms, it can be the pleasure a mother gets in providing for her child or the pride a man feels when he works as a soldier or the satisfaction one gets in an accomplishment.

While the word ‘selfish’ rings synonymous with the word ‘evil’, what we miss on is the exact meaning of the word ‘selfish’ which means being concerned to one’s self interest. A selfish man works for his own pleasures and his own interests. A selfish man weighs his interest above others because he believes that no one else has the right to his life or any part of it except himself. We have been taught that a life lived for others is a moral life. I ask now, “By what standard?” Why must we live a life for others? Why must I work for someone else’s happiness and not mine? Why and for what reason? There exists no reason that can justify a man’s existence for the purpose of someone beside himself. Any man who weighs someone else’s happiness above his own believes his self-worth to be unimportant or lives in denial, such a man is immoral. We must start weighing our decisions and our life on reasons and not faith or desires before we all turn into sacrificial goats. While you hail the selfless man as a humble servant of God, I ask, “What is wrong with being selfish?” The altruistic man might be ready to give away his life for the weak and the unfortunate, but I ask, “Why does the weak have a right over the strong?” The philosophy of Altruism asks you to be selfless and sacrifice yourself on the altar of one weaker than you. So basically we are taught that the weak have a right to our strength because they are weak. Their vice is held stronger than our virtues. However, Objectivism asks you to never be or be the means of the sacrifice of ability in exchange of inability. The only thing in this world that we have a right to is our mind and its immense potential and ability. It is one’s ability and not one’s inability that must determine his worth to himself and to others. The major reason why Altruism has succeeded in existing even today is because of our faith in not questioning what is told to us by a class of people. Altruism owes its heinous origin to the places of God, where we are taught from beginning that we must show faith without questions and reasons. That unconditional faith and devotion will lead us to a better and holier place. However, faith performs no miracles. The only faith one must have is in reason. It is not faith that will buy me bread when I need to eat, it is work and action that will feed my stomach. A man of faith lives without questions because he lives in denial. For those leaping up with arms flailing that a thief and murderer might also work for his selfish pleasure, I would clarify that a man who uses his ability to destroy someone else’s ability is an immoral man as well. Here is where the laws of nature determine your survival, a man of constructive ability competes while a man of destructive ability ends up destroying himself. Destruction leads to self-destruction.

A man is born only with ability of his mind because ability is the only key and tool to a successful life. Only a man’s ability guides his survival in this world. Not every rich man is born rich. It was their ability and potential that led them where they exist today. A man’s wants and desires has nothing to do with his accomplishments, its his efforts, judgement and work that gets him those accomplishments. Men of ability rule the world. The men of action are the one’s who bear the burden of the world on their shoulders; the one’s capable of moving the world. However, our world today has become an ode to the crippled minds and figures not the men of ability. Hence, instead of contributing more towards the one’s that live by their inability and non-productivity, we must start contributing towards the cause of the genius and the perfectionist. We must recognize and encourage the strong-willed, not the weak-minded; the genius and not the parasite; the realist and not the pretender; the intelligent not the foolish-headed. Instead of focusing on the weak in the world, we must shift our center of attention towards the capable person. This does not mean that the ones not on top of the world are unimportant. It is man’s ability that guides his reason for a life. A man working in a mill is just as moral as the executive in its board meeting, provided that both work on grounds of objective reality and perform their roles to the best of their ability.

Objectivism stands to look at reality objectively; without emotional or sentimental hang-ups. Not from a “certain” point of view, but from an objective view. When we look at reality from an objective point, we see it for what it is, not what it means to us or what it would lead to. What is right is right and what is wrong is wrong. Anything is either black or white but never both. Objectivity helps you trace the white out of the black in the so-called gray. In life, there does not exist a gray or middle ground. It only exists when we look at situations from our own or some other viewpoint and not an objective one. A life lived by reality, in all its honesty, is a moral life. The one’s who pretend or help anyone else to pretend are the one’s escaping the reality and what it stands for. The one who pretends is the one wishing for reality to be different and wronging oneself in the process.

Man must stop existing and start living. Happiness is the only moral code. But unearned happiness is the original sin. Even through the centuries, we have been taught this. Eve was punished for eating the apple without doing anything to deserve its bite. She believed that her mere existence in the garden granted her the right to its fruits. However trade, benefit and happiness needs to be earned and deserved, not asked or wanted. Your wanting or desiring something does not entitle you to its ownership. The world moves by your ideas, converted into actions and not your desires without any effort. Therefore, stop asking for things and start working to deserve them. Birth does not entitle you to a life.