Friday, July 29, 2011

Sunday, July 24, 2011

False Values!

Seconds,
the ongoing seconds,
the false sense of eternity generated out of continuity,

And there is a value to continuity,
and there is a desire for eternity,
false, yet, exist that timeless desire for eternity!

That false value!

Seconds rushing one after the other,
seconds create with pain,
the false sense of eternity
and crush with anguish,
any desire for eternity in any single moment,
for it goes out of existence, the moment the continuity is recognized!

There is a false value to continuity,
for the pain of passing seconds is its only eternal quality!

Time is a hopeless thing when the desire to be is demolished due to its passing!


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Terrified!

The moon, yellow and painful,
The pain that expands in yellow,

The moon, bounded and feverish,
The fever that pushes boundaries,

The moon, confident and terrifying,
The terror that breaks confidence,

This feverish moon that terrifies me with pain,
Just look at this moon!


Sunday, July 17, 2011

Haunted Dreams!

Why did I let it be?
Why did I care, why did I cry, why did I cave in, why didn't I care?
Why?

The why that has forcefully occupied my reality,
this never-ending why,
is now haunting my dreams!


Saturday, July 09, 2011

Shadow (I)

The ironic duality of our earthly existence: the sun has no shadows, yet it is the creator of many shadows!


Thursday, July 07, 2011

Crumbs!

For years, cookies were a usual scenery on my coffee table, and there were always crumbs all over the place. I hated crumbs.

Today happy that I have seen no crumbs for some time, I realized there are no cookies!

The living room was shiny, the tea was bitter, and I was alone!



Friday, July 01, 2011

Pausing on History

"There was nothing else to do but work seriously and devotedly, struggle for food, see friends quietly, and look forward to freedom."* I was reading Frances Morris's Paris Post War, Art and Existentialism 1945-55 that I arrived at this quotation by Picasso. I paused. I had to. How could I miss the historical similarities between what we are going through today and the historical accounts of WWII.

Today, not so far from Europe, in Syria, Egypt, Libya, China, Iran, and in many other countries under oppressive totalitarian regimes, artists, intellectuals, thinkers, people, are under similar conditions. Our contemporary experiences of working under oppression is similar and yet different from what Picasso described in 1940s. It is different for the simple fact that today we have access to the accounts of WWII and the postwar era. Today we can allow ourselves to be more hopeful in our fight against oppression.

Picasso was among a few artists who did not leave Europe during the dark years of the Second World War. His descriptions, poetic or factual, unique or collective, have recorded an experience of a sensitive mind, a mind worthy of remembering. For us too, There is nothing else to do, but to work seriously... and look forward to freedom!



*Picasso, The Recent Years: 1939-1946, H. and S. Janis, p.4