Wednesday 26 August 2015

Legendary Ambivalence..

the golden hands stands outstretched…
the embrace of darkness crisp lies patiently in waiting…
the words of coolness are thrown around with delightful breaths..
of absurdity merriful…
it is no longer important to be born under a flag..
or belonging to  a constitution of phrases important….
like the sun...the needless oppression of convenience..
has become as daily feature of our normal existence…
just like the morning newspaper..
we glance through and throw it…
to be someone else's miserable sustenance..
and be ambivalent..upto the point of anarchy deliberate..
to just run around things…
with quite censured silence..

The kings and queens go on playing their wicked games..
the influential keep on continuing their monopolies..
on realms of change…
the dishes lie unwashed..
with a zillion questions..
and a thousand stains..
never ever to be redeemed..
by the conscience of honesty and righteousness….
it's all become so acceptable..
just like  the blunt service of an unvisited restaurant..
only the place and the date keeps on moving..
some protest..
more actions…
riot gas here..
bullets of lead over there..
here there everywhere..
North, south , east or West..
or even at the centre..
the same film keeps on repeating..
like a thread infinite..
of the same color….
beheadings somewhere..
a few disappearances noted…
ready to become the juicy headline..
of the next day’s front page..
like the vagaries of emotions simple..
like the ritual practised with dogmatic strictness..
without any alterations inclusive..
and all this goes on…
while many a smiles are muted for ever..
and many a thought..
killed..
even before they are  ever incepted…
its just too predictable..
to be even categorized as instances of randomness..
we all…
the youth and the adults of the age of tweets..
keep on slumbering with your eyelids shut..
and our sixth senses turn off..
and with ambivalence of proportions epic..
so legendary that one could gets awards..
for such an perfect act of intentional ignorance..
if such an accolade was ever created..
by any big corporation or guild exalted…
so we all rush forward..
with not a exhalation wasted…
and embrace in the brightness..
of so many visuals of varied gold and amber..
and watch 24/7 the cranage of burned crimson…
and lost voices….
of precision strikes..
and kills celebrated..
of evangelical prayers..
and heavenly punishments..
of Gods paraded in veils of a trillion different pixels..
of smoke and rubble being projected..
through the lenses worth more than ..
a chestful of gems…
and we all feel at empathy..
now with the unshown tears..
of the invisible faces..
but with our own demented psychos…
that feel immense pleasure..
in at least resonating with that naked compilation
of unchecked coercion and violence ..
titillated by the obscene scenes ..
of uncontrolled destruction…
and tainted often..
by our one contrived judgements..
which define and clearly deliminate ..
particular categories..
for efficient extermination…
our concerns ..
for not what is wasted…
in terms of visions or horizons…
of for what if forever lost to our universe..
in terms of potential or imaginations..
but rather they are much more concerned..
with how politically compliant you are…
correctness in every memory….
acceptance in every urge…
obedience in every act of both impression and expression..
the seasons of such unchallenged repression…
continue month after month..
year after year…
one era followed by the next…
an atmosphere of ambivalence monstrous …..
sets in with twisted ideas..
and contrived principles….
even the wisest samaritans…
succumb into the temptation..
of following through the easy way…
with a biased accommodation to one out of the many…
divergent perceptions …
closed to any sort of justified trepidation…
timid for universal free speech…
numbed to faces diverse of ceaseless exploitation….
such have the days and nights now become…
that a voice is no longer..
revered as  the initiation of new processes..
a beginning of new things..
and outpouring of rationality unique…
rather it is viewed as an intransigent..
rude, malicious harassment ..
of the luxurious times of blinding convenience…
and drunken comfort…..
and all are becoming used…
to the slow and deliberate murder…
of truth and positions…
while blood is wasted..
in quantities immeasurable….
and souls are entombed…
even before they get a chance..
for some visionary flirtation…
we go on..
living in our glass houses…
going through our transient joys…
sacrificing our intimate consciousness…
covering up our enchanting immodesty ..
being moral to created convictions…
but becoming amoral…
to universal realities…
such legendary ambivalence..
with regard to an genocide..
so connived and sophisticated ..
has never been seen before…
no one’s sentiments are hurt therefore…
for silences embrace the last tears…
of disruptive anarchy…
even before they ever get a chance..
to spoil our complacent naps..
and temporal lives of deceptive decadence..
with any long lasting effect or influence…
and we all zombies…
look on the carnage..
with innocent pretence….
and shallow remonstrations…
forgetting that pretty soon…
our turn will come next…
in this ongoing olympics…
of merciless uprooting…
of blessed futures…

My thoughts..


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