art · Beauty · Philosophy · Poetry · poetry in motion

The love taste

Here I chew the gourd of love

a bitter sweet left in the mouth

which was less than a poison

for love was benighted king

of Romeo’s romance which

was a lark for Julliet’s sake



an idea to chew the pain is

one thing and to die for the

startling queen is quiet the

other that kills the silence

as if done to pieces the apple

of the adam in a crude haste

and to be quite over the coffee

as the whole populace is

celebrating  Easter.

art · Philosophy · Poetry

An arty soul

One rose was full of perfume that She fainted in her own arms

as if perfume had undone the airs of her form


She plucked the song from a twig of her perfumed memory

as if it was her sixteenth birthday stirring two decades


She hesitated with the thought inducing coffee

as if it was her two decades gone on cloud nine


She blew a whistle to dig out the unconscious mind

as if a thousand clouds like herself were hidden beneath the thought


She gave up the final chase of a pretty job

as if her hidden thoughts have found the little Buddha


She didn’t give up the Buddha then


art · Poetry · Psychology

Method Acting

Being a zombie is a byword for a shy actor who assumes method to pose an artiste’s makeover with voice on hold like restraining flippant phone number

He acts all the time with techniques of a mechanical response to an answering machine and induces visions  without having LSD , breaking free with James Dean or like Elvis Presley dance number.

art · Beauty · Philosophy · poetry in motion

Hazardous days

In these hazardous days,

even air is empty of life,

like the soul of love,

which drinks water from the fountains,

in the wild heavens running with milky dew,

and nudges me in the elbow to belie,

what I have got,

an existence,

In essence,the winds blow,

and the air shuns its emptiness,

what is life?

A crossbed of desires,

to shake the mountains,

and in return embed,

it’s signature-

A dark temptation

art · Philosophy · poetry in motion

The Red Skies

I was born in Russia with a twist for the tale of love,

who would elope every now and then in the zone of war,

It was never a silent place to leave the kids home alone,

and venture on the streets to stalk the police like a ranger,

with a monkey-head and piercing eyes, the skies are redder,

and redder with the writer hardly saying anything he wants,

while the scientist wants freedom from the moribund earth,

The war has its own hero and its own zone which succors power,

in the hands of the privileged, who let the dogs out, he asks?

Champagne on the ice in a dilapidated bar which sans a singer,

There is scaffold looming large for those who see red skies,

and demand a zone of their own they could have fought the war,

with Nazis on doling out life to those who swap fear with fearsome,

Till Charlie switched on the TV for the war to end and damn it never ended.



art · Beauty · Philosophy · poetry in motion

The Powerbroker

In  boding love lives a lifespan of Powerbroker,

Who aligns with life at its foot hold,

And deign nothing more than the luck that portends,

itself as becoming a laughing stock in the association,

Of Italian saints now celebrating their existence,

in a bar readily cherishing  the material of love song,

that  he sang in mortuary the day her beloved died,

and to reconcile the fate to film on the screen,

where Hero lies and lies about truth of gravity,

That nothing binds him to the girl in spotted frock,

who frolicked like an angel in the arms of a devil,

half representing the work of  a Philosopher,

Daring to control the engine of poetic machinery,

stop-gaping now and then varied thorns among roses,

that he picked the rose and had decorated her hair.

art · God · Metaphysics · Philosophy · poetry in motion

What it is to be an artist or a scientist?

Good is pleasure.

Good is knowledge.

So here we study how reality settles in an individual.

Either you seek pleasure or you seek knowledge.

The pleasure of flesh is the basic materialistic entity of kind

while the knowledge is idealistic in nature.

To opt from the two is the challenge for a man who could be an artist, scientist or a thinker.

The artist would seek the pleasure of the senses while scientist opt for knowledge.

Next whether the dominant thought is of experience or an idea, we further classify the artist as an empiricist who learns from the experience and so does the scientist.

A scientist could be an idealist empiricist while artist could be an empiricist materialist.

Both artist and scientist seek the good.

So we come to morality and in sense to God in seeking the true nature and determining  what an artist and a scientist does.  Their karma! Their actions!

So further artist could be an atheist or theist. So it defines his ethics in society thus determining his reality and freedom. So what is real for an artist: a pleasure seeker who defines pleasure as the basic good and he could be an atheist or theist thus redefining his  degree of freedom. If he believes in God thus giving up his freedom to the supreme thought , he is seeking reality through what he believes in, though as  a moralistic pleasure seeker.

On the other hand an idealist scientist could be an atheist and declare the creation as without any creator like Stephen Hawking.

So the basic idea of turning to morality is to self govern oneself and seek freedom from what others do to him. He is not morally obliged to devote any special consideration to any thing or any person as far as he is morally correct and thus seeks freedom in society from owning anything , any person or any idea an affiliation. Mortality makes the man free. Thus he seeks reality in society which could though be illusionary in nature.

To measure the illusion of the world, the individual then turns to the ideas of soul and God which to many are unknowable because the illusion of the world hides such ideas from an individual.

So in a reaction to illusionary nature of the world, the individual forsakes the God and soul to become an atheist while the others may embrace the ideas of Soul and God as knowable though the divine.

So what we have in the end is an individual seeking reality through his proclivity to what he chooses, pleasure or knowledge while either could lead to the doors of divine, knowledge is recommended way as it would rid individual of any conflict.

This is the reason why an artist seeks the conflict as he seeks pleasure to know God.