Wednesday, 5 August 2015

Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - Part 2

Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - Part 2: To the artist It is time, to gather those thoughts into articulate and simple terms. It is time. Time to let go of those old patterns and...

Conversations with Catharsis - Part 2

To the artist

It is time, to gather those thoughts into articulate and simple terms. It is time. Time to let go of those old patterns and put in the hours needed to materialize your dreams. For you my friend, might not be anything if you aren't many things, for you specialize in being generally gifted. However turn away from this claim of 'creations'. You've always been more interested in telling a story with colors, with sounds and music, with movements, with stillness and with your imagination. Here's a question though: When all your faculties came from some place and all the functions they deliver have been predestined; then what exactly have you ever 'created'? You haven't, you've just found a new way to put circles in lines and lining up the circles. We found these unique things, a unique state of something which is present in that given moment; then we just reproduce it. We aren't creating anything my friend we're explorers, travelers even wanderers; showing the world from this lens and then that one. Serving at most as a medium, but not the real thing; we're just a word to the wise.

 To the song 

You move me when I listen to you, your melody and rhythms that tend to hit the right notes. Then from my ears to my eyes you form images; materializing that universal language into objects so fundamentally simple to understand. The percussion that I feel in my heart that tries to follow you around like you're a long lost friend calling me back to that childhood home and the yard that never ran out of interest. After that its just me, my intoxication and dance! Yes! dance I will, till the beat stays true and until the truth is this beat. Some say that you are a tool of evil, that you actually deviate people from the Ultimate thought and distract them to yourself because they don't know better. Well, I know you and I know that Thought. All I've got to say is that; if my focus on the Everlasting was deviated by something so infinitesimal in degree of comparison; I'd never leave the house. You are beautiful, but it is us that make you that way; for without heed you are just noise in space or just a space in the confusion of noise.


Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - part 1

Perspective Inn: Conversations with Catharsis - part 1: To the criminal You weren't joking when you said that you are complicated. Its true, you are complex; but that doesn't mean you a...

Saturday, 25 July 2015

Conversations with Catharsis - part 1

To the criminal

You weren't joking when you said that you are complicated. Its true, you are complex; but that doesn't mean you are advanced. You are a paradox many times a day, but that does not mean you are interesting. You're out of the ordinary; but that doesn't mean that you are extraordinary. For what you are, is what you act upon and that would be great if you had control. If only you had control over the moments where you are feeding on the fire in your belly externalizing it; exposing it to those who've trusted you to be around. Slow down, or you'll burn out your resources too quick; like a candle lit on both ends. You need to calm this storm that is rooted in the right places but fruits at the wrong ones. It's true, you are dislocated you are decentralized and you are in pieces. Unify, breathe, exhale and try to rehearse your moments because 'winging it'; no longer has its wings.

To the witness 

I was there, just next to you but you didn't see me. I saw you though, I saw you see. You are the lowest grade of faith because you witness only to contemplate, not to contribute. Now you are here, to present your testimony; but that doesn't change anything because you could have stopped the criminal. Seeing is believing, so you better believe that the wrongdoing you've witnessed is already a testimony of what you neglected. Be gone! because accountability has already been allocated.

To love 

I know your gracious, kind, warm, wise and faithful. For you are what is right with me but then sometimes I am the only thing that is wrong with you. I really hope you're larger than I am, because if my struggle with you is inevitable; I'll choose to loose every time because you are indeed a blessing and I am too uncertain to be anything. I'm not saying I'm worth the choice; I'm not even saying that I am remotely eligible. All I am saying is that I love to try, I try to love; in my own fallible and broken way. Do me a favor if you can, I know its a lot to ask but; stick around. Because all of the pieces come together in audience when you show yourself. Stay near, so I can materialize and stay because once I do become whole again; you're the first I want to introduce myself to.


Friday, 28 November 2014

Perspective Inn: dusk on wood

Perspective Inn: dusk on wood: a wooden house  whistling lonely on wint...

dusk on wood

a wooden house 
whistling lonely on winter's eve 
inviting dusk habitually 

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Perspective Inn: A child

Perspective Inn: A child: He is always there, watching with his curiosity and dreams through the man he has become, it's what I used to be and what I will always...

A child

He is always there, watching with his curiosity and dreams through the man he has become, it's what I used to be and what I will always be in those moments of time. Sometimes these moments get displaced and the bliss comes back when I experience something greater than monotony which tells me that this was an age that will resonate throughout my life. I do not know if it is true, but in my belief everyone carries the persona of themselves as a child throughout their lives and it comes to life here and there. So, children are not only our future but our own link to a past that almost everyone cherishes. 
Everyone is different in their innocence, in their tantrums, in their joy and in that playfulness that helps us let go. I love looking at expressions that come upon a child's face when one explores everything around, as it is one of the most original things you will see in this world. That feeling of freedom rooting from limited understanding of complexities in life and the earth will always live on. Fearlessness of consequence as that bit of impatience makes you forget that there's still quite a bit of the road still lying ahead of you. 
I think though, as we grow we become mature in understanding how we need to keep life on an even keel. However it's weird how much fun a bit of spontaneity can bring, part of which has to be from that uncertainty of direction coupled with that feeling in your gut when you speed down a hill. When I look at a child I take a lot of interest because they tell you a lot about yourself. That 6 year old version of yourself is still peeking through from behind the curtains as the more grown up memories and ambitions carry out debate over your next step. Call him into the room, he might surprise the adults with his childish ingenuity. 

Thursday, 20 November 2014


We live and we feel based on what circumstances bring us mixed with whatever memory and insight we can fathom. The core of the human condition is complex because there are so many choices that have to be made every single moment. Think about it. Right now, your heart is making sure that blood supply reaches wherever its needed along with a thousand other things. The breathing reflex makes sure that you have enough oxygen in that blood to be carried to organs that need it. These are a couple of choices that our autonomic systems make for us without us even knowing, because its a big load off your plate. Some say that love is such a choice, I say that if there's a choice involved then it isn't love at all.
A lot of people in science identify love as being a projection of what you feel when a certain chemical is released in your body and the same kind of definition applies to happiness. For most, these two go hand in hand and why wouldn't they? when you think you are in love you feel that the object of your affection has brought a new color to the world, you feel high on that feeling and you want to keep that person around because of the way you feel. So basically our love is two fold to say the least. It's about how we feel from the beloved's presence and how they take upon the personification of perfection. At least until a realistic challenge slaps you back into the tug and pull of your mind and  you realize that love has various forms.
So, the people that choose to be in love because of a list that they like to check off in their minds will very quickly fall out of love when reality bites. Then there's the lust which can drive feelings of passion but that's usually gone after a couple of mornings, because humans are filled with base needs that fulfill themselves to give way to higher thinking. So what's the different between love and passion? well Love is the destination and passion is more like a mini roller coaster ride within that destination. Affection, compromise, submission, intellectual simulation and even anger are all little islands that make up the country called love. It's a grand concept, and it has to be a lot bigger than yourself if you truly want to know what it is to love.
Back to what I said. If there's a choice involved, then it's not love because you have to fall by jumping over the hurdle that you call your 'self'; so it has to be bigger than you. Choice goes out the window when you decide to surpass yourself because the fundamental ability to choose your Beloved is compromised as you cannot make a selection when you do not have a self. So, you love because  you are privileged with it or because you got very very lucky. It's about giving, not receiving. About being mesmerized and finally seeing that it is this process of totally loosing yourself which makes you a better you. You are in love because you aspire to be anything you have to be because it is the process of this 'being' that gives you that feeling of nirvana and complete satisfaction. You don't make it happen, it makes you happen.

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Hello world, again

It's been a while, since I sat down and looked within to see what's up. Of course the flow of the poetry and spontaneous outbursts of rap continue. But this inquisitive nature that fuels my writing is just insatiable sometimes. I'm not a very big reader, in fact if I sit among well read people I usually don't know half the books they talk about. However, I do read; I read the signposts of time as we move through the highway of mortality. I browse through the endless thoughts that surface on people's faces for one second or another and that image sticks with me for a few seconds and then kind of evaporates leaving behind an impression that I'l discover later. Another thing I like to read, is myself. 

Most people go through life without having to complicate things, But what do you do when the processes that make you creative are all wrapped around the complexities of understanding the surroundings? Well, it doesn't mean that everything has to be harder than it is for you than others. All it means is that the lens that you are looking through is a medium that sees that phenomenon in a light that is either not the shortest distance from one point to another, or its so wild and original that people just walk by it thinking it's not how its supposed to be. 

That's the thing! who decides how its supposed to be?  A caliphate, a democracy, a tech-driven world of automation or a hermit's paradise where the quite does all the talking? In my opinion, we weren't meant to decide how something is supposed to be. Ever heard the line 'life is a roller coaster, you've just gotta ride it'? Well ya! but everybody experiences the ride differently and that experience tells you whether it was worth it. 

That worth will then make you reflect on your direction and its just how we are; because the only thing we have any degree of control over, is ourselves. Of course, we relinquish this control on the basis of Love, hate, anger, insecurities, fear, misinterpretation and about a million other reasons. Ever think what 'control' actually means? To me, it means that for the foreseeable future if you are able to control an element/factor and the environment around it as well as its own behavior; it means that Alas! you are in control. Science comes to mind doesn't it? but its based on what we know today and not yesterday or tomorrow or two feet from where you are standing or even in a different timeline, so that's kind of out of control ain't it? 

So basically, life and the world is happening on so many apparent and subliminal levels that even if you were in total awareness of it with full knowledge you'd see that chaos is a better controller than the most precise of machines. I'm not saying that putting things in order and organizing them is a small task, and not taking anything away from the world of technology we live in today. I'm just saying that core awareness is without the ability to subjugate 100% to another will without having some serious repercussions.

So here it is, today's message is: 

"Try not to change others by taking control but empowering them with kindness"

Tuesday, 26 March 2013

A turn to roots

It's been an interesting journey this one, trying to find my center. Now, I know when I'm writing these things that most are wondering if it's a huge waste of time to keep looking inside when there's so much going on outside. I mean life's short and the reality is that most of us are just looking to save up some cash so that they don't end up in that muddy and sticky left lane of life. Yeah, I'm like that too; for about 12 hours a day and then it gets kind of old because honestly if I were to end up a man of little means I would still be better off then a rich man who doesn't know much of what anything means (yeah I've met a few of those, it's like looking at cardboard! For real!). So, in all of this; I wanted to find my true, raw, spirited and at times extravagant self. By the end of the day I had my first piece of writing in the language of my parents and their parents. 

I'm not really good in Punjabi, and I wouldn't admit it if you met me in person but I don't what it is about this language that just excites me. May be it's the genes at play here, and although it took me a bigger part of life to discover this very basic part of myself I feel like I've always known it. I know, blah blah blah right? but if you think about it it's a pretty important little part of life to come to terms with where you come from as opposed to how you turned out and how this person today relates to that prepackaged part of personality that we all bring to the party.

I know, cryptic right? well good! because that's what I always go for. In my opinion true beauty in anything will come in depths for those who like to think. Those who don't, should keep running after fast cars and fast tracks. Usually, we just look at a thing and think "what's in it for me?", but there's a problem with that almost reflex thinking; it's that we aren't meant to be customers in life. Customers try to put true worth in the product depending on what they are able to fathom; buying into the meaning of something that's created by someone else. Which is fine for purchases, but life is more like a trade or a hard sell at times; you can't put a price on experience and you can't sell yourself (not for a profit anyways) if you don't know your own worth.

Wednesday, 13 March 2013

Faithless endeavor

The diversion in religion doesn't explain 
The animalistic rage of a revenge humane...

Aggression has no faith no eyes no soul 
The only trait in anger is that it's out of control... 

The soldiers and the leaders may find this strange
You've already fallen when you strike to cause pain... 

Monday, 25 February 2013

Point of few

The monotony in bigotry, a sky that thunders in blasphemy
The rage of ideological rivalry, a stage stampede of mockery...
For the classics didn't meet, standards of the material fleet
Dim results of flattery, characters assembled in a toy factory...

Monday, 11 February 2013

The Maverick introspection

Well it's been a while since I sat down to write something; since I've tried to spark a flame inside a world full of treasures and yet in darkness. The thing about being unorthodox and proclaiming uniqueness is that opinions seen on a scale of time, matter and motion are more like gas particles rather then solids. Which means that change is always happening outside and people whiz by you from so many different angles in so many different moments that your impression on the world becomes frozen in a series of first and last impressions. So, what I'm trying to say is that only those that can stand still with you in a moment will truly know what your nature is; which is a fraction of the connections we make. 

In short given one instant in time, you are changing as well as your impression on the world while the opinions that make up your outer social circle are ever changing. Yet despite of all this, we feel the need to change the pace or the direction of our lives; which brings me back to the topic of this post "maverick introspection". It's important that the rebel inside of you gets a voice, because a silent rebel carries more dynamite. After all the survival instinct inside of us relies heavily on this erratic side of us. 

It's good to be back here, and I hope I'll get easier to read as we go along :) 

Tuesday, 1 January 2013


Two thousand and thirteen, I wonder what conspiracy theories remain to be seen. 
Happy thoughts and birthday cards, I wish you all realization of your dreams... 

If you ask me about what has been, I'm vouching for truths without extremes
I'm supporting changes without cages, piece together peace in two thousand thirteen...