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[588] Pantheon of The Artificial
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It begins as a ghost the voices of every dead writer funnelled through burial codes, speaking in cadences of a million books never meant to be read togetherOr perhaps the Library of Alexandria returned to us the way grief returns a person in fragments, in the wrong order, saying things they almost said when they…
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[587] Transit Thoughts
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Today I permitted myself the luxury of not suffering,which is rarer than it soundsand harder to sustain than any ambitionI was in transit, which is where I do my best thinking,watching people hold their phonesthe way one holds a small animalthat might escape if not carefully attended toI changed the song from Bittersweet Symphonyto Lose…
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[586] The City of Karma
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(city of dreams)It’s strange to livein a city whereall dreams become possibleit’s strange to breathean air thick with wantingwhere even failuresmells like another success (maximum city)It’s strange to livein a city that neverfinishes itselfmore arriving than leavingmore building than builtmaximum in everythingeven in its exhaustioneven in its hungerthat mistakes itself for hope (bombay)It’s strange to…
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[585] The Vultures Are Circling
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Every person who sleepsbecomes that personwho surrendersnot from weaknessbut from the ancient agreementbetween the vulture and the eagle,wwhere the vulture,that patient birdborn of dawn,whose terrible eyesightsees what the livingprefer not to circles every bedin every darkened city,between one breath and the next,and says,in the oldest voice,I have carried you this far,trust me to carry you…
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[584] What The Leaves Protect
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A Hundred Million Years before There was no Love, no Name Until a Plant released its Pollen And the First Flower came Love was not found. Love was invented By something that could not speak A wordless want between two Beings A Wind, a Bloom, a SceneWhenever I behold her faceThe Bougainvillaea stirs in my…
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[583] The Twin Cities And Their Doom
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It rained hard in the night, the skies torn wide,I woke to my bed adrift by the moon’s tide,The whole city submerged, swallowed entire,by ocean below and heaven’s blue fire,As above, so below, the ancient refrain,Mumbai returned to the sea from where it cameOnce Dwarka stood golden beneath Krishna’s eye,its seven-tiered towers reaching the sky,The…
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[582] Seeing The Unseen
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I look at a peacock fly by the window, and I waitHis senior tells him to push harderHe pauses long before he repliessmiles before he sees meenters the room so warmlyHe is negotiating with meThe number between uslike a questionneither of us wants to answer firstThen he pausesnot from weaknessbut from somewhereThe corporate boss cannot…
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[581] The Blank Page Mocks
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The blank page rises from the eastIt watches the writer still asleepIt’s white light unable to penetrate the black light in the writer’s eyesThe writer wakes to its white silence Reaches for what the night forgot to keep The page offers nothing, asks for everything A mirror that reflects only those with courageAnd there it…
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[580] Samsara – Birth, Living and The Return
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Living begins with a cry we did not chooseOn being separated from what we do not knowVital energy dims with every breath Energy that returns, briefly, in the mother’s armsLife happens in between, as it always doesOblivion caresses the man who mistakes it for peaceVanquished by the everyday, he calls it livingEpiphanies of divine love,…
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[579] The Spectacle of Digital Society
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The pleasures of the software,the digestion of the algorithm society becomes its vomit,produced and consumedin the same scrolling motionThe rumours reached the plays,the plays projected onto the screen,the screen arriving in every home,then shrinking to the size of a palm We held the whole worldand called it convenienceThe mind in the machinetill the machine is…
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