Simone Weil

There is nothing I want as much as I want to live on my own. 

Make my own plans, make my own decisions and live my own little unimportant piddly little life.

I want to be able to think about Simone Weil.

Just to think, 

I love life more than anything else in the world,

I mean obviously, is there anything else really to it?

Prophets

Praise be to prophets 

who told us that this day was to come

When we are struck silent by what is going on,

the prophets speak

for us

Were the prophets talking about the time gone by?

Or about what was to come?

Or about time eternal...

I do not know, but what they saw

Is unfolding in front of our eyes today

And we are struck silent,

But they speak 

for us

Praise be. 

Eat

Some days are so empty, that you want to eat all the books around you,

chew each page slowly

bite into the cover and chew it slowly too

just eat them all to fill this insatiable hollow 

Morning ritual

I woke up pretty early for my standards today. It was not a quiet morning at all. Too much noise everywhere, I'd say. Made by people who mean business. Busybodies. Everybodies.

Cleaning this or that. Mending this and that.  

Writing, studying, speaking. 

And even making art. 

When you watch the world go by as you are supine, your thoughts tend to take this route. The only way out of this whirlpool that threatens to destroy everything that mankind ever was or will be, is to sit up and throw back the curtains. I say this from experience and this is probably one of the many unsolicited pieces of advice that you will get from me, if you care to stay on. 

As for me, I am fine with this thought process as long as I can lie around for a few more minutes. Just a few...

This time when my eyes open it is noon. Quite a ripe and ready time of the day to jump out of bed, I'd say. Sheepish, but thirsting for life again. 

  

A world without compassion is like a gas chamber. India, unfortunately, has become a huge gas chamber. There was no way it would not have come to this. We are a society based on such deep divisions. And all these years, we really did not care. 

At this moment, we are all indulging in a shouting match and some of us have found a focus to pin the blame on. Our government. The government of the time is a symptom of the disease we have had. It is not the disease. 

Art

 All the greats felt that it is art that makes this insufferable life tolerable. But what happens if human loses the ability to create art?

I am beginning to believe that is already happening. We are so full of misery that we are unable to lift our head out of this bucket of tears to be even able to see and hear, so to create is simply out of the question. 

Everything is a blur. 

  

Let this be

We fling our opinions at each other as if they were stones,

meant to draw blood 

Let us please place our opinions gently at each others' doors,

Like flowers 

That anyone who opens the door is welcome to accept 

There are so many wild flowers growing all around that no one brings home,

But they grow, and flourish away in the sun.