Hell, it's been long..

Houdini was home.

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Everything Burns

Everything burns: or so says Heath Ledger in ‘The Dark Knight’; but come to think of it, it does seem so. Today, I can honestly say that I have seen bridges burn, hearts burn, souls and thoughts burn, in all these years that I have lived. I have seen love come alive, but I have also seen love die, I have seen hate sow seeds and I have seen children take birth in a hungry and loveless world.

They say love can save you, but it can also break your heart. But it has also been said that love can’t save you from your fate. We all love, we want, we need – sometimes the need leads to ‘fake love’ and sometimes ‘real love’ leads to the need. But somewhere it all turns physical, not the ‘sublime, spiritual, over-the-top’ feeling that ‘peddlers of love goodies’ propagate. As I have come to realize over the course of time, modern-day adult relationships have an acute element of ‘need’ attached to them; we befriend people because they serve a need, we get intimate with others because they serve a need, not to mention the scepter of shallow but ‘important’ professional relationships – I call this ‘pragmatic parasitism’ or ‘suitable sycophancy’.

Our urban existences have become so lifeless and loveless, so difficult, so complex and so plain bizarre. Love has crossed over to the domain of practicality, brought along with it business-like transactional aspects and bound our hearts and souls in ‘reason’; bitter clouds that only bring black rain down to color our thoughts in stygian shades of the misunderstood. Our relationships have become transient, our attitudes have become shallow, being ‘cool’ is more important than being true or original. Being heard is better than listening, being richer is more important than being content, running is more important than catching your breath. No wonder that leaves us all with ample room for guilt, inadequacy and a feeling of not having that ‘something’.

I feel like a fox crying about sour grapes after writing this; talk about lamentations…

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Dog Jew

You will only think about yourself
Just so that no one sees the way I do
Strangers alone do not need to feel welcome
To see me breathing, is not to aid the decay in your’s
See the smell and smell the distrust
Stranger then fiction for sure
If not truer than reality

There is something free
Only if you can buy me out
Of a toy shop that satisfies
An urge to possess or despise
The wealth of the flower
The wealth of another
Leads to deceit of the Dog Jew

The world through the eyes of the failed
Smile at the divine
While the breakdown of wills
Match the tune of murder
All alike, all abide
Beating down the will
Of the Dog Jew

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