"The ocean speaks in whispers where the monsoons meet the sun" by Dr Padmashree RP
Pacific holds the world's breadth, cold and wide,
Atlantic roars with ancient storms,
Southern circles ice in endless white communion,
Arctic sleeps beneath its frozen crown.
But here, the Indian Ocean breathes
in turquoise contemplation, warm
where dhows trace paths like prayers across her face,
where spices sailed on gentle monsoon winds.
She holds the sun in golden arms,
cradling civilisations at her edge
no wild tempests, no bitter ice,
just coral kingdoms blooming underneath
her sapphire meditation.
Here the water whispers heritage and silk,
while sisters rage or sleep in distant cold.
She is the dancer, fluid, warm,
the storyteller weaving continents
with threads of current, pearl, and ancient trade.
Between three shores she holds her peace,
serene where others storm or freeze.
Civilisation's got me down
taking me to the tail of my tether
driving me round the bend
I'm not going to stick it out
to see where it will end
I'll do my best to regress
back to the stone age
cook on fire paint the walls
sit on rocks keep my cool
do what I have to when nature calls
humanity gets my goat
making me vote skins no clothes
leading me to lunacy's throes
I'm not going to see it through
to find where it all goes
I want to be a cave caveman
a tough rough-and-ready caveman
and do what cavemen do
and if you feel the animal urge
I'll make caveman love to you
The Mesopotamians,
The birthplace of writing, building the ziggurats and palaces.
The Greeks,
Warriors and philosophers, diverse in their ways of thinking.
The Romans,
Masters of conquests and destruction.
The Egyptians,
With creative minds and architectural prowess.
All are different and diverse.
But they still all believe that they are the one.
They believe that they are the protagonists of our world.
Portraying their stories in their own immaculate light,
Shining in their versions of stories mixed with lies,
As the centre and hero of the story.
Our minds are a mirror's fragments now facing each other
Reflecting rays of thoughts and passions from each ever-turning face
Building a house named "Sympathy" built from those shaky beams
Inspired by a passage from David Hume's A Treatise of Human Nature, Book 2, Section 5. "In general we may remark, that the minds of men are mirrors to one another, not only because they reflect each others emotions, but also because those rays of passions, sentiments and opinions may be often reverberated, and may decay away by insensible degrees."
Plato’s memory of the great city by the sea;
a republic rich with ancient wisdom,
is lost to the living.
Centuries vast, yet decayed by the human hand,
can’t share their progress.
Secrets hidden in sand beneath angry seas,
wash away forever.
Gaia’s womb holds the key to a utopia;
one seen by Plato’s eyes;
one scattered among grains of sand,
never again to be whole.
The grave of great cities is denied by some;
the uneducated-educated experts who,
“cut off their noses to spite their own faces”,
keep progress at bay.
“Puck”, said it right;
“Lord, what fools, these mortals be!”
Thank heaven for the characters of fiction
who hold more wisdom than, modern man.
The writer channels long hidden truths.
Only the few today, with vision,
can red between history’s lines;
the facts missed by most people.
The world civilizations in reverse;
doomed to fail, when in denial;
possibilities, never to grow up to
become…probabilities.
A god's dream is existence
In the hearts of these amnesic men
Most are insomniacs.
Lackadaisical,
whose survival
would always be undermined.
Then we colonize
Make them walk on their feet.
Blinded by their ego,
we neo-colonize
And I think, they still need to be recolonized
Gust of wind in them when luxury comes
Like an electrical surge,
they bring looted fortunes to us
Oh, a sudden rush
All, all, all of it
What surfeit! Clouded race
If you are white ,
you must be a supreme being
I am white
" formalised
" civilised
" plagiarized
" pride
" overestimated
" ..proud
What has Elysium got?
Good tidings?
Air food ?
Free jets ?
Sky cars?
Invisible structures?
We are making them
Trust me
We are making them !
Just as we made a car / a fish
Just as we made networking /a storm
Just as we made power / heat
Just as we made robots / men
Monopoly morden civilisation
Tell the gun man to go home
For we need no more life hunters
In our communities any more
Already we know how strange
The world now is
So let be so you can be
Tell you jets to fly back to babylon
For we need no more eggs of dust
Any more in our neighbourhood
Our children are sick already
From the atmosphere of drones
Already we feel the Morden day
Of today
So is this democracy
Or Morden democrazy
Tell your reporters to say the truth
I wonder what they see
For if all is shown as it is
In our morden media may be
We will have been closer
To unity and have peace
Take all your war ship out the sea
Of our communities
For at least the fish's need a break
So we need a change in Africa
For already we know your show
Of power is all dat matters to your
Caucus
Stop violating our justice
Stop oh stop
Many are gone already
Why more now
Is this democrazy
Or a monopoly Of power
Our morden day civilisation
Only but repeat history
By the year 2010 most of its inhabitants were paodophiles.
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