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My Broken Skull

My Broken Skull

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When I open the windows of my skull, 

The glasses of my consciousness are broken,

The cracks on the glasses, are my ideologies,

And they sometimes, LET THE LIGHT ENTER .

And it wakes my sleeping being,

Who is hiding from the SOCIAL CONTRACTS, COLLECTIVE HYPOCRISIES. SYNTHETIC ENLIGHTENMENT, DEAD DEMOCRACIES.

CREATIVE LYING, MORAL MANIPULATION.

From the PHILOSOPHICAL SUICIDE and the MODERN MAN'S FRUSTRATION.

I am not even hiding,

I am existing separately,

Inside this SOCIAL ORDER amalgamated with MISGUIDED HUMAN EMOTIONS ! 

 

My skull, full of nothing, 

My skull, certain about the uncertainty of my existence,

My skull, self-aware of my Numb Oblivion,

My skull, reflects INTELLECT while hides inferiority,

My skull, demands peace but bangs at the door of REVOLUTION,

My skull, seeking the wrong questions, diluted with right solutions.

My skull is a room, of which I am the LANDLORD or the LANDLADY or the GUEST OF HONOR or the HOST or THE THEIF, THE SERVANT, THE DOG, THE CAT, THE DEAD ROTTEN BODY, THE TV, THE CARPET, OR THE WALLS...

But one thing I am not in my skull except everything is my SILENCE ! 

 

The silence that haunts my individuality,

The silence caused by the social morality,

The silence that turned the QUANTUM EXISTENCE of my soul into NON-EXISTENT .

But my silence is neither alone nor pure .

Just like darkness shares its perversity with the Purity of Light .

My silence shares it being with the ,

With the inert UNHEARD VOICES ...THOSE CHOICES ....

I COULD HAVE...I COULD HAVE...

SCREAMED or  WROTE or SPOKE or DISCUSSED or CHANTED or EXPLAINED or JUST COULD HAVE WHISPERED .

But... but...

 

My skull, full of everything is...

Surrounded by these MECHANICAL CONSCIOUSNESS, THE BLIND LAW, THE CYCLIC-STUCTURAL DEGRADING SOCIETY,

That gives my ever-expanding creativity ,

My individuality, my ancient innocence, 

A CHOICE between YES OR NO ! 

No, I said and unlocked my silence,

Exploded with my unheard voices,

Chose all the rebellious choices . 

BUT I WAS SHOT DEAD, POISONED, 

IMPRISONED , STONED TO DEATH,

STABBED, RAPED OR GIVEN POWER ....

OR GIVEN A WIFE ...A CHILD & A JOB ! 

 

And it was enough to KILL me without even KILLING ME ,

It was enough to SILENCE me without even taking my voice ,

It was enough to make me BLIND without even gorging out my EYES ,

It was enough to NUMB me without even taking my SOUL . 

 

And here I am, with my silence trapped in my skull ...

The silence of my unheard voices ... 

 

And you , me , we all rejoice ....

These luxuries provided by these MODERN CAPITALIST MEN ,

Making our individuality MEDIEVAL, BLIND and FULL OF HOPE . 

And we COPE with all those SOCIAL CORRUPTION, TRADITIONAL OPPRESSION, CULTURAL MANIPULATION .

Suppressing our voices and RAISING MORE NEEDS ! 

 

My skull is full of voices , of not only mine ,

But of this HUMAN EXISTENCE ...

Who are screaming to be more ...

More than their miseries .

More than a KASHMIRI ...

More than an INDIAN...

More than a COLOUR ...

More than a SOLDIER...

More than a WORKER ...

More than a FARMER ...

More than a DALIT ... 

More than a SEXUAL OBJECT ...

More than an UNEDUCATED SILENCE ...

More than a HUMAN ...

 

So, when I open the windows of my skull...

The glasses of my consciousness are broken ..

The cracks on the glasses, my ideologies ..

They let the light enter , sometimes ...

And in that LIGHT ...

 

ALL I WANT IS TO BE HEARD ...

AND TAKE MY CHOICES & BE ABSURD !!! 

 

 


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