Lamentation of separation from Norris “Poem”
Oh God why Norris has an advantage to suffering than my own self?
Didn’t I know Planned my trip to Denver to find Norris?
Why is Norris like Zarathustra?
Why do I envy him?
Why not I be in place of Norris?
Why not I approach him before he does?
How can I sleep tonight?
He wants no help like I want no help?
What similarities we have yet so lamenting
Learning with Norris is unprecedented
How I hate witnessing my own self in another self?
Oh Arabic how much I hate and love Arabic
Oh how I wished to hammering chain’s
How I long for an Iraqi man to converse with?
How thankful I am for Iraqi soil to produce Such a beautiful Iraqi soul?
Who cares?
Posted on March 8, 2021 Leave a Comment
If you cry over the world for your miseries
Who cares?
Nobody knows what one is going through
Just as Plato said million years ago “The Essence of being is only known to the knower”
Nobody cares but if you yourself doesn’t care?
Life of a Rebel
Posted on March 4, 2021 Leave a Comment
My words are like sword of Achilles
My ambitions are like Divork symphonic genius
A rebel is a man who says “No” says Camus
In order to exist man must rebel
Against the weak cultures and relations
One ought to destroy others or oneself ?
To preserve oneself one must became a destroyer
An immoralist, iconoclastic, pessimistic soothsayer
Life of a rebel at best is a lonely one
Why Mourn the dead? “An Answer”
Posted on March 1, 2021 Leave a Comment
Why mourn the dead? When we know it all means nothing but absurdity and useless tears and weakness in human nature
Perhaps answer to such questions can never be given as humans are highly emotional beings, they are only sentimental temporary for the time being and such sorrows are overcome by the torment of time and labor
Dear stranger you might consider me a misanthrope or a monster
Humans need to evolve from such petty triflings and face the the empty void of human intimacy
Only when someone closer to us dies we instantly became aware of the phenomenon of death and mourn for the loss. We are not aware that million dies everyday and millions are born everyday such is the catastrophic event of life dear stranger for mankind on this wretched planet
As Nietzsche envisioned greater men, the over man faithful to earth that much in Man is still worm. Why mourn then? Is it going to bring the person back? Why should one shed tears for the gone? Why not invest those energies for the new, audacious and stronger human race. Now tell me? what have you done to Overcome yourself O weaklings of human race?
Being towards death teaches Heidegger that Death is everyday phenomenon and there is nothing tragic or mournful about it. One has to accept bravely and stand face to face to it when ever it approaches with no remorse or reward or justice to eternity and nothing can justify human existence that it was a grand mistake
Perhaps Socrates is my ideal for facing death voluntarily and willingly except Plato who mourned his rebellion in his Pheado dialogue
Unbearable Existence “A Nihilist’s perspective”
Posted on February 27, 2021 Leave a Comment
What do I live for? My soul is lost into abyss
Nihilism is my greatest enemy and friend. Oh ask not how I suffered?
Since a child not a happy moment came to rescue for my troubled soul
I am all alone lost like Odysseus and homer is turned into dust
How can I escape my present moment?
What torturers me is not my past but present
Present moment is the only reality all else is just in imagination
Where to go? Whom to call?
Who will listen?
Why brag,? why complain to strangers on the internet?
Why not kill oneself?
Perhaps I am a mediocrity and a coward unable to end my life
It was much easier to became a proud nihilist than a suicidal
Forbidden Desires “Psychoanalysis”
Posted on February 26, 2021 Leave a Comment
Genius of Frued and rebellion of Foucault in history of Sexuality
Forbidden desires of flesh, repressed thoughts enforced by culture and religion are enemy of man’s happy state of mind
A man in extreme anguish could only be rescued by love of a young girl
My mood entirely changed following the recklessness of Zorba the Greek
If a women approaches to a man there could be no greater sin than not going to comfort her in her bed argues a wise Turk back in the day
Why resist inner temptations?
Why not let a young girl do her magic?
Touch of a women’s hand is a cure for all mental ailments
The Age of Sentiments
Posted on February 21, 2021 Leave a Comment
Welcome this new age of sentiments
My soul at once is at peace
A solitary gaze looks at the world
So, what if literature is my only salvation?
A man can either exist or express
Or can a man of sound reasoning express what he feels
Normality is being questioned for my madness
Social awkwardness and lonesomeness a trail
The sun, the wind understood me more than people around me
Who’s fault is it if not my artistic temperaments
The State of Aporia “The Sun and The Moon Conversing”
Posted on February 17, 2021 Leave a Comment
The Sun asked the Moon with voluptuous fad
“Where thee Art? When I “The Sun” the light, the source of life appears in midst of darkness and vacuity of the void in space
The Moon with its senility and contempt remained silent
The Sun with its magnanimity continued, “You imposter, ye imitator, ye mediocre lifeless stone. I the “Sun” is real and master of the universe.”
The Moon unable to tolerate its own truth henceforth think of a lie, any lie to succumb Sun out of its vain glory
I the “Moon” is an imposter, a fraud for a just cause, I steal thy light O sun and shed it on earth when you hide in your abode the earth is shadowed with my shine and delight
I am forever bound to earth the only living stone amongst your universe of dead stones ye God Sun!
The Sun with imperative confusion replied, “I never left Earth alone but Earth rotates on its own axis and show resentment towards its own benefactor the “Sun” ah, what ennui, lofty turpitudes and venomous hatred”
The Moon succeeded finally in his devilish task of dismantling Sun of its existence
A state of Aporia exists surrounding the whole Universe
Who will bring salvation from all paradoxes?
The Sun and The Moon looks towards Earth in a state of Aporia
Sorrows of Young Lover “Lyricism”
Posted on February 14, 2021 Leave a Comment
Once upon a time and it was a very good time, the birds were singing and the sun was setting and the sea was kissing the shores
there was a young man and not only young but very handsome, ambitious and romantic who fell in love
The decline of true love in modern age is inevitable
What happen next was madness
He is still somewhere lost cursing vehemently to young men of his age
Not to fell under the spell of women’s lies
Not to be the dice being played on by there whimsical words
He now walks to and fro in rage and hatred towards Shakespeare and Goethe
He reads famous dialogues of Romeo and Juliet to himself
- “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, …
- “Did my heart love till now? …
- “For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo”
Nonsense
What is the point of all this romanticizing?
Hide your Valentine’s
Say no more
Sorrows of young Werther reborn again
Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day who cares?
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