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Oddments thoughts of “Being” and The Point of No Return ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Knowing about the Being is endless as endless the Acting is, as deathless the Edging and Ending is, and infinite the beginning of beginning is. Everything is “Acting” in here or somewhere or nowhere as a “Being”, and that is the infinite beginning of everything “Being”… Continue reading Oddments thoughts of “Being” and The Point of No Return ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

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Memorable Return ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Death is not a relief my son. In the moment of death I was foolish, cause, I thought, now I’ll relive and free from the surface where I passed my living life such a long day, and now the journey is end forever. I was wrong my son. Death did not release me yet. The new flesh, where I can breathe and be thinking, now chains me. I’m now hang on the dilemma of new-and-old… Continue reading Memorable Return ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Monster tales and the fictional reality (Second Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Human race really passed a fictional time in the remotest dawn of Indian civilization. There was a clear difference amid the Human, Animal and the Rakshasa, but the exchange was open to all. The three musketeers frequently met each other for lovemaking and battling. Yonder era has sunk down according to the pace of time. Those valiant warriors and genius artists have omitted to the earth. They were public celebrities at that time, was being epical due to the dramatic events of their life. All they appeared on the earth according to the law of fictional reality, and later omitted in the same stream of epical reality. They omitted but left the messages of varicolored exchanges between the Human, Animal, and Rakshasa… Continue reading Monster tales and the fictional reality (Second Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Monster tales and the fictional reality (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The historical monster is cruel and wild, very blunt to feel the emotion of love and lust, but a fictional monster is a true lover. He is different to the historical narratives of monsters. This monster is a complete lover, he is soft and tender for love and he knows how to take care of love, or how to seize the lovable woman in his dark cave-hole. He is ignorant about flower but very sentient to the woman whose he loves. He entitled the woman a fragrance of blossoming flower. The gigantic gallant eagerly adores the flower, because he provoked himself as the only owner of that flower… Continue reading Monster tales and the fictional reality (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Simple is not simple ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Yes, life is simple but the choice is extremely sour when you see your blind sister is waiting with innocent desire. She wants to catch the shades of life through her blind eyes and reluctant to sleep before that. Last noon she touched my face and said, “Brother, take me to the roof. I will take a bath in the eternal sunshine. Please help me, brother, I want to grab the white lights in my dark eyes. Do you know colorful sunlight is my only insignia in the dark? Let move and take me to the roof. You are my parent, my one and only medium who can take me to the roof. Please, take me there.”… Continue reading Simple is not simple ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Lonely Attic ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

My attic is my mirror to see the daily events of life. The little mirror is my only world to see the bandaged sky and thorny lane at the same time and fashion. It displayed the neighbor who stabbed bit before the moment, who raped a little moment earlier, who threatened by the gangsters a minute ago, and terrorist killed him in broad daylight when I was busy to catch numerous modes of Rodin’s “Thinker”, settled me in the cozy armchair./ The bronzed man led me to the thought-provoking synthesis of the incidents, which was happening in the lane at that time. Synthesizing the incident in mind is more exciting rather facing it. The attic is the safest place for him to take different modes of thoughts like Rodin’s bronzed artwork… Continue reading Lonely Attic ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

The breathless traveler ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

At last, I again found the inn. The compassionate owner left his room to see me bewildered by dream and reality. It’s not wise for me to believe him, because, the incident is not real. Perhaps I am hanging in the midst of sleep and dream, maybe walking between the real and surreal, which again elevated me to the quartet hole… Continue reading The breathless traveler ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

O Penury and the surplus affluence (Final Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

We were not different to the savage. Our life is not comfortable compared to the sylvan, nor do we live happiest and coziest life than a woodlander. Nature is not heaven and our self-declared heaven is same too. This realization is realistic, though we evenly tried to ignore it by showing our enlightened progress even more. Affluence or poverty is the impact of this pretentious consideration. No system can change the system if we failed to change our perception about life, social class, property utilization and distribution, labor division and a lot other self-made hegemonic wording./ … We need some deep poetic views, needed to look in deep as a philosopher does, and indeed spread our canvas to the grand landscape of natural life to define our position in there. We needed this to realize the rootless journey and backing it again to the root so we can live a balanced life, before closing the chapter of this planetary life. Sometimes a poet or an artist guided us better in such type of ensemble. SM Sultan, the resident of penury-affected Bangladesh was maybe one of the rare. He ignored the system which makes a man (and be the nation) indebted to carry the false perception of humanity, enlightenment and so on. Continue reading O Penury and the surplus affluence (Final Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

1 sighted reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… A reality is not fictional or metaphysical, and not that it is absent; it exists without any justification of anybody; yes, reality itself is not fictional but the perception is fictitious here. We all pertained with a massive unconscious and tried to feel the unconscious through our imagery perception, so far our body-mind allowed us to watch and perceived it. That is the ambiguities of our existence that we can interpret our action as a 1, can write down our entire detail in a book, which can narrate our intelligence as a unique 1 of the whole universe, but all this are fictitious, imagined by the fictional mind of me or anybody else… Continue reading 1 sighted reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

It does matter anything that, who gives to you in birth or who pounce you from the life? Does it really matter why you are in life and why you omitted in one day by the sudden beeps of crack? Really, oh yes, really it matters serious that you need to carry the life to prove your ability in life, that, you are not lonely, and excellent in innocence or very clever to cheat your own and be the others? Does it all necessary to carry, to remember, and to reminding your own and the others that, we need to conscious about the fate of crows, so cuckoos can never lay their eggs in crow’s nest?… Continue reading Crows are singing caw…caw ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Insignificant existence and the threshold of despair ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Yes, I am a silent river, tried to flux without making any troublesome noise, not excited to find the reasoning of everything. I think it is safe. None agitates you; because you are engrossed in silence and fluxing there with no hope or despair. I am happy to feel the state, in where a silent river fluxing unconscious to the life and careless about the festooned meaning and definition of creation…/
It is not an easy task for a man who thinks he has nothing to add or contributes in the world and get reverse to the world. I embrace Emil Cioran to think that, I am not alone in the world for walking along the territory sans any reasoning or significance… Continue reading Insignificant existence and the threshold of despair ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Flying to the dark ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Now you are at the peak of your destiny, fitted to watch the realm, in where dark and lights are eternal for each other. They are eternal to make you over-and-again. Don’t be afraid to feel your insignificance. Don’t be repentant to see the limitless significance of starry existence; just feel it in your heart, and prepared you for the ultimate flight; yeah, just thrown yourself from the mountain peak to take an eternal flight… Continue reading Flying to the dark ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Animated absurdity and Ekşioğlu’s artworks ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Ekşioğlu’s artwork is not influenced me to be staying lonely, and or, he doesn’t provoke me feeling imprisoned in the animated cage of life; instead of, his artworks messaging to me that: life is an absurd animation, in where our body-mind distorted by the opposite binary; where we desired or hoped one and get the reverse. Art lovers may be treated his surreal outfit as an explosion of satirical agony; but to me, his satire is suited better to the sadness and discomfort of our animated life… Continue reading Animated absurdity and Ekşioğlu’s artworks ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Abdellatif Laâbi and his poetic posers ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

He was perhaps the inspiration for many Arab poets who were fighting (and still be) for freedom, for peace, for land-settlement, and against exile. Despite all, Laâbi has some fair distance to all of them. His desires, promises, hope and sadness is analogical with Césaire and lot other exiled, even though, he is different amid them. Sort of his poems (as much as we get and read in English translation) contained such kind of philosophical agony, which is not widely common in the poetic gestures of other exiled poets./
His activism reflects politics, tonality pinched the manipulators; he is social and associative to the previous and contemporary Arab climate, and always tried to maintain detailing, when he dedicates his narrative to his sullen motherland. No, Laâbi is not alienated; not drowned into the eternal sadness of lonely survival or nothingness of life; he is not so eager for romantic lust; and despite all this, a thin line of a poser (I don’t know how) silently flows underneath his poetic jargon and symbols. I specially admire him for this. Continue reading Abdellatif Laâbi and his poetic posers ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Confession of a clown ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

People get amused to see my clownish desire for love. They tumbled to the floor with laughter when I turned my varicolored face to make an impression that, “hi man! I’m serious. Yeah, I’m serious in work, in love, in bedtime lust, in battle and in my ambition of life too”. They tumbled in laughter to see me serious, feeling pity for me to think about the clown’s fate…/ Wait! Don’t laugh to see me. Life is a psychedelic laughter of clowns. They are in everywhere. Clowns peeping underneath everyone’s outfit and they pissed everybody’s mind. The clown is he who never stopped his laugh in a nightmare, who is inept to shut his mouth seeing the shadows of despair, and not sentient to hide the comedia underneath his speck-colored face. Life is a batch of the clownish surname… Continue reading Confession of a clown ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

The tick of double slit reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Knowing about reality is exigent for us to know that how reality works and is it has any creation moment or not. Problem is that, knowing the reality is always conundrum; since, we were not present when the incident happened; or maybe it never happened. The universe is just reeling as autonomous according its eternal laws of fluctuation, superposition and contraction./ … Our perception about reality still rotates in two confronting dialects and dynamics. Jim’s attention-grabbing tone helped me to think about the whole notion regarding philosophical aspect. It also reminded me the present limitation of theoretical physics. Materialistic experiment and thought process in physics now looking metaphysical, despite its negative attitude to the philosophical idealism of reality!… Continue reading The tick of double slit reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Let there be light ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

I know my eyes can see the visible; and I know I’m myopic to see the buoyant stream of invisible, just beneath the visible. I want to feed my eyes as blind feeds his eyes to feel, to see, to narrate, to touch and to embrace all visible and invisible, despite his ultimate nightmare that he is none to see anything in broad daylight or electrified nighttime… Continue reading Let there be light ⇒ Kirno Sohochari