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