Marks of existence ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… This could be the stormy indication for a marathoner who determines himself in his mission touch the finishing line; a natural affinity that he always has driven himself by the self-motivated ‘will’ that he must touch the ending line at any cost. Contrary, this affinity leads him gone astray; standing on the finishing line he soon realized no time might be remaining for him to go back from where he starts. The moments he was passing over can never back to him due to the tireless force that insists him to run until he lies down on the running track to embrace death. Is death the ultimate finisher for this worldly runner? Does the ‘will’ he keeps to run may decline when death seized the vigorous pace he holds to touch the finishing line?… Life in this world reminds the awakening calling: —lively beings have a limit to exist certain while and then after they will vanish in the alternative world, from where once they were coming out… Continue reading Marks of existence ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

All about darkness ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The first man seated on a dark mountain peak, was dizzy to feel himself a lonely ghost. None was there except the whisper of dark waves that he is per se the undefined lonely ghost, covered by dark and seated on the mountain peak with an empty heart. Soon after a sickly ray of light appeared from the dark and faintly stumbled to his face. He was getting excited to see the first woman. She was beside him whom he could not see before. Both of them were perplexed to see them under the trembling lightwave. They asked each other “who are you?”, and simultaneously answered, “I am that.” 

Dark has remained over there, and they were surrounded by this. The ghostly whisper with luminous rays then covered the mountain peak; dark omit instant and both of them screamed together, “we are the light”. The sparkling light rays then disappear and shady dark again covered the mountain peak. Both man and woman were bewildered to see the hoaxing game of light and dark, seated lonely on the mountain peak to mutter, “For God’s sake, we don’t know who we are; maybe we are dark; but we want the light to see each other for saying this, —“I am that.”… Continue reading All about darkness ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

When Heidegger is talking about technology (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Technology itself the presence of things in the creation-shield and the presence is unintentional and purposeless, autonomous to its activism, but man’s desire can make it meaningful for him… Technology is meaningful when human mind has driven to apply a meaning to it; otherwise, the meaning is useless. Unconcealed things are the valid existence of autonomous presence, they belong in the creation just they belong ‘as it is’ in the creation… Continue reading When Heidegger is talking about technology (First Part) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Two strangers leap into the void ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… The entire situation is humorous with enigmatic chaos. An incomplete road confined two squared-face strangers in the labyrinth of void looking ‘nothing’. The spirally divided road ends by reaching the middle point and nothing is visible after that point. Anyway, it does not mean that the road is complete or nothing has existed beyond over the middle point. Maybe something has existed after the visible limit of yonder strangers. They are poor human. One is bookish. He is eager to find the source of everything. Another is a hoax. He tried to amuse people by his jiggery-pokery game of magic… Continue reading Two strangers leap into the void ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Mind-Monkey and the animated ignorance ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… Once I was in a balance between the sensory organs and the brain, today I see nothing except the brain. Once it was just like a receiver, today it appeared the great analyzer and talker of all visible or invisible events. One day I confined in Nature without any sense that I am confined. Nowadays I willfully confined me in the machine-reality. The mind-monkey once provoked me to think that somebody enslaved me and now it provoked me the same that I am subservient. Once the great monkey insisted me to worship somebody, and today it insisted me to worship the virtual word “machine based enlightenment”. God or whatsoever is absent, and none is there who can deserve worship for his grandiosity… Continue reading Mind-Monkey and the animated ignorance ⇒ 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

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

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

Flying into 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 into the dark ⇒ 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

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

Alien Infinite and Finite Existence ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

… It is terrific to live with such condition that is dialectical by imagination and reasoning. We cannot deny that we are finite and cannot ignore the truth of infinite. This finite space is our life-bed and deathbed too. We are born here to live and celebrate the life. Death comes here and drives us to the unknown for next transformation. We are dreamer, like to live an eternal life in this finite space if possible; in where we shall be the king of all creatures, even the unknown terrestrial will be bound to carry our commandments there… Continue reading Alien Infinite and Finite Existence ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Know thyself and the unknowable knowing ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

As, a mystic poet of Bengal once seated beside the river, mediated in his thoughtful quest, and suddenly felt that he and the creation is identical here. Creation is the mirror of his existence and he the mirror of creation. He then saw himself a creator of the whole universe, creator of live and inert, and the almighty Lord even. He played his violin to declare: I’m the ground of sky and earth/ I the reason of all/ I’m the basis of heaven and hell/ I the radix of Almighty Lord… Continue reading Know thyself and the unknowable knowing ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Meaningless forever ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Seasons changed according clock-tick. It’s not necessary that it should have reason for the change. Tearful rains turned into drizzle autumn. White catkin-field calls me lie down there. I liked to drown me in a catkin-field, preferred to drink the white sunrays as perfect boozer. Autumn makes me the boozer who is boozed by idiotic satire of life. Autumn leaned to late autumn and palm-kernel reached in maturity by being ripened. Mature palm-kernel provoked me to think myself as buffoon. Yeah, I the buffoon who tried to act joyous here hide the marble truth that, life is dull here by boring repetition of life itself. Does it mean something? Does buffoon help you to comprehend the riddle of life? I’m not sure but akin to follow the autumn fall, where golden paddy-sheaf waits for sickle, they wait to be sacrificed their dazzling beauty for a joyful harvest… Continue reading Meaningless forever ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Thoughts yet Incomplete and poet’s “Thought” Quest ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Readers, this is maybe the junction where incompleteness is the definition of everything which born here, sprouts here, evaporates or vanished here. Vanished where? The answer is incomplete here, comatose in beclouded darkness, possessed by unrecognizable Looney tunes. The pain of existence is that it doesn’t know from where it begins and where the end could be. Reversely, the pleasure of existence is there it goes on without knowing the beginning or end. The paradox is also there that, it is longing in thirst to know the beginning and ending of everything. That means existence is eager to fill the blank slate before melting into the wine-cask, before dripping again to the cask. Continue reading Thoughts yet Incomplete and poet’s “Thought” Quest ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Dance for the Eternity ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Sublimation makes them separate but they have tended to attached them with root-oriented rural life, where life is even today natural and automated by religious belief and mystic feeling of eternity. Bauls are inborn singer of rural nature and its folk tunes. They are whirling around the humanity. Human is the central point of Baul’s thought. They called it “Sohoj Manush” which could be symbolized in English by the term the “Golden Man”. Continue reading Dance for the Eternity ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Geminated mind or Fictional Reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Dear Mother, once you warned me about to remember the difference between Reality and Fiction, once you forbade me to believe in fiction, and I know why you forbade me to doing this…/Yeah, reality is simple when anybody takes to decide it simple that, he will never think of it further and just played to it as it is. Maybe the policy is best to survive but difficult to play, as I’m yet not able to play it very well. Pardon me mother, reality is still enigmatic to me with its reality and I’m walking along the maze to remember your lucid face… which perhaps the only reality that is non-fictional. Continue reading Geminated mind or Fictional Reality ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Chase behind the tireless ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

It’s certainly absurd, because you are eventful to hear the chirping tone, whereas a restless ghost is dancing in my head like the infamous Beelzebub. The notorious demon even reached at the rubber garden to follow me. His footstep is breaking the silence now. The notorious ghost is near to me with his deliberate snigger:… Hey! Why you are permitting a new life,
if you not know the purpose? Continue reading Chase behind the tireless ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Reality and Simplicity ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

She was the only fresh air in this pandemonium, out of all controversy to adjust your “self” between the earthly and transcendent, belief and disbelief, fortune and misfortune, pride and prejudice, virtue and pretension, even the right and wrong. I yet never see anybody like her, to act such a free soul by carrying the heavy burden of frightful morbidities of the family members. She is perhaps the only human who is consciously unconscious about her elitist quandary and the fact that, everything in this world has name and definition and you have to struggle with all these to engrave your own name here. Continue reading Reality and Simplicity ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Homage to the “Bureaucrat” (Part_1) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari

Bureaucracy has its own philosophy. The ‘Bureaucratic Regime’ is not a shaggy story. It’s an exposure of permanence. Human life is temporary but his action in the world is not like that. Action reflects his permanence. Power and regime are not dying bodily. They have capacity of existence beyond over the time. Bureaucratic potency supply the strength to the regime from behind. Continue reading Homage to the “Bureaucrat” (Part_1) ⇒ Kirno Sohochari