INDEX

A Flock of Individuals

A Moment in Time

Analysis of Reality

Bare Expression

Behind Every Face

Being Thirteen

Blossom where planted

Buds of an Inflorescence

Can you imagine one without the other?

Chatter Box

Circles of Fire

Complexity within Elegance

Desert Flower

Early Morning Tidbits

Eat and be Merry

Echelon

Everything in Life is a Metaphor

Fall in Love

Fire

Frolics of our Hearts

From sunrise to sunset

Fusion and Confusion

Halloween Evening

Hide and Seek

In Search of Divinity

In Search of Ourselves

In Search of my Presence

Intention and extension

Invocation of Zeus

Is any thing wrong with that?

It is a small world after all

I try to make sense out of it

I wonder what we are

Life after Death

Living in Heaven

Looking for the Past

Manasir Manosarobar

Man with a Bottle

Me and my World

Micro-mini-megamorphosis

Million Avataras

Moments are for ever

Mothers of the World

Multidimensional Living

My Loving Distraction

My Place in the Universe

Mystical Mesmerizing Music

Ode to my Buds

Our World

Painful Pleasure

 

 

I wonder what we are

I wonder
When Darwin touted the ideas of
Survival of the fittest
Struggle for existence
What he could vividly see
In all phases of evolution
Was he looking at the mirror instead?
And data mining?
Finding what he wanted to find.

It sounds so strange to me
Human beings
Are not humane beings
Billions are spent to make
The killing more efficient
More lethal, more massive
Shock and awe
Wow!
As if it is another action movie

Forget what Jesus said
About loving our neighbors
In the name of God, the magnificent
The compassionate One,
Who apparently resides in living and nonliving
Let us demonize our own kind
Scared by the color of the skin
By the turban on the head
Or by just the perceptions of -isms
We carpet bomb or become suicide bomber
We pulverize the kids, women and old folks
As if the destiny of mankind
Is self-immolation.

We are in a world of strangers
Imprisoned by paranoia and fear
A strange sense of aloofness
Pervades us
We become the killer of our own kind

What drives a man to do that?
I never know
Except the famous saying
Man goes to war
Because he secretely wishes to die.

((*.*))

September 22, 2002