Now you can read The Wagon Magazine published in ISSUU.com by using this app
In a book with little illustrations
And text, lies what takes place
On thrones and slums,
On rickshaws and cabins inside Jet airways,
Where little geometries
Are arranged, inversed, slanted
To make chemistries titillate.
And this book holds the corporeal truths
Few speak in sheer honesty
Or do in shameless subordination,
When in those close encounters
Anatomies and misanatomies are bashfully contravened
To make bare necessities
A bonanza of skill and articulation.
And all it takes is a small book
To make a man the god of little things;
Of all the naughty little acts in 64 positions
That we ignore in shame and yet
We bounce off anatomies, like questions being posed
By extensions of our bodies.
Pages that miseducate the sane
To make folly, with all the little
Places that are reachable by anatomical devices,
And of all the desires that the body conceals,
Only barefaced is worthy,
View original post 35 more words
In life, you will realise there is a role for everyone to meet. Some will test you, some will use you, some will love you, and some will teach you. But the ones who are truly important are the ones who bring out the best in you. They are the rare and amazing people who remind you why it is worth it.
At a seaside resort in Hawai, James Donald who knew a lot on boats was very often called by many owners to paint their boats. One such person asked James to paint his boat. He brought with him paint and brushes and began to paint the boat a bright red, as the owner suggested. While painting, he noticed that there was a small hole in the hull and quietly without making much fuss repaired it. When finished painting, he received his money and left.
The next day, the owner of the boat came and presented James with a nice fat cheque, much higher than the payment for painting his boat. James was surprised and said ‘You’ve already paid me for painting the boat Sir and it was such a small service, certainly it’s no worth paying me such a high amount for something so insignificant.’
The owner replied: ‘My dear friend, you…
View original post 241 more words
Dehumanise a person
easy it is
for people normal
to bombard words in
their moment it is to hurt me
let it be
let her also be
Liking our life when things are the way we want them to be, is juvenile and quite a waste of interactive potential. If everything went the way we wanted, there would be no novelty, challenge, learning or adventure to look forward to. Unconditionally trusting life means admitting that we don’t know everything, we may not know what is the right thing and we are willing to accept the guidance that life has to offer. I say so because life is an interactive dynamic fabric enveloping us. People have attributed agency (or unpredictability) to it time and again in the name of karma, law of attraction, butterfly effect or act of God, etcetera. If we are completely honest with ourself, even as atheist and agnostics we can admit that though we do not choose what befalls us, we can choose how we respond to it. When we do not respond well, we get in trouble. We make the wrong choice, we hurt, we suffer and sometimes we develop mental disorders. All I’m saying is that we can learn through ‘NO’ and grow from it. Undesirable endings are not losses or failures. They are beginnings with potential, a call to start again but on a different path. They are opportunities to do things differently. Unconditionally trusting life thus means going for the ‘experience’ and not for the ‘packaging’, that is that person or place or chance, that we think will get us the desired experience. Practising unconditional trust is being flexible about the way life delivers to us, communicates with us and responds to us. We may get what we wanted but not in the way we wanted it. Also, we may not get what we wanted, but we may get something else, possibly better but we can only know that in hindsight. Holding faith through the uncertainties while life builds us the boat to board is what unconditional trust is all about. The only way out is through, not knowing when or how it will make sense. It is this leap of faith that is terrifying, yet necessary and liberating to be honest.
Wherever you are, if you are hurting or doubting, breathe in and breathe out. Feel the knots in your stomach, get brutally honest with yourself and ask – “What is the next right step?” Hear that, feel that if your body eases up no matter how absurd or outrageous the suggestion, do it. We can rationalise thoughts, but feelings cannot be lied to. It won’t be easy. You may end up alone, unsure, in tough spots but as you rise up to trust and meet life, it will return the favour. On your way, your heart will have a song and your mind will have peace. The work that you put in, will invigorate you back. You will have an attitude of reverence and gratitude towards life, softening you up to its miscellaneous offering. Disappointments may still visit, but despair would not weigh you down. If you learn to trust this life, my friend, it will befriend you back and you will know the difference. Just try it and let me know in days, months or years how it went!
Imagist Socialist Poetry and Objective Reality – Serkan Engin
As the poetic image is externalized by the poet, it is added to the objective reality. So, poems – and all other art works – are aesthetic interventions to the objective reality, each resulting in a new, artistic reality.
The externalized poetic image reaches the conscience of the reader as a part of the objective reality; it is absorbed by the reader according to his/her conscience and level of aesthetic perception..
Each reader absorbs and reaches awareness of the poem’s theme differently. Then, the poem makes a contribution to the personal transformation of each reader. In this way, the poem makes a contribution to the social transformation and has power.