On Family.

October 29, 2012 § 14 Comments

The family is a subversive organization. In fact, it is the ultimate and only consistently subversive organization. Only the family has continued throughout history, and still continues, to undermine the State. The family is the enduring permanent enemy of all hierarchies, churches and ideologies. Not only dictators, bishops and commissars but also humble parish priests and cafe intellectuals find themselves repeatedly coming up against the stony hostility of the family and its determination to resist interference to the last.

Couples in non-arranged marriages join together for deeply private reasons, and because those couples create such secret lives for themselves within their union, they are innately threatening to anybody who wants to rule the world. The first goal of any given authoritarian body is to inflict control on any given population, through coercion, indoctrination, intimidation, or propaganda. But authority figures, much to their frustration, have never been able to entirely control, or even monitor, the most secret intimacies that pass between two people who sleep together on a regular basis.

For this reason, powerful entities across the ages have always tried to undercut natural human bonds in order to increase their own power.
Whenever a new revolutionary movement or cult or religion comes to town, the game always begins the same way: with an effort to separate you- the individual- from your preexisting loyalties.

The Subversive Family by Ferdinand Mount.

Sunshine: Haiku.

October 27, 2012 § 25 Comments

She stopped standing under his
shadow and moved on to find her
own light, her own sunshine.


October 25, 2012 § 22 Comments

Trillions of decisions taken
A hundred thousand roads crossed
Lakhs of emotions felt
Hundreds of long nights
Tens of kisses
Two people
One feeling.

Will you, too?

October 22, 2012 § 14 Comments

I don’t know what’s inside

your head when you tell me

it’s not going to get anywhere.

Is it boredom or insecurity

or aloofness?

Your tired, blank eyes speak

a lot more than you ever do

as we lie in the bed and listen

to Roger Waters singing

Comfortably Numb.

Yes, that’s what we both are:

Comfortably Numb.

I will wait till we

find out what is it.

Will you, too?



October 19, 2012 § 30 Comments

Awakened with a broken heart
she doesn’t feel a thing:
the cool breeze, the rain that
falls harshly on the tin roof,
the lightning that gives her
a mini heart attack.

She only watches.
And she sees lingering darkness,
dark clouds in her skies.
Never will her heart be unbroken
Never will she fall in love again
Never will she embrace someone to bare her soul.


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