Reptile with a forked tongue
Earths orbit an ellipse
The soul integrated out
The knower is the known
Is reduced to a thing of knowing
Knower reduced to a thing to be known
You think you know it all
But you don’t know who knows
The observer is the observed
The song is in search of a voice
But your voice knows no song
(But your voice knows not how to sing)
A vision seeks your eyes,
But your they know not how to see.
Seeing with unseeing eyes
The spirit that envelopes and wraps
That plays by the rules of the heart not reason
And that bursts forth from the violin in a corner on the street
But which reaches you not
The man with the violin stands in the corner
Pours his soul into the notes
But you just turn and walk away with unseeing eyes.

Very expression
Every song of the poet
Every word of the writer
Each stroke of the painter
Pointing to the inexpressible
But all this and every attempt to describe the world and to transcend it
Is just another thing added to its contents

 you became a computer

smart, the computer decides for you, very smart aint it
smart cities, smart buildings, all decide what's good for you
overpopulation, smart algorithm decides who lives or not
smart and intelligent everything but you

ending of dr. strangelove: in the bunker, who gets to live on the basis of different characteristics




snooping on you
tracing your every move
you gave your freedom away on a platter
to your smartphone sensors
and cameras on every corner
in the name of convenience
since data privacy is not an issue in india, maybe it can be done in India
you're up for sale, for all to view

snooping on you
tracing your every move
you gave your freedom away on a platter
to your smartphone sensors
and cameras on every corner
in the name of convenience
did you not comply with our diktats
did you think that thought we banished
did you not stand for democracy and humanity
or whatever our latest buzzwords are
did you long for the soul and spirit
and forgot you're just matter and do not matter


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Masters of propaganda and the information war (who was that takla who spoke of this kind of war?)
Manufacturing consent
Like Trust "The" Science

Hiring psychologists to steer us with nudging and other tricks
Masters of persuasion what we're doing is for the greater good
Convince us to demonise with witch hunts
Those that do not comply with their diktats

Maybe you'd think we've learnt by now
Maybe you'd think we're smarter by now
But no, no, no,
The truth is,
We'll get fooled again.