Lack of Dreams

Lack of dreams indicates a certain level of peaceful state in life. But the penchant for a higher attainment leads man forward. Building upon the concrete walls of chaos the civilization is in, at any given point of time, man unites man, against the envelope curbing freedom.

Lack of dreams is an almost non-existent state of affair. And you are either a man united by another man, with or with out your knowledge, or you are the man that is leading forward, building on the concrete walls of chaos the civilization is in your time.

If you didn’t have a dream last night, you are free to walk to the State of Peace. If you had a dream last night, let’s build on the chaos, the path to the State of Peace.

Stay Me

CassAmino

Un-Interpreted

6 years back, one usual night, on a lean hungry stomach, a few words came out of an unknown warmth, from the mouth of an ancient spirit, she walked like a Sylph, with a naked torso gleaming in the dim moon light, the words, just as they awakened me, giving that short and craving glimpse, of the Sylph, put me to an ecstatic sleep.

The words are still Un-Interpreted.

Fes bo ni ami ross

Fes bo ci ami ross

Vaxillo Cass A mino

Fullos cass dowr tu

Loscha culter pullo di

Lovera lovera loscha

Fes bo ni ami ross

Fes bo ci ami ross

What are they?

Stay Me

CassAmino

Mother

Save the night from the harsh light
Let the embers speak of your warmth
Hold the bosom for your loving son
Keep him safe in the womb

Never cut the chords, Mother
Its all I know of you
But tonight the frequency is a buried memory
An innocent lapse

Cast your shadow, Mother
The light is too harsh
The dreams are doomed
And a nightmare haunts

Save the night from the harsh light
Bring me back the first memory
Bring me back the first moan
Tell me the story of you and me

Stay Me

CassAmino

Perishable Ink

The profoundest of the thoughts were written in perishable ink, some on paper, some never written, some uttered, some never uttered, some just thought, some never thought.

Blot your thoughts out on the soul of humanity, on the loin of the sower, and if not the ink, let atleast the paper be imperishable. The thought shall resurrect.

And I wonder if all my creativity is nothing but buried and ancient memories resurrecting again.

Stay Me

CassAmino

The CONVERSATION with the Other Entity

It was this dream I had yesterday…

I saw a vast expanse of people over a plain land and as I saw them they touched till the horizon. All of them were engrossed in one act – CONVERSATION. I couldn’t hear anything specific as there was a 20 yard distance separating me and the people. It was a huge roar. One mass wave of sound that kept fluctuating in its decibels, the fluctuations very minute! It all appeared to me like one conversation between two entities. One was the sum total of all the people 20 yards away from me. The other… you will know as you visualize my dream. As I kept watching them, a premonition started to engulf my engagement with the CONVERSATION. These people were doomed. Doomed to end their eclectically passionate way of conversation that sent everything but not what the other entity needed. You know, the other entity never needed anything specific for its own sake, but these people that stood 20 yards away from me were so ignorant, they didn’t know the other entity needed to be treated with dignity and respect, for their own sake. They didn’t know their conversation with it was supposed to be of harmony. Rather the whole conversation was a mixed bundle of love, greed, hatred, passion, lust, desire, peace, sorrow, happiness, violence etc., etc. In the end, the CONVERSATION didn’t have the merit of, leave alone harmony, not even the merit of pacifying the silently aggravating temper of the other entity.

Coming to the premonition, well what can I say, I was filled with sorrow. I was filled with remorse for having been born and having come to this juncture finally. It was a totally sorry state of affairs that I stood in right now, 20 yards away from the CONVERSATION. The CONVERSATION was about to end. That was the premonition that engulfed my engagement with the CONVERSATION. And with its probable ruthless implication setting afire a fiery imagery in my mind, my engagement with the CONVERSATION was plucked away suddenly with one jolt and then I stood there, 20 yards away from it, with shock and horror at what was bound to come. The CONVERSATION was innocent inspite of its intimidating output that cut the last chord of the other entity’s tolerance. The other entity manifested its fury then.

In a split second the horizon turned crimson and the fluctuating decibels of the CONVERSATION plunged to such a low, the CONVERSATION was muted. In the next split second the only sound that was audible was the mighty roar of the wind and one last harsh scream of the CONVERSATION as it was swept up and lifted away into the air, colliding with every natural element at the height of its fury. I was 20 yards away from the COONVERSATION, never actively part of it…

But… what the f%@....
END
We as a collective entity are in CONVERSATION with Nature.

Stay Me

CassAmino

Unborn CoP

There was Hitler and there was Gandhi. There was Mao Tse Tung and there was Martin Luther King. There was Jim Morrison and there was Kurt Kobain. Whether they fell on the Evil or Good side, irrespective of that…they were Cult of Personality. They swayed masses of people. Till the 1990’s Cult of Personality was a phenomenon in various parts of the world. A decade later, Cult of Personality seems to be a virtually impossible prospect. An age of individualism that crept in slowly powered by new media enabled the voice and freedom of expression for common man. He is no more common man, he is man who has his point of view and he has the medium to express it. Why need a Cult of Personality? Or better put, Will there be another Cult of Personality?

My View:

Mass Individualism represents the awakening of the human spirit! While still in its nascent stages, this individualism on an aggregate represents stubborn resistance to accepted conventions, though it doesn’t represent any collective ideology or school of thought, reason being the nascent stage itself. A common man today has the freedom not just to think alternatively but also express his thought through a medium, though he himself might not have a concrete solution. But since there is no collective ideology or school of thought to subscribe to, the scope for Cult of Personality is still huge. We shall be bound to see the emergence of such individuals, but this time, those individuals shall have an impact that is too profound and far reaching in its effect on people when compared to their yesteryear counterparts. While their yesteryear counterparts catered to masses of people who were merely souls ready to subscribe to a voice they couldn’t voice out, the unborn Cult of Personality will cater to a superior race of people with diverse individualities, but what binds even such diversely individualistic people to follow the Cult of Personality will be ‘height of freedom’ that the CoP shall drive at.

Freedom is the basic value proposition a Cult of Personality offers his followers, but it’s the ‘Height of this Freedom and its Possibilities’ that the coming generation of Cult of Personality will sway people on.

As long as there is superior knowledge and the unattained answers are left unattained, CoP is a possibility and each new CoP shall be more profound and impacting than their predecessors.

Who’s the next CoP? Can you guess?

Stay Me

CassAmino

The Four Letter Fantasy

It’s a Four Letter Fantasy! The whole life! Amidst the myriad multitudes of unattainable pathos, and deep within, the soul urges to inch towards one actualization: pleasure. It’s the proportion of that pleasure and minus that pleasure that this life hangs on, in our primitive most form, be it Today or the bygone Day One. Whether it’s a little kid’s laughter, or a hardening nipple; a scream of agony or an unknown vibration deep within, in the end, life is a Four Letter Fantasy.

Walk back and then turn around, and walk ahead without a conflict, in one straight march into future. When you are doing that you will not be aware of the phenomenon around you!

Follow me, I will give you a picture of a phenomenon you are never bound to realize!

Stay me,

CassAmino
Leading the Four Letter Fantasy