100 TPC* in “H-Ray Vision"

              

 

               Dawn of civilization opened up human vision

To portray their own intrinsic mind-

And an "internal sense" of aesthetics was born

That's still prevailing on present mankind.

Biogenetic influence in our culture

Relates to the seed of beauty in our  brain-

Followed by ethical values, disappearing fast,

Like passengers in a locomotive train.

 

For our primitive forefathers, beauty of art

Started as a secured but hidden joy-

And kept it alive for the millenniums

To come, like a treasured toy.

They painted and carved their own bodies

With the brushes, scalpels or blunt knives-

To extricate the beautiful form,

In the shapes of mountains or beehives.

Connection between realities and imaginations

Was established with a powerful mission-

And I as a part of 100 TPC visualize as I dwell

On next millennium with "H-Ray Vision".

 

During "Stone-age Civilization",

We practiced solo dancing and song-

Irrespective of the month or season,

These rituals went on too long!

Music became an inherent part of life,

Evidenced by poets’ and historians' tales-

And 'Art' was engraved in our brains

To ring the knowledge doorbells.

Aesthetic emotions led us in vast waves

Of creation to hop on a velvet joy ride-

And provoked the feelings of enjoyments

Without any scorn or life's ebb tide.

 

Primitive poets emphasized the aesthetics

And ethical values quietly in men-

And exemplified the manhood as a demigod

Drenched with beauty in the heroes den.

But modern religions have obscured

These thoughts to disguise them well-

And converted men from self-assertion

To where our minds now dwell.

 

Material things have prompted God

To depart from the spirit of man-

While evil spirits keep on provoking

To commit sins whenever we can.

Aesthetic values left temples and churches

With the exception of an only few-

And kept the Gods alone, decaying,

Preserved for a historical view.

Center of life changed from inner spirit

Of modern man to the world outside-

While I watch the growing cities,

Full of tunnels, designed for us to hide.

 

Obviously, there's beauty in world today

That man constructs to appease the eye-

But in 'H-Ray Vision', that's a beauty

Of genuine art and causes me to sigh!

Modern beauty of replicating forms

Seem to sink in nothingness at best-

And to me, this feeling is pathological,

As it draws mankind to a perilous test.

The idea of being beautiful or heroic

Ties with modern hectic pace-

While rooms for perversions and pandemic

Are being made to glorify our sanely face.

 

Modern poet is an addict to all excesses,

From chemical stuffs to junk food-

And abandoned himself into gluttony

To be an obese, may be for good.

Obesity is not only a relinquishment

Of self-aesthetics covered under shirt-

But it's also the forsaking of the idea

For man has to be an object d'art.

Poets have ceased to be performers

To become observers on the Earth-

Whose aesthetics have left us behind,

And taken away the life's mirth!

 

 

Today, “H-Ray Vision” reveals, modern changes

Are recreating the lost beauty sense-

And have chosen the way of mass-beauty

Of rigid men in uniform marching in tense.

 

Certainly this has some beauty

Of mass destruction and senseless killing-

Immersed in slaughtering and cleansing,

While leading our bones to chilling!

Questions flocking my poetic voice

Now whisper in the stormy air-

And ask: how should we reclaim our rights

To aesthetic emotion that's genuine and fair?

How do we regain our innocence on Earth

To a spirit of wonder towards beauty and art?

And reclaim our ethical rights to an answer

While we mend the broken heart!

 

I am sure, as a poet, these are trivial questions

For the modern intelligent poets to talk about-

As life is now being built like a machine

That grinds and squeaks without a doubt.

So far, no one has yet claimed somnolently

The "aesthetic" rights we all are entitled to-

Nor to preach "ethical" human rights

The way the poets deal with or love to do!

In Brazil, the poets have chosen music

With slow dance as an artistic goal-

And they adore their active bodies

With costumes to cherish the soul!

To an outsider, this seems to be a futility,

Or not a beautiful attractive sight-

Rather it's the way, the Brazilian poets

Assert their own aesthetic right.

 

Modern poets think that aesthetic emotions

Are a by-product of civilizations for sure-

Instead, they come from pre-historic poets;

Similar to ethical feelings they had to endure.

Many poets quietly forsaken the tribal life

To replace it with a grim boredom now-

And destroyed their emotional incentives

To promote lust, and technical know-how.

Our aesthetic values are sadly mixed up,

And emotions grow on watching a television-

 

So we love to view the gory scenes

Of crimes, followed by nuclear fission.

 

We would be better off if 100 TPC starts to write

About their "inner sense" of beauty-

And claim their aesthetic rights to nourish

The ethical values as a moral duty.

There's no beauty in the squalor and poverty

Of population in poor nations on Earth-

Likewise the beauty lacks in "shallow lives"

Of richer countries since their birth.

 

As a revolutionary poet and thinker, today I advocate

The continuous reconstruction for change of mind-

By sharing science, arts, technical know-how globally,

And putting aesthetics with emotions in a bind.

Science has the essential tools, and poets have the pen,

For making a better world, and there's no doubt-

But uncanny human mind is curtailing the cultural

And political means to create the game of shout.

So for betterment of mankind, as a poet, may I urge

To strongly build our brains and culture until it's right?

Via the homogenous blending of efforts of 100 TPC*

In "H-Ray Vision" with precision and foresight!!