Fog Over the Paddy Field

I am not exactly in my forties—I am more in the echo of my forties, standing crooked, not from incapacity but from carrying inside me the memory of straightness, which sometimes weighs heavier than the stoop of age itself. There is a courtyard—my courtyard, or was it the courtyard of time itself?—where mornings always seemed fog-laden, cold, miserable perhaps, but in their misery they became luminous, as though the sun, in bending down towards our earth, had found the humil…

The Innate Notion of Religion: Is God Truly Dead?The Innate Notion of Religion: Is God Truly Dead? Before one knows religion, one must understand philosophy. Originally, philosophy was a servant to religion. Later, Francis Bacon made philosophy a servant to material science. Bacon did not just reject transcendental truth, he also condemned Aristotle as corruptive. In doing so, he replaced deductive reasoning with inductiv…

Pre-fixing: A QUIXOTIC MEMOIR

How I Tried to Fix My Head - Pre-fixingHOW I TRIED TO FIX MY HEADPre-fixing: A QUIXOTIC MEMOIR Naked Read • Aug 17, 2025 PAID Note: treat this writing as a garbage. What's in my head, it's a miracle, a disease.I don't remember when it all started. I never remember anything particularly like most people do. Maybe it was Nietzsche. Maybe it was Schopenhauer. Maybe it was that night I read Being and Time with a bottle of whiskey, readi…

THE FIRST TASTE OF MADNESS

The First Taste of Madness - Blog PreviewTHE FIRST TASTE OF MADNESSA QUIXOTIC MEMOIR: How I Tried to Fix My Head Naked Read • Aug 21, 2025 I don't remember the exact moment my mind cracked. It didn't make a noise. It wasn't dramatic—no lightning strike, no hard blows, no sudden revelation, no monks chanting in the background. Just a slow, creeping infection. Like a disease which grows in your intellectuals' guts. A philosophical pa…

A Living Canto Carved by a celestial hand, Represents divine artistry shaping the poem itself. Thou art a breathing canto, alive, The poem is imbued with life and spirit. A miracle enflamed, alight beyond the circling spheres. Beauty that transcends mortal understanding. Thy gaze unweaves the borders of my soul, Divine gaze dissolves personal boundaries. Yet strikes my breast with thunderous fire. Powerful emotion, almost …

A Clockwork Orange: A Review

Movie Exploration About Movie Philosophical Idea Story Arc and Plausibility Identity & Depth Three 'Thing' About MovieAClockwork Orange, directed by Stanley Kubrick and based on the novel by Anthony Burgess, is a 1971 dystopian film that delves into the darker aspects of human nature, free will, and the consequences of state-imposed control. Set in a bleak, futuristic society, the film follows Alex DeLarge, a delinquent youth who leads a gang of &qu…

Aphrodite of mine

🌹No more sanctuary I visit,No more beauty I process,No more sense I have to endure.You are, I found, my Aphrodite—Alas, a glittering jewelOf your eyes,And you're my aphrodisiac ectopic,Flowing through,Rushing throughMy entire veins.Dear, my heart aches for you,Only for your love.Like wild vine leaves,You cover my desire to grow;I shouldn't grow anymoreOnto others' souls—You are, of course, my Aphrodite.Hold my fingers for eternity,Could you not, my dear?Those ar…

Meditation over eyes

Eyes All Tell the Beautyby Ruman Neupane Eyes all tell the beauty
Of beauteous being,
Your hand, Your fingers,
How they tell the silence,
How did they tell the truth
Of wanted roar of heart.

Can you not hear your tapping feet of yours,
Can you not hear your fingers tap,
They tapped each time
To provoke fondness
Inside each veins of your body.

Alas, every silent breaks with warm touch,
Touch of yo…

In search of void

I stand without help,In this extensive and void world,My bottoms planted resolutely on the soil,But my mind lost in thought.I question my purpose,My place in this existence,As the winds of time blow past me,Leaving me feeling small and insignificant.I search for meaning,In the depths of my soul,But all I find is a void,A void that fills me with fear and uncertainty.I am but a mere speck,In the grand scheme of things,A fleeting moment in the eternal flow of time,But still, I …