DALIP KHETARPAL


DALIP KHETARPAL

Sculpt Psyche For Social Survival

Psyche loses
Its pristine glory and freshness
Whenever social hands, willy-nilly
Sculpt it.
All constituent parts of psyche,
Be it thinking, feeling, behavior, bodily movements,
Gestures, or even soul---- are sculpted chronologically
Whenever it involves
Some social norm, faith, or belief structure
Of a specific identity---
----mainly to suit occasions, socially acceptable.
Sculpting so much of nature's gift
Has led to forfeiture of all human attributes.
So, what is left of man?
Natural un-sculpted feelings, thoughts and ideas,
Get no expression; they don't also die,
But keep struggling, brewing in the psyche,
So, could be fatal or, at least,
Result in a sudden violent outburst later,
Having consequences, damaging.

Man, as an architect of his own destiny,
Sounds fine,
But, as an architect of his pristine thoughts, emotions,
Ideas and feelings, sounds silly.
Is not feeling, thinking, living naturally possible?
Does one have to improvise everything so much?
Does one have to sculpt all nature’s gifts?
Should not one completely own
One's own mind, feelings and soul
And wear them fearlessly?
Moving far from nature external,
Destroys nature, internal.
Since civilization emanates
From controlling or sculpting
One's wild instincts and impulses,
The poor struggling un-sculpted psyche becomes uncivilized
While ironically, sculpted, civilized.
Sculpt psyche then to be civilized
And be acceptable by the civilized.
But a psyche, as such, is unreal,
So, be unreal and get accepted
By the unreal world,
Or be real with un-sculpted psyche
And remain marooned and get totally rejected
By the same unreal world.
While rejection leads to ailments of psyche,
Acceptance, to painful de-individuation.
Either sculpt psyche for survival external
Or, maintain its pristine glory
By leaving it un-sculpted for survival internal.
Choose whatever, the amazingly resilient,
But doomy nonchalant sculpted world
Would trudge to its impending doom,
Ceaselessly, relentlessly.







Survival Conundrum

Every modern child
Is ceaselessly overfed
With diverse views and news
Subjects and projects
Percept and concepts
And endless formative and de-formative
Influences
Which he fails to absorb
But which combine
To become a catalyst
For conundrum
For confusion
Of outlook and vision
Leaving him confounded
In the broad daylight
Of science and reason.

Parents moralize children
Who, gripped only with survival issues,
When grow into moral individuals
Fail to attain social and professional
Prosperity and progress
As they desire.
But can they now dare
Oppose their previous selves
And reshape their children
With unfair lessons?
They know, but now
Fully realized that
The unscrupulous floats,
While the scrupulous sinks
Moral principles and comfortable living
Are also antithetical
Leave alone those born
With a silver spoon
In their mouth.

Parents often tend to conceal
The unfair means
Through which they have risen…
Hypocrisy is universal
As some children also
Though feign honesty
Slyly and furtively display dishonesty.

Parents nurture children
With the best of everything
But fail to conceive
That the kind of world
They would grow into
Is the worst.
Care taking often
Imperceptibly becomes
Risk taking.
Bad feeding and grooming
Is beyond their ken.
So which parental
Caring styles and vision
Should confused parents adopt
For their (made) confused children?
Will this ever remain a difficult conundrum
For parents and their own children
Who strive for peaceful moral survival?
With an eye also on Mammon!





A Poet Often Has To Strive For Survival

The prosaic world
Allows not an inch
For poetry to clinch,
Not a tiny room
To boom,
Not e’en a little space
To breathe.
Sadly, natural, virtuous and sublime
Thoughts, feelings and emotions
Have failed to hold the sway,
For the spirit of man is dead.
Nothing good can motivate and enliven him
In this world
Of money and profit,
Of epicureanism and opportunism.
Adding fuel to the fire,
Consumption of art and literature is poor
While the number of its producers, rich.

Strangely, one loves to hear music,
Watch T.V., go to theatre,
To fill the vacuum of his emotion
And imagination
With sweet melodies
And fanciful stories,
Heard, seen and enjoyed directly,
Though in poetry and fiction
These are galore, in a form superior,
And also fire one’s imagination fiercely.
And because imagination has an infinitely
Vaster range than reality,
Imagined songs appear
Infinitely sweeter than the heard ones,
And stories imagined, more captivating.
But when exquisite truths as such elude readers,
The illusion of poets and writers to be read and savored,
Is exploded to bits,
Making them live like a renegade, a recluse.
But to create a little space to breathe,
A little reputable status,
To experience a little warmth,
A little love, affection,
Sympathy, fellow feeling and company,
They strive hard to evolve
Their own aesthetic microcosm
In the vast and densely materialistic macrocosm.
Doubtless, it is a cosy, beautiful and bright world
To which one often gets addicted
Since boosting encomia more or less reign supreme.
It is so through media multiple and channels uplifting, viz.
Face-book, internet, critical appreciation,
Favorable reviews, eulogistic evaluations and mass media
That praises are generally levied
To sometimes, only please, but at times,
Highlight the true merits of the artist----
-----all done for the psychic sustenance of writers
Since their artistic abilities sustain not their life.
Surely, with most writers, writing is only a passion
And never a profession.

A writer at times,
Becomes self-opinionated and vainglorious
On getting undeserved praise.
But then at least he,
Though with some conceit, survives
Who otherwise would, perhaps, have been dead?
So, praises, compliments, accolades and awards,
Conferred even on the undeserving poet or writer also
Often become an essential fuel to run his life,
To boost their morale.
Such a poet generally is also
Unaware of the insincerity, falsity of the praise,
Wallows in the fake glory of a fool’s paradise.
Extricating himself from this rut is not only painful,
But suicidal also, for a self-glorified poet
Sees and knows not
What he really is!
But then ignorance becomes not only blissful here,
But also, more importantly, the basis for his survival.
Many dead souls are rather seen resurrected,
Depleted spirits, related
With life and vigour, renewed
By feeding day in, day out
Purely on the diet of sumptuous
And healer face-book or other sources.
What’s the harm if a less competent, but honest poet
Survives on the diet of false praise?
At least he lives, is alive!

The psychic substance of a poet
Is distinct from that of a layman.
Since potentials exist with varying degrees
Of creative ability,
A poet may not rise to Miltonic
Or Shakespearean heights,
But a poet still remains a poet
And will always remain a poet.
But pitiable and aesthetically tragic
That even a great creative artist,
With masterpieces innumerable
Has sometimes to live even in fool’s paradise
For most of the praises are levied
Sans reading or comprehending his works.
But, should he also have to strive for survival
By wallowing in illusions?
And the final naked and harsh truth, however, is,
The whole world survives and thrives on lies
Or half truths
That often hold their sway over immaculate truth,
That dismay even all Gods and heavens,
So, why an inferior poet who unwittingly strives for survival
Through redeemable lies, acting as a panacea here,
Should dismay anyone?








Striving For Survival Through Face-Book,
C/O Narcissists

Narcissists, in ordinary life are generally perceptible,
When observation is keen.
But even sans keen perception,
They could easily be perceptible
When face-book account is switched on.
As an idle mind is the devil’s seedbed,
Face-Book quite unwittingly becomes the seedbed
Of idle maniacs, releasing
A stormy wave of narcissists,
Of ego-surfers, to simply taste
Trivial fake ‘likes’ and empty praises
For even worthless achievements and works
Often with concomitant manipulative certificates
Of appreciation and commendation
Which they madly famish for,
Embellishing also their dreary slot
By feeding it with the superficial diet whereon
They also strive to survive.

Thanks to the face-book creator for infusing new life
Into infinite narcissists, promoting their inane cause
And becoming a source of their survival.
Strangely, equal praise is elicited
By both the ugly and beautiful,
The stupid and the intelligent,
Proving how ingratiating praises are also so false.
But the plethora of compliments and praises
Chokes the helpless, yielding face-book
That has become a means of survival for its depressed users.

Hearty thanks to FB for granting a new lease of life
To countless users
And also for resurrecting the dead.







Striving For Survival In Adverse Milieu

Milieu is born
Of forces,
Socio-geographical, historical,
Cultural, conventional and religious,
While nature of man,
Of biological, psychological
Socio-cultural, beliefs and faiths,
But the battle betwixt
The two rages
When one tries
To bend the other.
However, for peace,
Man and milieu
Must coalesce,
Having distinct identities
Both exist in their own right,
But a wince of pain is felt
When the two collide,
When the two
Do not fuse.
Shockingly, while fusion
Robs a man of his identity,
Collision curses him
With socially maimed individuality.
Forced fusion
Or forced division
Of the two
Is psychically cataclysmic,
Making man continually smart
From its pain.
When transforming milieu is tough,
Changing one's nature Is also a bluff
Ironically, blessed are those
Whose self-effacing drives,
Seeking peace
Are in accord with milieu.
And doomed are those
Whose evolutionary dynamics'
Preserving identity
Are in discord with milieu
Though perennially but vainly
Strive to survive in a milieu adverse.

DALIP KHETARPAL


Dr DALIP KHETARPAL: Author, poet, critic, reviewer, columnist and short story writer. Former Administrator and Academician. Generally known as an off-beat writer, Dr Dalip Khetarpal’s earlier poems as witnessed in 'Fathoming Infinity' (1st and 2nd revised edition) were psychological in nature and dealt basically with the human psyche and the unconscious and subconscious mind. But he later shifted his focus to other wider desultory areas of life, like psychological aspects of man-woman relationship, spiritual love, sex, deceptive myths, mysteries of life, human soul and God, but not without elements of humanism and sometimes, metaphysics as reflected in his anthologies: 'Ripping into consciousness', 'Refractions' respectively. The anthology entitled 'Sculptured Psyche' though consists of some of the cardinal elements of the previous anthologies, unravels an endless quest to comprehend and highlight the vagaries of deep-rooted complexes, illusions, delusions and false notions of various vital issues of life man has fostered since the dawn of civilization. 'The havoc such issues create raises some pertinent questions, which reflect the eternal conflict among the three components of the human psyche, i.e. id, ego and superego, a la Sigmund Freud. The anthology, ‘Weird Musings,’ despite integrating and highlighting all the aforementioned elements, is a powerful and trenchant attack on the socio-moral evils and almost all contemporary abuses perceptible in this grim scenario. However, his satire is not caustic, for he compassionately tempers it with wit, irony and humor. His latest anthology, entitled, ‘Confluence’, co-authored with Dr Maria Miraglia, was released in China.
Despite his own creative undertakings, Dr Dalip has been contributing his poems, reviews, criticisms, appraisals on the works of various prominent poets, novelists and short story writers to various reputed national and international journals and magazines. He received commendation from widely read newspapers and won laurels, certificates and awards of excellence from India as well as from other countries like USA, UK, Canada, Italy, Greece, etc, for his creative writings. Currently, he is working as the Editor-in-Chief of The Poetry Society of India (patronized by its Founder President, Late Dr Yayati Madan G. Gandhi), as the editor of 'The Contemporary Literary Review of India', an international journal, and also as the co-editor and columnist of 'Contemporary Vibes', the refereed journal of literary criticism and creative writing. He is also working as Managing Director of a reputed educational institution.




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