Soulful Sadhak

  A song for Palestine [repost from 2024] From the river to the sea Lord, someone hear our plea Sometimes it feels like we will drown The tides keep pulling us down We are awash in a flood of pain That keeps falling down like rain Is there no ship, to sail away Towards the dawn of a new day? From the river to the sea One day we will be free We will walk hand in hand Return to our motherland From the river to the sea Wallah, this land is holy When we’re made whole as one A new day will have begun For this river is made of tears shed over 76 years Flowing into a dead sea Can we stay afloat in this misery? Oh water, wash over these lands And wipe the bloodstains of our hands We’ll sleep peacefully in the lion’s den The olive tree will grow again From the river to the sea We still hold the key To break free from these chains We will rise again From the river to the sea Lord have mercy on me When love will reign There’ll be an end to all our pain From the river to the sea Wallah, liste...

 [Reposting this song from 2022. I'm reorganizing my blog] This is a song that came to me a while ago, and that i worked out while being bed-ridden after my accident. I wanted to write a song for Jeff Bezos, because he was (at the time) the richest man on the planet. I was thinking about Amazon and how, taken from a distance, Jeff Bezos has acquired near God-like powers: ability to go to space, hear all our wishes and to deliver almost anything any time. This made me wonder: What does life look like from his perspective? And what does that make us? And of course, some thoughts on consumerism and equality. I don't have any personal issues with Jeff Bezos, but yeah, if you're the richest man on the planet, you must bear with people writing songs about you i suppose!

[Reorganizing my blog and reposting this song i wrote in 2020. Will share all my music on this blog from now on]    If I was the president I would make this suffering end I would care about human lives Man would not mistreat their wives Every people would live free There would be democracy If I was the president I would make this madness end We’d all have enough to eat Nobody’d need to be on the street I would sow love not hate I would make my country great If I was the president I would try to understand How this ol’ world has gone so wrong Why can’t we all live as one The Hindu, Muslim and the Jew Brothers and sisters me and you If I was the president I’d save the dolphins and the elephants I would make the climate cool Children wouldn’t have to go to school People would no more eat meat All the chickens and cows would be freed But I can't be the man in chief They say I’m too young, I’m naive We gotta save the economy Protect our borders, erect a fence If I was the president...

Ik ben de zinloze zenzwetser Ik palaver en klets er op los uit mijn nek Ik vul je oren met drek Ik ben de verlichte oplichter Ik draai schielijk door en sticht er verwarring en nieuwlichterij met overdadige woordenbrij Mijn onzinnen zijn ondingen die liegen over verlossing en in kromme zinsbegoocheling de waarheid driewerf verloochenen Pas op voor valse profeten je zou beter moeten weten Wie is er klaar voor het gevaar van de zenzwendelaar? Mijn onzalig gezwans houdt geen steek en geeft je geen kans Je ontspringt maar net de dans Dit is gezellig gezenzever van een dromer, een zwever, zijn hoofd in de wolken zijn taal niet meer te vertolken Mijn eindeloos gemijmer doet je brein wegkwijnen Dit valt niet te rijmen Ik probeert je te lijmen Je kan het zo gek niet verzinnen Er valt niks tegen te beginnen Ik heb ze niet allemaal op een rij Het einde is nabij   Zoals Lucebert schreef, " Ik ben geen lieflijke dichter. Ik ben de schielijke oplichter." Wat maak ik mezelf en jullie eigen...

Can my words put anything right? Can they help those who suffer in all their plight? Stop bombs and guns in the middle of a fight? And the powers that be with all of their might? Does it make any difference if i write? Or is my writing just academic? My questions only epistemic? Aesthetic text administered as anesthetic The old blind lady starts to look a bit pathetic She doesn’t stand a chance of stopping a polemic What if justice just was a dream of the past? Made up by poets whose time didn’t last Can blank verses transcend color and caste when the pain is so widespread and vast, like words from the book to uplift the downcast? What good does it do to be but criticizing? Do i add insult to injury with my philosophizing? Can a writer really be this surprising, a deus ex machina to create an uprising? Or is this simply too much fantasizing?   Is lady justice blind? Has 'justice' become an empty word? I keep witnessing the horror on the news, and sometimes i feel completely los...

Nowhere to run, Nowhere to hide Born into bondage, endlessly trapped inside Just a drop  in an ocean of woes Desperately looking for allies, as their fate draws close Their pains and cries are not televised Don't ask questions, you are advised And who will see them, who will bear witness? Is this a testimony  of evolutionary fitness? As the world keeps silence we carry on with the violence The butcher washes his hands in cold-blooded innocence Yet who is to blame for all this upheaval? Is it the mere banality of evil? When they cease to be an individual, ending a life becomes business as usual Reduced to numbers, their names not disclosed Taken by the machine, the bodies simply disposed The ubiquity of iniquity is desensitizing As we inflict moral injury it keeps traumatizing Driven by greed, suffering becomes epidemic Covered by ignorance, the injustice is systemic How to stop a faceless murder? Where do we go from here, is there a way further? How can we help those beyond ho...