Terror Attacks In France

Terror Attacks In France

It has been more than 12 years since I last kept such strange hours in front of an IDE or Integrated Development Environment. Back then it used to be C++, Visual Basic or Java that showed commands and syntaxes,


whereas now it is Adobe Premiere Pro 2.0, showing frames and audio waves.


Despite the apparent differences, the present experience is intoxicating as the previous one. So much so that I have to keep reminding me, I am not 25 anymore and I must not be overindulging but old habits truly die hard.


Anyways, I have uploaded the second episode of my Two Bits series last night. Titled, Terror Attacks in France, it is a compilation of three of the deadliest terror attacks in French history, so far. It includes a brief description and my views about January 2015 Île-de-France attacks, November 2015 Paris attacks and 2016 Nice attack.


Please watch the video and let me know what you think of it at your convenient times. If you have not already, please subscribe to my channel, Amit Rahman and help it grow! Thank you.


Watch and Listen to a Reading of the Poem by me.


How objective in choosing wrong or right
can a biological existence be?
Even for a unicellular life
there are things preferable to other things
and the more complex in structure one grows –
with each cell multiplying their own inheritance,
more complex and inherent one’s biases become!

If Paris in the age of bronze lusted for
wisdom instead of the luster of human skin,
the cornerstone of knowledge would have been
as varied as Apollo is to the Nordic Thor!

So are we each ignoble Paris beneath our skin
or a number without biased follies or a dream?



Waiting For The Words

Waiting For The Words
Dedicated to Dajena Mason


But then we need eagle eyes and mammoth hearts
to discover beauty in this carnage
by supposedly peaceful religions
and benign governments, their counterparts!

Or be like the Angel in Vatican
on her holy throne, the humblest among
all the men of powers in today’s world
and sing of love, unrequited nonetheless!

Thus I wreathed and pined with my quill at hand
drought parched, waiting for the words to unfurl
while dozens of my alter egos died
in bloodstained Lahore and Brussels this year
and Paris in the last, the rest already dead
in old Nineveh, Palmyra and Palestine,
until the queen of Mount Helicon rose and sang
her Aeolian song that sprinkled me with the wine of Hippocrene
and lo, how a fiery phoenix from the ashes is born
to sing of eternal peace and love on his unfurled wings!



What Peace, What God

What Peace, What God


See, Paris burns, so is Damascus but
the heavy stink of burning human flesh,
does it smell different in anyway!
Do the bereaved mothers’ grief and the tears
of an orphaned son look different in
separate religions or continents?


Vilifying dreams to make the evil just,
what peace, what god made by mere men endorsed
these violence and atrocities against
the human species and their divided world?


Can we ever have harmony or God until
the world powers stop arming their vested causes with
laundered money, chemicals, boots and machine guns?
What if like France and Syria, the world starts to burn!