Disconcert

From What the eyes cannot see

The ground trembles at an angry pace
Every bit of courage above it breaks
Fiery red cuts across the blue calm sky
People look up and wonder why

We see nothing but lightning bolts
More questions and unanswered thoughts
Confusion with the pouring acid rain
Piercing our skins scraping it with pain

Burning lava hugs the new landscape
As we jostle for our escape
What is this imminent suffering?
What more could it be taking?

Riddling clowns circle teasingly
Ticks shy on the tipping point of insanity
Surviving for mere existence
One starts to feel a nonsensical peace

Jumping off the ledge to end it all
Seems to be a solution bloated with gall
No way out but with a big bullet hole
Up from your gaping mouth to your skull

Emotions surge to unearthly degrees
Consideration of moral teachings of priests
Is all too late and inadequate
To stop all the agony and self hate

Things I hate about people!

From What the eyes cannot see

There are certain character traits that make a certain composition to the extent that, like music, one can tell how its melody is going to turn out. Whether its grunge, rock, rap, classic, metal, pop or etc – you can almost always tell which is which after the first eight to ten seconds into the song. On the same line, we are able to fit into stereotypes the myriad of personalities we encounter in our life.

The experiences I’ve had then made me smarter, more mature and quite honestly, a bit more judgmental. And mind you, I don’t see being good at judging character a bad thing at all. I am able to better understand, relate and communicate with these personalities better. But it doesn’t diminish the fact that I still hate their stinking gut! Here are some of them:

1. People that say “YOU DIDN’T” at every start of their sentence.

I never really understood which part of YOU and DID NOT gave these people the idea that it’s okay to use them in one sentence! This type of self-affirmation gives them that domineering mindset that they know better and would like to show off a bit – it’s the classic nagger/cynic attitude.

2. The dreaded accusatory statement of “YOU DID IT, DID YOU…”

What’s equally worse than someone saying you didn’t do something? It’s when someone blames you for doing so! “You forgot to lock the door, did you?” – Just gets me all fuming inside!

3. I want to hear what I want to hear!

I call these people airheaded assholes! When someone talks, their puny underpowered, rusty, good-for-nothing brain just is not capable of listening attentively! I really don’t like getting close to these people, they only do most of the talking and has most likely very low social skills.

4. Insecurity!

Some people ask me, how can you tell if the person is insecure from afar? And I tell them, look at their weight! Most insecure people find security in material things, 51% of them find it in food! I challenge my co workers to test this theory and they always come back to me saying I’m right!

5. Self-righteous!

Generally people would strive to be socially and morally upright as we are brought up by our respective families with strong values. But some seems to live in this tiny bubble and never make it outside the box; they seem to only see the wrong in others and never in themselves. I’ve always believed that the person that has an AVERAGE emotional intelligence can easily overcome this loophole.

Orange Lampshade

From What the eyes cannot see

Surviving the daily grind of life
Is a skirmish each one faces day by day
Fighters of the corporate rat race
Oblivious to the physical derelicts

But we really have to play this game
This is but as normal as the olden days
Tribes in groups out to forage and hunt
They all struggled to become warriors and sons

We throw punches like pro-boxers do
And spit on each others faces like statesmen
Get enraged by the nemesis’ advances
Continuously trying to stay ahead

When the time for getting off arrives
I happily jump and sit comfortably
Savouring every peace and quiet
For meditation and self recollection

I drive slowly to a wonted place
To see the orange lampshade by the window
As it sheds its calm light to a room
Where Beauty rejuvenates in every night

Gazed at the bright pane so eagerly
Feeling recharged with every passing moment
Coz of the connection, the distance
True divine intervention doing its part

So I make my way back to my home
With nothing but content and full energy
To face another war with the world
And the violent cycle goes on and on

HEY YOU!

From What the eyes cannot see

Hey you, walk right up to the plate
Let this whole nation coagulate
Get it right while we can still fight
Coz this battle just doesn’t seem right

The rich people only gets fatter like a leech
Don’t care about the government or the kids in the streets
Where guns are drawn and fear is spawned
To get more drugs everything they have, they pawned

Let not all this be brought to hate
We are here to help you stop the spate
Start uniting people who want this change
Choose not to continue getting deranged

Hey you, get up with that cane
Hey you, start doing the same
Hey you, join hands and be a factor
Hey you, stop dreaming and let’s start doing it together

Aren’t we all tired of all the sooth-sayers
And everyone just drops on their knees and say prayers
We all darn well know what we need to succeed
But what we are full in the mind, we lack in deed

We all been shoved, kicked, slapped and torn down
Right to the very core by the very people we wrote down
In the ballots, the vote’s based on what we see on TV
We see no significance of this suffrage activity

How long can we continue to define
The missing things that can make our country fine
To me, all you are doing is whine
I don’t care what you say – continue to live in your sublime

Hey you, shut up I have enough of you
Hey you, let’s start moving and stop this pain
Hey you, end this effin’ politicking
Hey you, let’s live the good life again

PERSECUTION

From What the eyes cannot see

Is like torture but has twice the inner pain
It’s like being thirsty in the middle of the ocean
Or a mirage of an oasis after walking for miles in the dessert

This kills you more inside; it breaks and shreds your morale
Makes you hate every waking hour, dreading for another day
Hours pass by with pure distaste

Destruction of oneself with each rigor
As you struggle to stay afloat, you find it easier to let go
Similar to an ailing old man and his illness

To set free the soul that has been through such atrocities
Atrocities of all human transgressions against another
Taking every breath and every ounce of your energy

Apathy settles comfortably when the world starts to cave in
Whether it’s caused by sickness of the mind or a lack of fire in the heart
Losing battles will always end up with your spirit being whisked away

Persecution belongs to the many, but only a few are in this predicament
Who is more guilty and who should be crucified?
Would past mistakes beget future mistakes?

Do we not learn from our experiences and move on.
Or do we sit in our own shit and not know it?
Or do we like it like that, warm and clammy?

To persecute is easy, as easy as easy can be
But to be on the other side, it’s a losing game
Trudging through moments with a ball and chain

I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.

From What the eyes cannot see

There are things in life that impact us - be it lessons taught or lessons learned. But as we go about our circadian, these priceless nuggets lose its meaning and is soon forgotten. So, to honor this timeless poem that i heard while watching a movie today - I will post it in my blog:


INVICTUS
William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud,

Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

TIME

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What is it about the random but steady ripples of time?
That even the renowned Little Prince
Spoke about life through rhythm and rhyme
Which my thoughts bedazzle

Upon the heavens the stars stand as witnesses
Of the first walk from the first men in Africa
To its other quests bringing the peak of ruthlessness
And the greatest of chivalry all at once

Sublime is it to see the ticking of every clock
Rising and setting - the passing of each day
Our shadows bouncing to and fro along with our epochs
As we shun the important ones for thingamajigs

Ancient natural philosophers see the water and waves
Others conceive the eternal and immutable
Many believe in a God that saves
But did this really serve well in our daily ways?

Everyone agrees that time is linear
And yet man continues to commit looping mistakes
Do learning curves form a loop too?
Irrational thinking for a rational being