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Tuesday, December 01, 2009

Calm as a storm.

There’s noise, everywhere. Silent screams of corrupted existence. Bleeding in to an unaware civilization. I see smokey figures form a large crowd, shouting cheers of death. I see the greed in their eyes. To consume the voice of yet another victim.

And like a black sheep, I’m taken to slaughter. I bleet inaudible pleas of forgiveness in a voice that truly irritates these people. Presenting my case in vain to those who designed this maze we live in. One where there is no right answer. Where prejudice and discrimination are woven in to the fibre of honesty and loyalty. Where transparency is blasphemy and compassion is taboo.

I try to break free from this leash tightened around my scarred neck. Fighting a lost battle. My eyes are now on the guillotine. I can see its blades sharpened by the decree of a kind that believes in what the man on the highest slot of the pyramid believes in. I can see the blood of others like me, dried up on its woodwork. Others who tried to think for themselves and clear the locust from the pond of life. Others who spoke up and lost their lives in trying to clear the way for revolutionaries after them.

Now they’re holding my head down against the wooden slab. I can smell death. Not mine. But of my values. My principles. My existence. And then there is silence.

Silence.

A calm so wonderful, that I hear only the sweet melody of my own heartbeat. And I understand that everything will be alright. Because when the guillotine falls, they will take away my voice, but not my soul. And it is in my soul that I truly exist. A place where what I am ‘is’. And like a lizard that severed its own tail to escape from enemies, I let them take my voice. Knowing that the strength of my soul will give me a new voice. One that is stronger, smarter, wiser.

The blade falls. I smile.

And it begins again.



Tuesday, November 24, 2009

blought

i can't seem to figure out what i'm doing wrong.

i am educated and smart.
i have a successful career.
i save money and plan for the future.
i respect culture and tradition.
i am very spiritual.
i am strong, tactful and generous.
i love adventures and discoveries.
i am caring and compassionate.
i can cook, clean and organize.
i could be called good-looking.
i sing, dance and write.

then why, pray tell, is the world's proverbial finger still pointing at my soul?


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Kicking the bucket...

The list begins easy. But then, uncurls like a serpent disturbed from deep slumber. In my growing years (not that they're over) I have wanted to do many things. Jotting down a bucket list of sorts. Promising to complete certain journeys, conquer certain monsters and harness certain skills. But as the hours turn in to days and days in months, and months in to sordid reminders, I realize will power and determination are no friends of mine.

My bucket list seemed exciting when it was created. But it's execution fails my human senses. Learn to play the guitar, master Arabic and Sanskrit, touch the great wall of China. While not a distant dream yet, all these little unsolved mysteries... these whimsical nuances... these pestering wishes... they evade me.

And I find myself wondering... Should I honourably give up while I'm behind and seek new adventures?

Or should I stay and fight?


Thursday, July 09, 2009

Apt 408 has brains...

Here’s a flamethrowing thought… what does your mind look like? If you had to define your mind as a physical visual, how would it look?

 

Under the influence and over the moon, I asked this question in Apt 408. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Apt 408 has opened again. For those of you who don’t know, My brother’s wife and kids go on leave and he opens the place to friends as Apt 408 – The Club.

 

So the flamethrower was launched and thus go the answers…

 

My mind is like a racecar zooming on a track. Absolute speed. Constantly racing.

 

My mind is like the Blackhole. Constantly sucking in everything that’s happening around.

 

My mind is like a television. Always a one-way conversation.

 

My mind is warped speed. Untamable ADHD.

 

My mind is like a very old library. And it has a restricted zone.

 

My mind would look like a vagina. Always looks different and you never know what you’ll get.

 

Flamethrower Thought Report:

Flamethrower ‘Mind’launched

Time: 01: 29 AM

Location: Apt 408

Result:  Mission successful

 

 

 

"I will never stop running in to adventurous escapes. And so, I will never stop running".

 

Hello everybody...

 


Saturday, June 20, 2009

The luckiest girl in the world...

And as seredipity becomes the universe's angel, she becomes a blessing in my life.

I am gauged, everyday. Not just by the mortals of this world, but also by the little fairies hiding in the soul of this universe. While I may not particularly fall in to the good books of those from mud, I realize I am a personal favourite of this universe.

Because on this ethereal Summer Solstice of the year 2009, I sit wrapped in the loving embrace of two very special people. One, who was born in to my life as a sister and unexpectedly became my friend and confidante. And the other, who was sent to me by the universe after I asked for a sign that I could still feel love in this cold, cold heart.

I sit here awed and grateful to the universe for hearing me whenever I plugged in. For placing everything I ever asked for on a silver platter lined with rose petals. For always having an eye on me when I most needed guidance. And for sending me the occasional slap across my face for disrespecting myself.

In this phenomenally cosmic trance, I feel happiness gush through my every pore, serenading my soul in a dance of absolute ecstacy. As this happens, I feel like the absolute sign of balance - the yin-yang. Because while the poison of dark destitution inks me, there is also the iridescent bloom exploding within me. And I can feel their energy within me at every time, spreading love and hate, tears and laughter...

I'm so lucky.



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