Requiem








('Requiem' by Mozart, better to listen to the longer version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zi8vJ_lMxQI and it helps to read with the music on)


Like most people who enjoy spending their time loitering at cafes; these two were no exemption. The best friends used to live in the same neighborhood when they were little. Maybe it was fated but the circumstances that led them close to one-another was poverty. The two friends were from a poor family living in a middle class neighborhood. They connected immediately and realized they needed each other and acknowledged the importance of having someone that gets it. This led to a beautifully blossomed and sustaining kinship.

Though they don’t live as neighbors anymore the bond they shared acted as a living flame that tied them together and enabled them to trust one another. You don’t see this kind of Friendship too often these days; it is a rare quality.

They were sitting on a set of what appeared as old-fashioned wooden stools that came with a matching round table. Our first protagonist was named Scotter, Scotter was having a cup of hot plain tea and the other, Aslam who shouldn’t be drinking coffee was having his favorite sweet black coffee. They both resented milk in their drinks.



About an hour later of what was filled with updating each other with experiences and stories they deemed worth sharing, Aslam sat up and exclaimed as he remembered something he wanted to talk about.

He began, ‘You know, I have this interest towards listening to a certain type of music that sometimes conjures up emotions, right?’

‘You mean your penchant towards dark and miserable things?’ replied Scotter sarcastically.

‘Well whatever man, we all have our inclination towards certain things that others might deem as weird.’ Aslam continued, ‘here is what happened, it was early in the morning, and this morning I had to take my medications and I wasn’t working that day thus I took things easy and I noticed that I wasn’t stressed out on having to go anywhere or rushing for anything; It was a good feeling, I have to say.’ Aslam nodded to himself as he said that.

‘Well good for you then, what are you trying to say?’ Scotter asked losing patience. ‘Relax man, just listen to me will you?’ Said Aslam.

Scotter looked at his now empty cup and asked the waiter for another hot cup of tea, ‘with lime this time’, he told the waiter. Aslam too asked for another cup of coffee.

‘To be honest, your stories have always been a little weird and gloomy man, don’t you think of anything normal?’ Asked Scotter again with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

‘Haha! I don’t know, I wish! But you know how circumstances tend to make people think and have a different outlook on certain things? So will you stop with your cheap sarcastic remarks and just listen to me vent out? I just need to share this with someone and who better to share it with than you?’ Aslam explained to him.

‘I am privileged.’ Scotter replied carefully and nodded in silent. Aslam took the hint and continued, ‘I turned on the computer and was looking forward to watch a movie or you know anything I’ve downloaded. As I was browsing through the files, I realized that I saw almost everything I downloaded recently’. I then got restless and started moving the cursor to the available drives and started double clicking random folders.’

‘To my surprise, I came across one of the clips I used to listen to all the time and is still one of my favorite till today. So I played it on. It must’ve been the medication I took, because I started to feel dizzy and floating. I stood up from the chair I was sitting and lied down on the floor instead, I was now aware that I was staring blindly at the ceiling.’

‘Wait, this song it’s not the one entitled requiem? As Aslam nodded Scotter let out a sigh and said, ‘Here we go again, you are going to talk about the song you listened to, aren’t you? He said agitated but a little interested. Aslam’s story was always a little peculiar and never normal to the point of entertaining.

Ignoring what Scotter just said, Aslam continued with his story, ‘Anyway the medications affect were getting stronger by the second.’ He paused for a moment and continued again, ‘now that I think about it I might’ve taken extra doses than what was originally prescribed by the doctor; and the speakers started singing out this amazing music. I was lying down on the floor looking at the white ceiling and my ears felt as if it was attending a feast.’

‘I noticed whilst the tunes came out from the speakers and swiftly entered my ears and flowed into my brain. My eyes were closed now.’

I started feeling a deep sense of hunger and I was also feeling weak all over. I opened my eyes and I was now standing on a vast black platform and everything below was black. Around me everything was as white as the ceiling I was staring at. As the song progressed I felt more and more alone.

Due to the stimulation of the music to the brain, I corresponded with the tune vigorously. In a trance like state, I vividly saw myself standing alone with nothing to atone. I tore away my relations with the world. The pangs of miseries stroked me vehemently, before any admonishing it started diminishing every little confidence and self esteem.

I needed a light that illuminates the path. These petty escapisms, I can’t account for them anymore. The self-fulfillment they bring out, little by little dispersed into mundane familiarity. What had done the job before was not able to come close to satisfactory anymore. The self gets used to things too fast, momentary escapisms, temporary happiness all in vain, accumulated into waste and disgrace.

For a moment there I thought I stood stagnant and malignant but how I was wrong, I wasn’t standing still, instead I observed myself moving backwards. I see myself being decapitated, depreciated, degraded, getting smaller and smaller. The choir spat out a melody that touts, the touts consequently sprouts out shame and a lingering growth of unhealthy tumor deep-rooted with pain and agony.

They construe what they misconstrue; they adhere to what they don’t comprehend. Disparity, impunity they attack from all sides. The choir continues singing excitingly, bringing to ground fleeting memories and bounded miseries that I never knew still living within.

All sorts of heavy tragedies passed through the vivid theatrical version, the production of what appeared as depicted by the mind. They fastened their pace and elaborately haunting the mind with melodies of grace. It made my mind race while I was standing perfectly still. And in a daze I started witnessing many strange things.

I was hypnotized, standing upright but everything else moved swiftly around me. I had to lie down and so I passed out but the vision in my mind kept conjuring up pictures and tales. The sudden serene followed by the shocking outburst of iniquity, still evoking and awaking my seething memories.

The orchestra was an inch away from me, they continued putting words into my mind. They mocked and they laughed, they sympathized and showed compassion, they serenaded and instilled hatred.

Scotter by now had taken interest and was amused listening to his friend’s expressing some very twisted tales. He always knew his friend had a weird sense of story telling but this was overly dramatic. He even started to assume that Aslam was making things up or did he really overdose on his medication? He then for some reason decided to test his friend, Scotter interjected and blurted out, ‘Have you ever wondered how rice is composed of flesh, bone, hair etc? Isn’t it amazing how food can turn into flesh and bone?’

Aslam stared at him disapprovingly. They both stared at each other for a few seconds until Scotter sighed and said with a regrettable tone, ‘sorry, carry on’.

‘As the song went on towards the middle, the conundrums in my eardrums were almost unbearable, I witnessed earth quakes, mountains colliding against one another, volcanoes erupting, tornadoes, thunderstorm and it was snowing where it shouldn’t but still the people lived on uncaringly in oblivion.

I could feel the thirst within me drying me up from the inside. The next minute I was in a completely different place, this time everything was great. My thirst was quenched! I was lying on a rich green carpet at a splendid forest. The air was pure, the atmosphere a cure, the flowers bloomed and animals happily loomed. The children were hopping joyously, the adults all looked without stress and worry and appeared sincerely happy.

Soon I once again noticed a change of phase; the conductor began signaling other things. As swiftly as I was comforted, the next second I find myself gasping for air. I knew I was in a state of calamity. I was in a country in way and I saw the face of a worried mother carrying her child running around aimlessly with no sense of direction. A number of other mothers with their children too joined her and they ran around seeking shelter and protection. They came into a dark alley whilst their enemies waited gawking treacherously. The mothers’ eyes were filled fear and tremor, the enemies eyes were colored with deceit and an unaccountable amount of foolishness. The mothers fell into their trap and their journey ended protecting their child.

The melody changed and so did my vision. This time I was bounded and shackled by heavy wooden garments. My hands, feet and neck were chained and I was put to kneel in front of a mad shrieking crowd. Having always been too self-conscious, I was surprised that I didn’t care what the people thought. I hope I always saw it this way, but at that moment, they appeared as merely objects who were moved and pushed around.

A huge man with a charming face came out with an axe. He looked at me and let out a crooked smile. He didn’t waste any time, while the masses were getting rowdy. He lifted up the axe and said goodbye.

I was now in a different state; in a desert where nobody lives; my body was stretched out longer than I could ever imagine. Under the scorching sun and dried by the burning sand. My back was burned and the pain was unbearable. I witnessed then a sudden appearance of thousands of beings walking from a distance. They came out of nowhere and as they neared me, they deliberately walked on me and as they got to my chest stepped unto it bashed and kicked it. I could feel the stab from every step and they proceeded to my head and when they were there they left their crazy thoughts and ideas into my head. Some shouted, some whispered but everything they said were dimwitted.

I was now fast asleep, like a child sleeping. The lullaby carried on. There was a revelation; they were never anything bringing me down, not a single burden. The world is my heaven—I noticed then I dropped my guard and the world started spinning once again, bringing about realism into the reality. As it spun, everything affected me. I was affected by every single occurrence. That led me to believe in my existence of a weak, dependant human.

The song was coming to an end. All these while, while they were punishing me I finally noticed something worth mentioning, I wasn’t at their mercy, they were merely mercenaries, the one controlling them was moving his hands frantically into the empty air. This man too was a tool controlled by certain entities and they too were controlled by other parties and finally every man has to abide and is at the mercy of nature or the one that commands it and as long as you’re human one cannot devoid himself from abiding with the laws and rules of the universe and being human.’

Aslam rubbed his hand that it almost looked like he was clapping them. ‘Is that it?’ Scotter asked. I know you were making this up and you made me listen and I got interested, why didn’t you finish it off with a happier ending?’

‘I wasn’t making it up man’ Aslam replied and paused and thought for a bit. ‘Well, there’s no use fooling you, but I really did dream or hallucinate about most of them. He stopped again expecting a reply. When there was none from his friend, Aslam asked Scotter, ‘was it good? Did you like it?’ ‘I want to go home now and you are paying.’ As he got up Scotter added, ‘I like happy endings man!’ and walked out the café.



(Aslam and Scotter)


Detest the Test

I live amongst torn and throngs of disparity,

Torn into a thousand pieces,

Thrown into the depths of treacherous creatures,

Significance sees not insignificance,

Filled with troublesome questions;

With no apparent solutions,

Hopeful skin shreds in multitude,

Crumbles the insides and lest suffers,

The soul impoverished,

It’s light slowly vanishing,

Brandishing a flag of surrendering,

A crooked smile, a sign poor embodiment,

The right side now broken,

Confidence must be awaken,

A diseased soul now apparent,

In the face of the beholder,

His faults are shown,

Shun into solitude,

Shone did the sunlight,

With anger and torment,

Causing the self to bleed,

The self-reliant no longer self-reliance,

Awaiting and hoping,

Destiny in destitute,

Unfulfilled matrimony,

Distinguished guests look on warily,

The earths spin against me,

A parasite judged unfairly,

He looked into the skies,

Dropped to his knees and begged for compassion,

For answers,

Or what he was destined,

To shine or to go blind;

Enshrine his soul from dreams and fantasies,

The skies looked back at him,

Kept on staring and vanished in hindsight,

I walk amongst madness and tragedies,

Where the wronged is right,

And the right is wronged

But still I shan’t waver,

Since the skies has yet to answer,

I am not just any dreamer,

Soon fate will set free its secrets,

A simple man with humility,

Not great nor mighty,

But stands in truth and piety,

His destiny was his journey,

To unearth wisdom and the self within,

He bowed his head and then prostrated,

With sincerity and his friend purity.

Till then the servant,

Will act with patience and piety,

Hopeful to walk the path to intelligence.

The Dreamer

Like the moon her presence always shines upon him,

So clear and enchanting,

But as he reached out to seize the moon,

She was further than he wished her to be,

She distanced herself and eyed him coldly,

He wasn’t as privileged as she wanted him to be.


From far away your light illumines,

Pure and undeterred,

She glows unbiasedly,

He stood there awaiting, unfaltering,

For a tiny hint, a teeny gesture;

He was hoping to attain,

A pure accompaniment,

A hand of warmth and compassion,

A being that stays together for better or worse.


Her appeal and kindness,

Appeared in torrents,

Overwhelming with strong emotions

A sensation of delight and bliss,

Overcame his whole being,

He closed his eyes and took in the ecstasy.


For the romantic dreams,

Of closeness and thoughtfulness,

Heart longing and addressing,

Writing letters that goes unnoticed,

He kept on daydreaming,

For the maiden to notice.


But her kindness only exist in his imaginings,

The angels appeared pure and untainted only in dreams,

For only in his thoughts she was alive and smiling.

Reality was nothing-alike dreams,

Still he continued to daydream,

He found acceptance and happiness,

For as long as he dreamt.

Sunny Side Up!

In the near, almost immediate future.. Man in their inclination towards going against nature ironically, maybe even expectedly ceased to be ‘manlike’. Whether it was a curse, a gift or merely the fated journey of man and his kind. This being called man continues with life into a journey full of expectations and hope albeit without the slightest power and control over his fate and the dream he wishes to grasp.

You might go so far as thinking of God, you are not wrong but we are here still talking about fate and soul being controlled by other people who scripted and ascribed how certain things should appear like—things that might determine happiness and sadness, success and failure; accordingly these corrupt pioneers then conveniently establish commandments a manifesto of what is right and wrong as depicted by them, these self proclaimed elevated humans. Of course it was inevitable but it doesn’t mean abiding to these pompous, self-righteous man made rules.

Well it now comes back to individual perception. The individual perception; what a bothersome nuisance some might perceive; Especially when most individuals’ intellectual quality are the same as or probably worse than farm animals. Sorry about that the introduction went awry due to my inability to hide my affection towards mere mortals.

Back to the topic we were discussing, let us all try to portray a picture in our mind. Imagine a man leaving for work in his slick executive attire in the morning driving his executive car, he then dwells with people similar to him both physically and mentally in a lavish concrete building, a similitude to success and the stability that paid off after the years they put in to reach such a state. They then adapt pretty well with things like pollutions/traffic jams and the need to party everyday after work as a way of release, of self-fulfillment and escapism and then come back home at the wee hours of the night.

Knowing that we mentioned about individual perception, some almost instinct-ly would go, ‘Oh what a glorious/successful lifestyle!’ Or some might see it as an occupational hazard where one has to sacrifice himself in order to let’s just say buy more lavish items one doesn’t necessarily needs but for the exception to adhere to one’s superficial desire to act as an encouragement to continue with their current ‘meaningful’ life. Some might also see that as, well as we see it: A façade, a beautiful, astonishing painting lying in the center of a mountain of stinking waste. In other words a pretense that is so deep of a pretense that the individual fail to see his own sense of pretenses.

On another note, we aren’t merely talking about careers. We here are questioning the whole works, the system, the way of life, the education system, the syllabuses, the self and everything else that perpetuates and makes on realize of the thing we weren’t aware of before.

Man as computers, as robots. Are man robots? We certainly know that men are able to live life like machines. What is a man’s goal in life? What is the reason of a man put into life in this currently sad not much to say world? What is man? What is life and what is the ideal life for man? We did mention self-perception as you can see again and again. Could that be the answer?

How is working 5 days a week like a robot—going to work at the dawn of light and coming back when the darkness of night has overwhelmed the whole atmosphere; exhausted and drained from the same unproductive routine and instantly falling off like a heavy sack of nothingness into one’s bed and having 2 days they call weekends for yourself and your family to somewhat keep you functioning and going with the cycle called life?

Who was the person responsible for the creation of weekends and weekdays? What an evil cycle of manipulating people into keeping them hopeful and moving. These days’ people’s goals are merely to get to weekends and that goes an as a hope or at least as something to look forward to; Like a light at the end of the week (tunnel). The balance of life has never been as critical as it has been today. We have mindless people wandering the earth doing mindless things.

Who cares if this appears extremely whiny or disobeying or whatever you might have in mind? Well that’s right, you do.

Why don’t you take away my soul and install a chip in my body and give me no choice instead? Instead we were given a soul and a distasteful and almost a taunting amount of choice.

The stupidity, the corrupted mind of man and the short sightedness of previous ignorant leaders that has plagued the world are reigning as they have planned or hoped for. The funny part is history has an almost certain tendency in always repeating itself.

In chasing insignificance that one sees as significant, all light and peace has been thrown out and all we can do is adhere to this stupid dream that turns man into slave for nonsensical, petty goals and most of them involves being able to impress THE dim-witted people that were responsible to uphold sheer stupidity as what they deem as success and greatness. Now we have even imbeciles trying to impress stupid people and fellow farm animals abiding and ending their life in realizing this phenomenon of what we shall come to know as, ‘universal stupidity’.

All of these prestigious leaders with their programmed minds and penchant towards insignificance play the role in lowering the quality of life and making people sign a treaty of enslavement and trap them into lifeless, mindless beings.

How is a man to achieve self understanding, when the environment and the expectation of society is manufactured delicately in a way that the only way he is able to find meaning is to jail himself, lock the cage and throw the key away?

There are idiots like us who are rebellious and unhappy with the state of this almost machine/ computer like life. Then there are the achievers who regardless of their well being continue to strive in order to become someone in society and finds a wife who deems the same and produce more life into this glorified world and again strife to provide their offspring’s with what they depict as the perfect life in their journey towards a happily ever after life. Admirable nonetheless. They would probably say they had no choice, a reasonable argument that even we seem to agree upon. For all you know it was us who said that in the first place.

Time and time again we come to question, surely man has something more significant to realize? That too comes back to individual perception and now there is no convincing of people; hence the proof of choice. The individuals today are all innately born puppets ready to adhere to mock their souls by restricting it to lifelessness akin to an inanimate object.

This too is written in the assumption that people are equal but every Tom, Dick and Terry knows that’s not the case. We are different and the world certainly is not the fairest place to live in. Of course that too is an understatement.

Don’t you worry about us lot, perhaps you might think we share the same goal as you as in trying to impress and get recognized by human beings. Surely you are mistaken, we do not dream to achieve such dreams. To do so would be like trying to gain respect and recognition from a stray animal.

The mind is a powerful thing it sees things as how it was programmed since the beginning. It takes a sound, curious, brave, intelligent mind to go against the stride and waves that would probably overwhelm beliefs and faith.

For we have forgotten, and so we are forgotten, we have not seen the signs, we take many things for granted and are unaware of a lot of things. For who are we to say, we too are the same, on the other hand we are trying to say, we the people should be more than mere people.

Discordant Constellations

“I woke up…late as usual. There was something unusual—I noticed something unusual I meant to say; I found a smile on my face. I don’t wake up with a smile on my face! I wake up frowning on most days. No not the days I tell myself that I ought to show content and gratitude. It is all in the mind as they say. I do agree with what they say (at times). Back to the dream, It was a dream I remembered I had a dream:


In my dreams we embraced,

Your beautiful smile blossomed,

As all the plants and flowers around followed suit before you,

Your silhouette alone enough in mesmerizing,

In my dreams you were always smiling,

Our souls intertwining,

Happiness seemed overflowing.


Hand in hand our resolves were solved,

The garden was singing its lullaby,

The green haven emits a serene melody,

Refreshing dews beautifully appeared throughout the greenery,

The pure air brought harmony, tranquility and peaceful memories,

We never felt so much at ease.

The atmosphere both calm and blinding, binding us in ecstasy,

The mind has now accomplished goals, dreams and objectives.


He woke up and sat on his bed still drunk from the sheer joy of what he had dreamt. A few floating minutes passed by as tried to compose himself. He stood up and opened the blinds to his windows. The glaring sunlight gushed in and attacked, protruding in with its light, he sheltered his eyes using one of his hands from the fierce glare and heat it brought with it. He then knew it was an abrupt indication, an intervention, a rude awakening. His innocence and naivety to no avail will no doubt do him any good, but he liked to think it was good to be hopeful, a thought he will soon learn to be hurtful.

He was now wide awake. He was forced back into reality; “my soul sucked dried out, the balls they call eyes were dark and rich with signs of anguish and sadness, the afore mentioned protagonist now walked with his head lowered down to his knees;


In reality, there is no such delicacy,

There is no altruism!

Only abhorrence and degradation,

I found discord in the constellations,

The moon turned black as I shift my eyes to it.


In a vast black sea,

I was surviving atop of a wrecked boat,

Hanging for dear life, going from nowhere to nowhere,

Floating aimlessly, the birds that passed by,

Looked down grimacing and laughed at my failing,

The boat began to wither and I began to shiver,

The weather seemed bitter,

I found refuge in shutting my eyes..”


He fell again into another dream, his mind were focused on something that might come as encouraging and uplifting and so he began a journey into what he deemed as actual reality:


The moon was glowing; it’s beauty mesmerizing,

It glows in harmony; never too bright we inhale its light,

A mere reflection of light, nay not the source of light;

It is said so in the book of light.

A mere reflection but too significant,

As we sat on it,

Our hands clasped and our hearts erupted with joy,

The world appeared less challenging,

No one conniving nor anyone interrupting…

All of a sudden, he heard someone pounding on his door, pounding so hard he thought it would collapse the door; troubled he was his dream being tempered; he opened the door putting anger in his eyes. They hurried in and pushed him out. The huge men taught him a lesson and when they were done, the leader shouted, “Go away! You lazy dreamer and never to return!” they continued to scorn at him, their eyes bulging out threateningly.

Our protagonist went out seeking refuge and solace, positive and hopeful dependent on his friends. One by one they took of their masks and revealed their true selves; on their forehead, it was written, ‘Fuck off!’ our protagonist noticed something smaller and longer written beneath it, he moved closer and read the smaller description, he read, ‘only for the self and no one else if the self has nothing to gain then go fuck yourself!’ with that he understood about them. Similarly, all of his friends had the same words written on their forehead.

He continued walking until he couldn’t take it and dropped to his knees; he lifted his hands in the air and moved it to his back and reached for his shoulder blades. He proceeded to pull out two fierce blades, looking sharp to its core. From that day on he was wary with people and the mask they sew on their faces.

His journey continued on and on until he reached deep into the deepest forests. Until one day, he came across a magnificently huge tree. He looked at it and immediately decreed, ‘this will be my new home.’ He began cultivating it into his house, he brought up pieces of wood, sticks and other materials high on the great tree, he had to climb up at least 100 meters up to built his nest where it was nice, safe and comfy. He used his blades to carve and shape the woods. He did this for more than a couple of months diligently with very little sleep.

Finally when he was done building his home that could house a small family. He finally felt he could slumber comfortably without any worries and entered his bedroom to get some long awaited sleep.

Before he slept he said to himself, ‘I sit on the moon from afar and see; you rejected me like the sun’s scorching heat. The moon is white and so are you; but light and skin is not the same thing, your fair skin does not make you a nobler being. White can be pure, white can be clean, but whites are mostly evil beings.’ Then he drifted off into becoming a different being:


I found strength in myself,

Hope flourishes through my chest,

My spirit overwhelmed by self-worthy,

Alone I stand with capability,

I need not to be accepted,

For I have acceptance and you misguidance,

I am free now in my dreams,

Though I dread and I continue to fret,

The moment of awakening,

The eyes opening—the trials beckoning.

Coherence/Incoherence

Verily look at me, I descend from the heavens, it is fate that I am above all of you, my fair skin radiates in superiority! My fair skin likens me to the angels in heavens, bow unto me people with iniquity! This is my world, I enter the holy place with a vibrant light of faith enveloping me, mesmerizing everyone…bow unto me and praise me for I am better than thee. And these were the thoughts that went through their minds as they entered the house of worship covering themselves in make believe piety.

Get off the throne, u filthy drone, who gave you the permission to act as the honorable one? Wipe of the slime dripping from your face but reality comes and shoves me to my place, this is your world and I am the slave.

The crow then came, and then he said, ‘I am a crow, I am vulturous, I am ravicious, I do my job—you do yours; contemplate... intelligence and stupidity are both yours.’

It was 2020, it is now, it is distant, they make no difference—the so called intelligent people, the bourgeoisie they carry a known trait. It made them successful in the eye of their believers. They lie and deceit but still that’s not their main trait. They are selfish creatures. They steal from humanity and chase for deluded supremacy.

The ‘lords’ they pray in ‘khusyukness’ in their kusyukness apparently other peoples focus and concentration aren’t as important, for they chant out loud and make obvious their ‘religiousness’, for others to hear their voices instead of their own voices. Once again a show of their main trait, the self above everything else, selfishness knows no bounds and they glorify themselves even in prostrating.

I had more than I can handle, I had enough of this, I need release! I was shouting in my mind. I thought the same has happened and as usual my cry vanished in air. I was glad I was mistaken, A few minutes past I see a luminous figure arising in sight. It neared me with its monstrous wings—it took me by its wings and carried me into comforting dark oblivion. Sadly it dropped me back into the land of crazy people. Thankfully, What I met was no man, it was a thin cow awaiting death.

I was peeling an orange and giving it to the cow, it stood up and started eating heartily. I too was happy; I was bringing joy to a living thing. I peeled another one and then another one as it was getting more accepting with each fruit. The cow now grew bigger and looked healthier. Though after a few precious minutes, the cow then suddenly fell and it’s tummy stopped moving. I overfed a cow with oranges. One half of the dead cow turned into sophisticated mangosteens the other into a packet of milk. I took them back home a gesture of putting food on the table.

Your smile wide, almost invading, almost crusading through the doors of the hearts but your eyes are so dark, when my eyes lay lights to your heart all I see is a dry vanquished path, awry the heart has gone weary awry. They’re complacent of their deeds, they’re happy with their creed, the devil lives fornicating in their skins, these men! Are the devils representatives.

The guys in the front row, with their acts of self piety, they stand not adjoined but with gaps amongst them. The devils in between them were named separation, racial segregation and fascist pigs, arrogance, ignorance and the list goes on. All of them rooted from pride and stupidity. Stupidity in piety; I used to hate people, now I hate myself for being of the same species.

And then the snake came, it said, ‘I am poisonous, I am venomous, I am silent and I come suddenly, I attack silently, I learned all this from man and still man is and had always been better than me.’

Hey! Look at me! Look at me! I am pretty piety, why don’t you say something nice about me?

A realization dropped heavily on me, people’s logic and reasoning are beyond me. What they think and believe in is what they think and believe in. Only few have the gift into making them see how they connive themselves into transgressing deities. For now all he can do is strive naturally and hope to accomplish knowledge and experience wisdom and the art of understanding.

I am a little sick, my mind is numb, the chair I am sitting on started rocking by itself, instability caused the chair to rock, instability with a disability, for what it’s worth, life does revolve around dependency and inability.

Beautiful world

"America touts itself as the land of the free, but the number one freedom that you and I have is the freedom to enter into a subservient role in the workplace. Once you exercise this freedom you've lost all control over what you do, what is produced, and how it is produced. And in the end, the product doesn't belong to you. The only way you can avoid bosses and jobs is if you don't care about making a living. Which leads to the second freedom: the freedom to starve." Tom Morello

The quote was longer than 140 words and FB only allows you to write up to 420 words; hence I had to come here. I felt obligated to post it...for myself. And since I am posting it, I thought why not insert some of my own thoughts, right?

Not only in America, most probably the whole world. This is the real scenario, the apartheid towards humanity. We are so deep in this man made mockery that the younger generation would innately think that this is life as it is. Maybe it’s just me, you might think that I am lazy, but maybe I am sleazy but if this is life and the only choices it gives, I don’t see any real meaning, maybe enslavement towards the corporation (indirectly of course). The people on the other hand enslaved towards their material desire, I only see depression and malignance laid for me. But really it’s just me, you don’t have to concern me, surely I wish to find truth in me, in doing so I would find freedom and peace within me.

I know people dislike this from me, ‘maybe it’s just jealousy!?’ I hear hearsays, Well don’t take it too seriously? It’s not that I am asking you to agree, this is the information I agree and this too is my decree, as you can see I have fun with words and vocabulary.

This too reminded me of a cool video clip, enjoy and have a good weekend. I also reminded to remind myself to read the ‘book’ ordained to me.



Mind in Dark Mines

When the self is distressed,

Heavy pounding comes across the chest,

When the mind is depressed,

It dresses black with protests.


When everything points to a certain way,

It is difficult to look the other way,

Depth and wisdom seems so far away,

Truth and freedom lies distance away,

People all over triumph nonchalantly,

People all over live unevenly,

People all over cover their miseries,

I disagree, you look oh so merrily,

My heart beats but weeps of insufficiency.


Poverty of the mind,

Hunger of the soul,

Tantrum conundrums,

Frightened the scoundrels…


Heavy the burden,

People, they don’t seem concerned,

Neither do they concern,

In surviving, you remain mortifying,

In the name of survival,

You truly are the devil’s scrotum.


The soul shouts,

The heart screeches,

The creatures beseeches,

But inside all remain helpless,

The self cries,

Helpless and dependant,

Beat up and rotten,

To the eyes of the world,

He rather be forgotten.


The flesh tears,

The bones try to bear,

Blood, red in pain,

Oh my, life’s strangling,

The breath seems to weaken,

The soul gasp as the mind goes mental.


Earth shattering,

Earth quakes and its entire kin,

Come together and disrupt my sleep,

Asleep and awake both depressing,

Stop lying to yourself,

Make yourself feel better,

Positivity you help no longer,

Positivity, stay with me and let’s lie to one another,

Positivity come, let’s look positively at the world’s atrocities.


Cursed with this expression,

A gift of enlightenment,

Curse or enlightenment?

accursed to enlightenment?

Both,

But the minds needs some nourishments,

The mind is craving for more wisdom.


The soul is pale,

The soul is stale, from appeal and longing,

The soul misbehaves approaching shortcomings,

Disregard this tale, too troubled and confusing.

If you’re not the one bearing,

You might as well stay concealing,

The soul is pale and so is this tale,

It appears proud in revealing malnourishments.