The Flower (take 1)

 

 

 

  So as usual I wanted to do something new, something that is interesting and challenging. Thus I decided to write a poem, a romantic one haha. You know, to prove my versatility and creativeness. Apparently it proves quite the opposite.

Well this is my first try in coming up with a so to speak ‘endearing’ poem. I’d also like to thank Ell, Fiki, Shazni, Diyana and Muna for reading and commenting on it and on giving me tips on how I could make it sound more erm genuine. Needless to say they all had the same opinion, it wasn’t as romantic as they'd like it to be...women :p 

Hence I’ll come up with another before the end of next week. In hope, that it’ll be better than this one…

 

 

Constantly bugged by insects and bees,

Intricate, detailed, oh you eradicate,

Knowing your prize and holding it high,

Annoyance and irate to those who pry

 

For if I had to offer,

I would’ve given thee the stars, the skies, the moon and the sun,

Illogical but hey, one becomes a visionary,

In a trance, in the sensation of love,

One shouldn’t offer something unreal,

But thou, thou delight in hearing such feat

 

Your starry eyes, a mystery to unveil,

A simple stare, could make limbs shiver,

A little smile, would make things better,

Oh thou, subject of aspire.

 

Perfection on the outside,

Meaningless if not in the inside,

Remember thee, the eyes mislead,

Deluding from what lies beneath

 

An immense field, of colorful flowers,

All so pretty and heart warming,

Promises of hope and serenity,

Yet only one causes the  heart to throb,

Obviously different, the heart felt it special.

 

In the vastness of the heavens,

A garden filled with superior colors,

One that causes the heart to shiver,

There was one that stood in splendor,

Giving this man, a sense of desire

 

Witnessing you is envisioning delight,

A dreamer, whom goes beyond boundaries,

To think of things ahead of his life,

Drowning himself in dreams alike

 

Warmth, care, a sense of belongingness,

Security, and to be held tight,

Mutual consent, a deeper understanding

Though worlds apart, they speak the language of  hearts,

That knoweth not disparity, but sincerity and authenticity.

 

To reach a stage beyond aesthetic-ness,

One sees the exterior, but more in within, therein,

For others might not comprehend, yet the hearts stays in power,

That is a sign of a successful joint

Of understanding and love that led adjoin

 

 

 

Pride

It is declared how when one tries to attain intelligence,

He is to grasp astuteness in everything and from everyone,

For an intelligent person finds knowledge in everything,

A cause behind every action and fraction,

 

It is said, when in search of knowledge,

It requires an attitude of openness and modesty,

That comes with strife and with one swallowing his pride,

To obey and abide, in the course of the light.

 

It is also stated, “Do you think that knowing is the same as not knowing?”

Certainly not, though in the peripheral it might appear so,

There is an obvious difference between the two,

The cleverer one gets, the more he realizes the more he ought to know.

 

But when the intellect starts to draw a line,

And seems to start and condescend,

He turns into someone who separates, that segregates,

To differentiate, to disparate and to manipulate his prowess’s,

 

He has lost his fight, to the translucent whispers, to words glorifying the self,

He now feels special, one apart from the norm,

An elitist, a superior being, powerful among others,

To stand out high, in demanding of respect…

 

In reality, he is one that has lost, has failed his test,

To enjoy in the temperament of moment,

For he is now not only discarded, despite the fact that he looks up to himself,

While the people and the servants stare at him in repugnance.    

 

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One of the best, most realistic movie I’ve seen in my days. The film comes with a package… of Great music, a good plot and excellent acting. It is a portrayal of people who are addicted and who abuse drugs and its effect regardless of their age and sex. 

It brings you into an in-depth journey on the life of someone whose life is bounded by substance and their train of thoughts. I hope you guys see the whole clip, if you think that the clip itslef is quite intense, wait till you watch the actual movie, if you haven't already that is. I hope I am not exaggerating and taking things too seriously here haha...before I forget the movie is called, “Requiem for a Dream”. Quite an old movie though.

About a Boy

So i was thinking of posting something more lighter and entertaining. I found this clip from an old movie i watched though it's kinda cliche and erm old fashioned perhaps...but i still enjoy watching it.

p.s. i should probably not say this out loud but i am a fan of Hugh Grant's movies hahaha

Heaven or Hell?

There comes a time when people entertain their thoughts and get carried away in a manner in which they shouldn’t get carried away with in the first place. Accompanied by foolishness and doing so for the sake of desperately wanting to discover something or just anything.

 In hope of gaining a new revelation maybe… Only to realize that it was futile, impossible, out of bound and just confirming what they knew all along. Here’s an example of such a thought:

 

The question arises; will one be happy or sad if he lives on forever? What would it feel like?

 

The innate nature of a man is to always adapt, recuperate and constantly in the struggle of making himself feel better than he did the previous second. That is the nature of man.

Having said that, will a person who lives in hell, one day get used to it and not feel as much pain?

And so, will a person who resides in heaven get bored of it and gain the slightest urge to get in to hell?

 

However, the inability of the mind to completely comprehend or to logically explain the meaning of ‘forever’ puts a halt into further poking into the idea.

 

Though for now,  it might appear as if we are going to live forever -- simply because we do not think of death, nevertheless certainly we know that it is anything but forever.

 

For now I guess, I’ll just have to pick a side. Surely one is better than the other.

Come to think about it, this whole so called, ‘rain of thoughts’ proves to be amazingly dumb and nonsensical… especially when something with sense comes to mind like; For a split second of excruciating pain is enough to cause severe pain and lead to one's death…to think that a kind of agonizing pain that could last for more than a mere few seconds, minutes,  hours, a couple of days, months or even years. 

Surely that’ll be like living in hell.

 

Having said that, the meaning of the word ‘forever’ becomes more comprehensible, So yes, in conclusion heaven wins and maybe It’s time to pick a side?

 

 

 

 

'The Present'

Once again he saw himself walking down a street. He had an ‘easy fit’ jeans on and a white color T-shirt which fitted him quite well. And a pair of sandals that aided him with his journey. His hair was messy because he decided not to mess with it nor add chemicals to it that particular day. That also meant not combing it, for he was afraid that if he had did that, might’ve notice some flaws and be tempted into putting stuff on his head. He wasn’t a fashion victim but prioritized comfort. It was a subject of importance to him.

 

Cars were hustling and bustling all around him and people were going about with their own businesses. He didn’t really have an exact direction to head to. Looking at all these people somewhat amused him and he felt a little envious towards them. Although their objectives may not be as clear as how their actions perceive them at that moment. Nonetheless the last thought did nothing to him, doing something is certainly better than not doing anything. Heading somewhere with a purpose is better than not having one, no matter how self deceiving and far fetched the objective is to the self.

 

His short days of holidays were spent almost wholly in a café located nearby -- in the company of his friend. Despite it being a little expensive, the services it offered were equivalent to its price. They sat there for hours and hours making their money well spent. Wasting their time and just sitting in, indulging in the cozy couch and in the soothing environment and looking at people.

 

Having said that, today he was by all himself and although he didn’t have a destination, he was already headed towards the café. Noticing that, he thought to himself that he should try going to the cafe alone and see whether it would feel the same as it did when he was with his friend.

 

“Good morning, Heippo” the person at the counter said as he walked in. He smiled a little and almost heavily put up his hand in reply to her greeting. He got his cup of drink and sat at an empty spot on the soft sofa. There weren’t many people around at that hour. “It was much more relaxing and peaceful.” he thought.

 

As soon as he sat, despite the cozy environment and the tasty drink he was having. He started to feel bored, one for not having a friend to converse with and secondly for not being able to pour his thoughts out. His feelings sank and he felt insecure and was now looking around to see if there were people staring at him and if his uneasiness were apparent to others.

 

The waitress who greeted him before walked towards him with a full smile and dropped a few reading materials on his table. She said, “There you go” looking pleased with her self and left him before he could say thanks.

 

Thankful to the waitress he schemed through the materials and picked one that he was unfamiliar with, it was entitled, ‘The Present!’ He noticed that it was a monthly magazine that gives its readers an update on what’s going on in the world at the moment.

 

He went through the index, looked at it for a moment and skipped it. His hands then stopped at the first article. After going through it, he moved on to the next one and the next one after that. He only stopped momentarily if it was about something he never heard of before or anything that was interesting enough to catch his attention.  Here is a little summary of what he read and how he perceived it to be.

 

Title 1: ‘War’ – it elaborated on how they hated and how they regret with loses of life but they continued killing and driving people out of their homes because it was inevitable in order to uplift peace.

 

Title 2: ‘The Economical Collapse’ - this one was about the hundreds of thousand of people getting retrenched all around the world, its effects and on the government being overthrown. And finally how everyone will eventually we affected by this phenomenon.

 

Title 3: ‘Natural Disasters’ - This one tells of the places being inflicted by natural disasters, the amount of deaths and the suffering of the people.

 

Title 4: ‘Global warming’ – this article started with how the North Pole was getting warmer and the change of climates in several countries around the world. It finished of rather pessimistically than the normal optimism that still gave a tinge of hope. It stated that it will be just a matter of years until something catastrophic happens.

 

Title 5: ‘Time’ – compared to the other writers, this one had his mug on the side of his article. He had this weird looking smile on his face, probably because it was fake or he was trying too hard...to smile.

 

Heippo was browsing through this one just like how he did with the other articles, however, this one caught his attention and he started to read it with proper dedication, “it is just the start of the New Year and I was still listing out my new year’s resolution only to realize that it was already February. What the hell, I questioned myself. How is this possible?

 

Everyday I feel the torture and the pain of being at work and being with people with no intelligence but with power and money. How is that a fair trade? I ask myself, my friends and even God. No one bothered to reply including myself. Back to the subject, I go back at home and sleep it off, trying to forget the place and the people. Only to realize that I am already, once again sitting here, trying to go unnoticed and hope that I remain invisible from their wicked eyes.”

 

He finished off his article with this, “It feels like time is chasing on to me as fast as Hussein Bolt. At this rate it would be a matter of seconds till I realize and say things like, ‘I am already too old for this shit.’ ”

 

Heippo had enough of that magazine, for some reason it scared the living hell out him. The word ‘apocalypse’ appeared in his mind several times -- followed by some disturbing images that he had related with the word apocalypse in his head. He looked at the magazine and wondered who would actually pay money to read this kind of stuff.

 

As he laid the magazine down on the table he began to hear a couple of voices bickering near him. Just a few feet away at the entrance of the café, it was what looked like a quarrel between a father and his daughter. The father was holding an ice cream cone with what appeared to be a long colorful ice cream stacked on the cone. His daughter, who was around 5 years of age, had her hands on her hips, and was looking at him angrily. She said with watery eyes, “how could you do this? I thought that the ice cream was supposed to be for me!!” She shrieked.

 

Looking at her unresponsive father…which added to her annoyance was licking and enjoying the cold colorful desert. She then said, “No wonder my soul is becoming darker and darker each day”. The father then looked at her and said, “Oh my baby, you’re finally maturing. I am glad that you’re finally taking your first steps into maturity.” He smiled at her genuinely and continued, “Well this is how life is, you know?” he said rhetorically. The girl now out of anger stepped on his shoe and caused him to slouch forward in pain. The daughter then jumped to reach the ice cream from her dad’s hand. Heippo without any shame was staring at them as if he was watching a movie and to his surprise, she managed to get it although in the process…spilling half of it in on the floor and on her dad’s shirt.

 

The father now smiled at her and congratulate her, “good! Move on with that hatred and fight in this cruel, corrupted world in order to survive” with that he patted his daughter’s head and they both smiled at each other and started walking out of the café’.

 

Heippo noticed that the waitress looked amused as she eyed them leaving and as soon as she noticed that he was looking at her, she smiled at him. ‘It’s time to leave.’ He said to himself. He returned the smile, nodded a little and had enough of what the day has already offered. The magazine, the weird father and daughter made him quite dizzy. He finally had a direction to head to, he headed home.     

 

 

 

 

 

The Protagonist

As expected, naturally and innately,

One is born to question and to seek precision,

His purpose of existence, 

To obey or to not,

To adhere, to decipher or to go back to bed,

 

Here is where you contemplate,

Listen not to what others say,

Decide and not take the easy way out,

For it says, “Truth standsout clear from error.”

 

Thus claims the main protagonist,

Now the antagonist, perhaps a male chauvinist,

Resident of someone’s residence,

Existing and dwelling in mere existence.

 

Spineless, limbless without a backbone to remain standing,

A creature of dissolute, like weak and frail,

Standing still with hands held high,

Hoping for a change, eagerly waiting for divine intervention

 

Coming of age, reaching pubescent,

Of teenage life and adulthood,

For what lesson it brings but pain and immorality,

Feels like living in prison, hurt then followed by restrictions.

 

Destined to shine, to standup high,

To place the forehead unto the ground,

With ultimate peace, overflowing with gratefulness,

Yet it seems so far away, and ignorance comes and takes its place.

 

What is this meaning of wanting to impress,

Why the need to be remembered?

Who is it that you truly live for?

Confused and lost, at the gates of heaven.

 

Of growing up and knowing people,

Heartbreaking and a life changing lesson,

Selfish, greedy, encompasses jealousy,

The ugly heart gloats while worshipping,

Put on a pious face to hide their true face.

 

Always ready to get to you,

Worse than the devil that whispers into you,

Each with his own, well planned goal,

Slave to their causes and presumed happiness.

 

For this an expression, a form of opinion,

Coming to transpire, to give an idea,

“The soul that sinneth, it shall die,

The son shall not bear the iniquity of the father,

Neither shall the father bear the iniquity of the son”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Penguin

“In 1935, if you wanted to read a good book, you needed either a lot of money or a library card. Available, but. Penguin, then a director of The Bodley Head.

 

After a weekend visiting Agatha Christie in Devon, he found himself on a platform at Exeter station searching its bookstall for something to read on his journey back to London, but discovered only popular magazines and reprints of Victorian novels.

 

Appalled by the selection on offer, Lane decided that good quality contemporary fiction should be made available at an attractive price and sold not just in traditional bookshops,but also in railway stations,tobacconists and chain stores.

 

He also wanted a 'dignified but flippant' symbol for his new business. His secretary suggested a Penguin and another employee was sent to London Zoo to make some sketches. 

 

Seventy years later Penguin is still one of the most recognizable brands in the world. The first Penguin paperbacks appeared in the summer of 1935 and included works by Ernest Hemingway,André Maurois and Agatha Christie. 

 

They were colour coded (orange for fiction, blue for biography, green for crime) and cost just sixpence,the same price as a packet of cigarettes. The way the public thought about books changed forever - the paperback revolution had begun.”

                                                                                        Excerpt taken from Penguin’s Myspace

 

 

This is a form of my showing of appreciation towards ‘Penguin’. For enabling those who can’t afford to buy expensive books to be able to acquire quality books for so much less. Recently I bought a Dostoyevsky’s for a very reasonable price and couldn’t be more pleased.

 

I would also like to add that the Penguin’s objective as a noble one and a very vigorous one especially towards the younger, upcoming generation. And lastly, hope that it’ll never perish and continue in helping others read more quality books that cost the same as a pack of cigarettes.