The moon, she shines
So bright and strong
Superfluous with pride and scintillating beyond eyes.
Guiding, leading, glowing she does
Tireless, with alacrity
Regardless of a face that’s dull
And from the heavens she looks down to us
Pulchritudinous yet virile
And ever so gandiloquently claims us hers
A part of her pure, crystal sphere
I dipped my head under water, expecting the wave to take me away, my body to lay on the beach. I waited – eyes closed, anxious – nothing happened. I let out the air held through my nose and stood, refreshed beyond belief. Another wave was forming, I slowly descended. Waiting more anxiously this time – eyes shut tighter. Still, nothing. I opened my eyes, the salt water burned them. The irritation faded and finally, my sight was resorted. Under water, my senses were dull, I couldn’t move well, hear well, see well or smell at all. But beauty was more than evident. Ravishing in the water filtered sun light was the algae on the rocks, the microscopic fish in their schools, the sand – apparently defying gravity. I could feel my lungs’ thirst for oxygen reaching its apex, so I pushed off a rock. Gasp. And finally the wave crashed. I felt the water go up my nose, in my eyes. I could feel my body lose any control it had. I crawled onto the beach, coughing and spitting out all the water. I stood, weary, and stared into the sea – its blue not as crystal now – and realised how insignificant and tiny I was. A miniscule spec when compared to the rest of the world. Populations under the sea just adding to our 7 billion. The billions below the sea haven’t disturbed us in any way, they haven’t even been on our land. But we’ve spilt oil in their home, burned parts down, thrown bomb residue, what right do we have? The beauty I was fortunate to see was beyond compare to any landscape we have above water. We never respect land that doesn’t belong to us. This mentality can be seen everywhere around us, even when it comes to our neighbour’s property, non of us seem to give a damn. But why? Why does every situation where humans get involved become idiosyncratic? Are we idiots? Does the world just belong to us? And how long will it be before we all realise what the right answer is? I guess we have to sit and wait for either self realisation or for mother earth to do her job and make us realise.
Everyone’s walked the ‘walk of shame’ at some point in their lives. Of course, it’s always for a different reason. Whether it’s sleeping on someone’s butt, doing it too fast, peeing from a window or just being plain loud, we all walk ‘the walk’ the next morning. (Except for the owner of the house you went to – if you went to someone’s house of course)
But what actually makes the walk so hard, is having to take all of those judgmental looks. Living in India, society is a little conservative and doesn’t like the idea of people “having fun” unless it’s all safe and sound. They look you down from the head to toe and you feel naked. Initially you feel like apologizing for everything that you did and asking for their sincere forgiveness. Then you look at them back in the eyes, and give them the ‘what do you want’ nod.
Any stories of eye contact end right then and there.
Later on, after you’ve showered and the groggiesness is gone. It dawns on you that the bastard who was staring you down, was actually judging you. Being judged is easy, but realising that you’ve been judged is hard! And the way people deal with that is different. I, first get angry at the guy or gal for having the nerve to commit such an atrocity. But then I think it over and just say to myself, “WHO GIVES A FUCK?”
I know people who till this day are very worried about what society thinks of them (Yes C I’m referring to you) and can’t take such judgment.
But my last ‘walk’ made me realise – what society thinks of you really doesn’t matter. What you think of society is what really makes the difference. The sooner everyone on this planet realises that, people will be more open about their personalities and we will be truly living in a free world and not one that’s been denoted as free.
The sooner we realise this, the sooner ‘the walk’ will become just a walk.
There she was, just standing there.
The epitome of perfection.
I walked up to this ravishing beauty, pulled her hair back, gently kissed her.
She quivered, but didn’t shiver.
A smile, wide open eyes, alert, expressionless, rather a mirror, and an aura of boldness. That’s exactly what she was.
Quickly, she reddened and walked away, leaving me to ponder the ‘current events’.
Her return aroused my curiosity.
She walked up, came close, returned the favor, flushed, a deeper color this time. It was clear, what I desired, so did she.
We both turned, not holding hands but simply smiling, and walked onto an unknown passage; not hoping for a good or bad journey, but just a journey, one that we’d definitely remember.
I’m being coerced.
Coerced to live the way they want me to.
No one is free or liberated of society’s views, clichés, ‘streams’.
I’m suffocating, burning, scorching and searing under my fake skin.
My true skin?
I’ve lost, leaving me naked in the cold when alone, and burning when not.
I’m not me, we’re not we, no matter how much I or we want to be.
Burn. It’s okay to burn sometimes.
But from the ashes, rise a Phoenix.
I heard them whisper in my ear
You’re failing failing never to pass
I heard them whisper in my ear
They despise you and long for your demise
I heard then whisper in my ear
You’re a worthless brainless useless cunt
I heard them whisper in my ear
Leave this place and rid us of disgrace
But then she came, and whispered in my ear
Your grace isn’t waste
Your brain is full as your heart and soul
You’re worth more than anything but nothing is worth you
You’re the one, the only one
Don’t let anyone screw with you
On December 16th, 132 children lost their lives. Does it make any sense? Why such innocent children had to suffer? Why such bright eyed, young minds lost their chance to make a difference to the world?
No.
Did the Taliban speculate even once before shooting all of those 4 foot bags of bones, flesh and purity? Did they speculate about why they were attacking?
Maybe. Maybe not. But sources tell us that revenge was their motive.
Such a silly thing, revenge.
It’s probably one of the main fuels of the Islamic Religion.
Years ago, perhaps, some nobody decided to read the Quran in a sick manner. To use it to his advantage, at the expense of another’s. The result of his ‘Godly’ act? A pissed off human who, ever so ‘evidently’, is left seeking revenge.
This chain reaction grew, and evolved to an enormously great extent. To such lengths that people attached a stigma to the followers of Islam, tabooing them as blood thirsty terrorists.
Reality however, begs to differ. Islam preaches brotherhood, love, peace. It’s ill natured manipulation led to its present mangled state; leaving a few rationalists to stand before it, pitifully.
To all those terrorists out there. Do not speak the words of the Quran. Do not utter the teachings of Allah. Do not relate your sins with this beautiful culture.
Roll around in your own filth, don’t make others suffer because you don’t know how to be pure, peaceful and just.
Islam was made for Muslims, not animals.
Mist. Rise. Inhale. Is it pine? Or scented dust? I like it, the smell. Chirping. I can’t decide whether it’s a joy or annoyance. Barking. Definitely annoyance. I turn. Roll. Moan, not wanting to wake. Sigh. Here comes another day. Dawn quickly approaching. Sigh. Inhale. The sheets are getting old, I think. A hint of fabric softner. Ugh. Laundry. Better wake up. Another day of grime, sweat, stress, crime, corruption, is there anything good to look for? Yes. Sleeping again.
It’ll leave you without words.
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