You know what happened to Freedom of speech
It got lost along the way, when speech became free to use without sense
Commercialism is great, growth, motion, change, everybody aiming to go forward!
amazing
But what about those newspapers, magazines and television shows which host information
based on Brands, Political networking, and Brain wash substance abuse
Really, Harpers Bazaar.. Your issue this month is so full of Brands
that by the last page, my mind was repeating, Valentino, D and G, Fendi..
the words were in bold, and throughout each page... more like a full blown
beautified version of advertising endorsements
Do those people actually wear those clothes cos theyre beautiful..
Im starting to think that some might just be encouraged by its importance
and Name Value
Newspapers.. the information is so biased! I mean the political connections are obvious, which different papers implying distinct things. I understand we are different, yet how many story creations, ' points of view,' on a factual story basis can there be!
Ok so Bombay Times, gets people to pay them to put their pictures in on page 3, yet when was it acceptable, to tell a tale of a product selling like crazy, when the stock hasn't even been touched!
Selling, has been going on since the start of mankind, I mean come on , it started with human bodies.
But now it's the mind, getting used to refueling self with material thoughts! Welcome 2010..
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Ironic changes..
You looked at me... and saw what you wanted
You used that as a statement, then to me a judgement
Yet that is what you see
Each word, you used, each phrase you explained me with
Was just a way for you to see yourself
unable to conquer your flaw, you chose to 'rid' it
I see growth, then I saw resistance
How ironic.. the flower is budding and the air clear
The seeds are new, and the soil doesn't have you..
You used that as a statement, then to me a judgement
Yet that is what you see
Each word, you used, each phrase you explained me with
Was just a way for you to see yourself
unable to conquer your flaw, you chose to 'rid' it
I see growth, then I saw resistance
How ironic.. the flower is budding and the air clear
The seeds are new, and the soil doesn't have you..
Thursday, February 25, 2010
'In India'
' In India, in India,' as though 'India' has a bunch of Rules
which were handed out to everybody in the first grade,
that said this is the way things are done, this is what is expected
and this is how we think, eat and party.
Wait a minute, did India suddenly island itself of from everyone else
and create its own base, rules, energy vibes n society functions.
As though all the systems in this country are original, and the rest of the world
hasn't passed on it's knowledge over the years.
If we sat down, myself with another who thinks this way, a few I have come across in this visit
I know, at the expense of being obnoxious, that if being Indian means knowing my place
then in terms of Indian history, culture, rituals, thought, politics and way of life I would have the upper hand.
So it's ironic when this 'stuck up bunch' who just by being born in this country think they have the right
to claim they are the real ones through insinuation.
And those aware of the resistance of 'In India,' countinue doing the same,
fooling themselves, a comfort zone which fulfills their happiness of being in a society
reluctant to change, with matters of politics, standards, old systems and it actually
reflects on members who claim to be used to the innefficiency and poverty of the place
as though it were a indifference to the general themes, ' We are used to it yaar,'
rather than an acceptance of that which is, IS.
So many individuals, change their hair colour, clothes, shoes, and brands on a daily basis,
yet their personal work fails to change.
So much external, without internal, what a pity for those who stay stuck in this rigid state of 'In India.'
which were handed out to everybody in the first grade,
that said this is the way things are done, this is what is expected
and this is how we think, eat and party.
Wait a minute, did India suddenly island itself of from everyone else
and create its own base, rules, energy vibes n society functions.
As though all the systems in this country are original, and the rest of the world
hasn't passed on it's knowledge over the years.
If we sat down, myself with another who thinks this way, a few I have come across in this visit
I know, at the expense of being obnoxious, that if being Indian means knowing my place
then in terms of Indian history, culture, rituals, thought, politics and way of life I would have the upper hand.
So it's ironic when this 'stuck up bunch' who just by being born in this country think they have the right
to claim they are the real ones through insinuation.
And those aware of the resistance of 'In India,' countinue doing the same,
fooling themselves, a comfort zone which fulfills their happiness of being in a society
reluctant to change, with matters of politics, standards, old systems and it actually
reflects on members who claim to be used to the innefficiency and poverty of the place
as though it were a indifference to the general themes, ' We are used to it yaar,'
rather than an acceptance of that which is, IS.
So many individuals, change their hair colour, clothes, shoes, and brands on a daily basis,
yet their personal work fails to change.
So much external, without internal, what a pity for those who stay stuck in this rigid state of 'In India.'
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The way is MY
You ask me to compromise, will it be a way thats ours
You'll then ask me to change, or do it slyly by making my thoughts shift to your needs
You forget that it's your need, and the strength of my wants that allows us to unite
Forever yin and yang baby, correlation of bodies and minds
You attach yourself to emotional visions, whilst I feel your presence
and sometimes you sense me all around, whilst I crave your energetic tension
You say that these are your mind tests, I comprehend my life
To understand your game play, tactics and acts, I'd have to to be a superhuman mind
Because all you do, works for you, but it doesn't necessarily work for me
I nurture my own life, and deny the need for obstacles you place infront of me
Life hands me enough of those in every aspect and field
For life is based on growth, and forever will it be a learning journey
So leave your tests at home, for the universe presents me with enough
You can't compete with God, so let me be with my own..
You'll then ask me to change, or do it slyly by making my thoughts shift to your needs
You forget that it's your need, and the strength of my wants that allows us to unite
Forever yin and yang baby, correlation of bodies and minds
You attach yourself to emotional visions, whilst I feel your presence
and sometimes you sense me all around, whilst I crave your energetic tension
You say that these are your mind tests, I comprehend my life
To understand your game play, tactics and acts, I'd have to to be a superhuman mind
Because all you do, works for you, but it doesn't necessarily work for me
I nurture my own life, and deny the need for obstacles you place infront of me
Life hands me enough of those in every aspect and field
For life is based on growth, and forever will it be a learning journey
So leave your tests at home, for the universe presents me with enough
You can't compete with God, so let me be with my own..
Monotony
Monotonous defines itself by 'lacking in variety'
Monotony lies in all aspects of life when any seed is not allowed to grow
Forget the water, it's the air to let it breathe which the human mind rejects
Monotony lies within you, within me, an obstacle to destiny
Fear of self growth, worth and love, which would only encourage acceptance
of the gifts presented from up above
The ones we were born with, the ones we deny to comprehend
It isn't relationships which are monotonous, or the people involved,
but rather the state of mind, which forgets to See the options that lie
within
Monotony lies in all aspects of life when any seed is not allowed to grow
Forget the water, it's the air to let it breathe which the human mind rejects
Monotony lies within you, within me, an obstacle to destiny
Fear of self growth, worth and love, which would only encourage acceptance
of the gifts presented from up above
The ones we were born with, the ones we deny to comprehend
It isn't relationships which are monotonous, or the people involved,
but rather the state of mind, which forgets to See the options that lie
within
Mono
Monday, February 8, 2010
Alone
It's so strange.. sometimes people just stick to one another, in the fear of being alone
Alone surrounded by people, family, crowds, music, nature, and city life.
As though it were easier to hang about in a game, then live your life with the ability to breathe
Why judge a foolish being, whose enjoyment lies in your weakness
I love the embracing, and walking in a time .. bare of lies and human eyes
A while ago, I fell whilst walking, a friend came along, and wanted to help
A stance I felt I needed, turned out in a predator searching for prey
It happens consequently in society, and observable in surroundings
The power scheme goes whack, when over manipulation becomes a way of life
If only you looked for a purpose.. one which didn't involve a feeding, running track
where you ran past me, because you chose to make a prank
Alone surrounded by people, family, crowds, music, nature, and city life.
As though it were easier to hang about in a game, then live your life with the ability to breathe
Why judge a foolish being, whose enjoyment lies in your weakness
I love the embracing, and walking in a time .. bare of lies and human eyes
A while ago, I fell whilst walking, a friend came along, and wanted to help
A stance I felt I needed, turned out in a predator searching for prey
It happens consequently in society, and observable in surroundings
The power scheme goes whack, when over manipulation becomes a way of life
If only you looked for a purpose.. one which didn't involve a feeding, running track
where you ran past me, because you chose to make a prank
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Mind's eye..
Power power, fading my illusions
The knowingness just comes, from doing to receiving
Ironic it becomes, when i reject and resist this enhancing gift
and sit down thinking bout how it all fits in
from lessons, to life circumstance, people involved and its continuation of the past
The mind's not such a playful tool, rather it's up to one
to pick up on the energies within and near you
What starts as a thought, can become an hour debate
yet wait a min, i still think its better than those who won't
ever think, as though they know the timeline of their life
and exactly what they play..
The angel really does lie on the right side, cos when the left
resists some topics, I know it's a fool trying to sell me a political frame
The knowingness just comes, from doing to receiving
Ironic it becomes, when i reject and resist this enhancing gift
and sit down thinking bout how it all fits in
from lessons, to life circumstance, people involved and its continuation of the past
The mind's not such a playful tool, rather it's up to one
to pick up on the energies within and near you
What starts as a thought, can become an hour debate
yet wait a min, i still think its better than those who won't
ever think, as though they know the timeline of their life
and exactly what they play..
The angel really does lie on the right side, cos when the left
resists some topics, I know it's a fool trying to sell me a political frame
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
A feeling
A happiness only a medium could fulfill, a human who filled her stomach with immense joy
When that disappeared.. the method of conclusion and letting go became an intense task
From resisting any human to being the one that gave her the same.. to getting rid of the anger that buried itself over years of silence
No acceptance of change or moving on ..
To society it appeared that she was 'lost' and chose the same mediums, yet deep down her mind knew those guys would never fulfill what had once been lost
Each form she chose just took from her the love she had left..
Thinking they had broken what ironically wasn't there to make or break
Disallowing the past to remain the way it is, and trying to accept the emotion again
In all thoughts of back and forth.. she only lost time which was hers in the Now
May she be the very essence of all the beautiful things she loves to Create..
Rip Broken heart.. let the ghosts remain in the past
When that disappeared.. the method of conclusion and letting go became an intense task
From resisting any human to being the one that gave her the same.. to getting rid of the anger that buried itself over years of silence
No acceptance of change or moving on ..
To society it appeared that she was 'lost' and chose the same mediums, yet deep down her mind knew those guys would never fulfill what had once been lost
Each form she chose just took from her the love she had left..
Thinking they had broken what ironically wasn't there to make or break
Disallowing the past to remain the way it is, and trying to accept the emotion again
In all thoughts of back and forth.. she only lost time which was hers in the Now
May she be the very essence of all the beautiful things she loves to Create..
Rip Broken heart.. let the ghosts remain in the past
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Help.. I can't escape!
It seems everywhere I go.. I notice things that make me flow
With words.. that start blabbering about the way my mind feels
From politicians.. over the age of 60, corrupt, using their salary to enhance luxury
Actors.. filling their insecurities with love from those living in normalacy
Page three wanabes, filling the clubs with an air, I'm trying to see.. apparently it costs
Businessmen.. talking bout money, and how it allows them to show off
Girls dressing up, to talk in ways that allow them to flaunt
Boys.. Boys will be boys.. until they beat dogs in games which surpass humanity
Surrounded by role play.. Wondering where I fit??
I make my way, and enhance my knowledge
Understand why you act the way you do.. wondering if your actually standing in your own shoes
I'm standing on earth.. deciphering between the stilletos and the purse
See I love writing.. the rest is all a dance.. apart from the natural life flow
I love picking colours that I may mix and MATCH!
With words.. that start blabbering about the way my mind feels
From politicians.. over the age of 60, corrupt, using their salary to enhance luxury
Actors.. filling their insecurities with love from those living in normalacy
Page three wanabes, filling the clubs with an air, I'm trying to see.. apparently it costs
Businessmen.. talking bout money, and how it allows them to show off
Girls dressing up, to talk in ways that allow them to flaunt
Boys.. Boys will be boys.. until they beat dogs in games which surpass humanity
Surrounded by role play.. Wondering where I fit??
I make my way, and enhance my knowledge
Understand why you act the way you do.. wondering if your actually standing in your own shoes
I'm standing on earth.. deciphering between the stilletos and the purse
See I love writing.. the rest is all a dance.. apart from the natural life flow
I love picking colours that I may mix and MATCH!
Politics, Politique.. I'm in a sexual politik battlefield
Games around, arrows and vanity pushing the temperature feel
From fake compassion, to actors talking bout 'love', arrogant socialites using their monetary field
Society's tools to image their minds, growth in this stance?
A blind fairy tale selling itself ..by those who label themselves 'opportunists' in manners of 'relationship building' rather than those naturally inflicted by life.
A philosophy, based on materialism which leaves no room for change, considering it just improves
as your ability to fake a mask and wear a dress pumps out the 'glamour' you were apparently born with.
Even dating in this nation, has become a battlefield. While some drag you down, in what appears to be a football match in their head, waiting for a final goal. What cowards, they won't even play a decent match and try to win fair. They drag you, like foul play, to their goal and assume egoistic victory for a mere second. No wonder these guys never made it into sports, they just act out their fantasies in a fashion which is concurrently detiorating in mankind.
Sexual foreplay is what surrounds, from youth conversations, to 'I'm right' so give me a medal. Let's act out the kamasutra on a couch! Damn, if only you knew about mind sex. It's beats the odd outs, anybody can flirt, and throw a line, tell you your hot while seducing you, ( you hope) in their mind.
It seems like the body is the political tool.. whilst the mind detaches emotions
Rather than the mind being the action, and the body being the emotional expressions..
You remind me more and more of technology.............
From fake compassion, to actors talking bout 'love', arrogant socialites using their monetary field
Society's tools to image their minds, growth in this stance?
A blind fairy tale selling itself ..by those who label themselves 'opportunists' in manners of 'relationship building' rather than those naturally inflicted by life.
A philosophy, based on materialism which leaves no room for change, considering it just improves
as your ability to fake a mask and wear a dress pumps out the 'glamour' you were apparently born with.
Even dating in this nation, has become a battlefield. While some drag you down, in what appears to be a football match in their head, waiting for a final goal. What cowards, they won't even play a decent match and try to win fair. They drag you, like foul play, to their goal and assume egoistic victory for a mere second. No wonder these guys never made it into sports, they just act out their fantasies in a fashion which is concurrently detiorating in mankind.
Sexual foreplay is what surrounds, from youth conversations, to 'I'm right' so give me a medal. Let's act out the kamasutra on a couch! Damn, if only you knew about mind sex. It's beats the odd outs, anybody can flirt, and throw a line, tell you your hot while seducing you, ( you hope) in their mind.
It seems like the body is the political tool.. whilst the mind detaches emotions
Rather than the mind being the action, and the body being the emotional expressions..
You remind me more and more of technology.............
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