2010- Year of Unity

Network collage, envelopes and parcels members across the globe
Presented in profiles, pictures and friendship circles as a human individual pose

Be it facebook, twitter, or any social media which creates a mobile tone
Visible beings, old acquaintances, and new connects

Ironically, in this global fast pace, with constant change, and formings
What happens, when friendships take a toss, circles destruct, or a visible love for a particular humanity

The clash of life, between the constant truth, and the electronic situation
correlates in a frenzy, as positions lie different according to mental stability

When it doesn't work anymore, do we lie, or honestly cut the chord
Play the game, create a stance, or allow the negativity, and throw the downfall

Queries remain on how a life, which is new everyday, and relationships which keep adapting maintain the same pace on global network stations

And if it wasn't so important, then the world wouldn't be online everyday
whilst bbs clicking away at every corner stop

Every year, we learn something new, a specific motion or phase is distinct
And sets apart, that which is old, that which is new, and that which is integrated into personal understanding

Hence spiritual growth is above all, yet perhaps least noticed in technological terms
Where in human minds automatically connect, recharge their social pills, stay in touch and keep a check on old colleagues and friends.

It kinda clashes, with life's individual pace, of a journey, where synchronistic events occur,
the puzzle forms in certain pieces, and the universe presents us in situations, which seem to happen for a reason, or unite people with a common basis.

This clash between the old school and new school.. my state of mind.. or perhaps the unity which is occurring within me.. on this Year.

An Affair to remember

I kept you safe, for the times you warmed my nights
I protected your secret actions, and took on society's angry sights

When blamed for being another's muse, with a desire to rule another's
You were the one that got me there, with the way you broke my way

And then you sat in stern silence, as people enhanced lies based on deceit
 Those with people questioning my sexuality, as though I were someone's meat

Sometimes in life, we're placed in situations, and put in a position
Where the wrong and right cease to exist, and people's judgements price the list

From solemn days, to stoned nights, the candle was lit, and my protective white net above my sight
My windows slanted, with rain drops on the pane, reflecting my inner state and my parallel tear drop fate

When darkness struck, and lightning bolts lighted up my room
I thought of you, and what it would be to lie next to you

My thoughtful words, my teachings and learnings, were no more appreciated
But looked at in plain sexual naivety

When the only relationship that existed in my life was the one I shared with you
You failed to protect me from all these accusational fools

And till today, your face lies silent, with no words to give me
As though my love, were so dirty, that I didn't even deserve any care


I would like to ask my god, why did this happen when all I tried was to be a mother
Yet I've come to realize, I must love you so much, that I denied the world the truth

I could go on to say that I was heart-broken, manipulated, even prey to people's games
Yet I reside in the way, that I missed you every night, woke up to you in my mind
and worked with all that was available every time

It's strange how people will believe anything, even after they've known you for a while
But wait, I believed in those, who used me to add oil to a burning plight

People say, don't worry, it'll come back in karma, just set your sights
But really, I don't care, because who are people, if not one another's reflections

Perhaps they are so insecure, that they use you to get rid of their personal frights
Which suddenly explains, what happened all those times!

I remember my silence, that peaceful stir, portrayed as an 'evil character' from some sleazy book
It was kinda fun, the drama always inspires me to do better

And yet I became stronger, and it showed me, who was there to stick, and who was at a turn

So then you see, while memories in my mind are scarred and burnt
Whilst people might think I'm that which is their concern

The truth is, how can you know, when you rarely see my fun

Blinded eyes

Destroyed, matted, lifeless, self-defeat, the meticulous actions of lustful knowing
A twisted life path, deathful suffocation, and addictive memories

When a human decides to end it all
It isn't the breaking which is loud, but rather the silence which creaks in, crawls and shivers alike
the trembling skin, the distant glares, the moist - ful eyes and the reckless times

Cycles of drowning laughter, deadly objectifying situations
Wanting to return, when the simplest felt possible, and the breaking hadn't begun

Childhood learning, impacts on the child , loses base, to accept disgrace
Attached to a frozen encounter, the memory doesn't understand

When you know what happened
but the time and age collide and clash

You soon discover to unite both
One needs to give in the stake at last.....

Expect what you want

If the pit hadn't been so deep, I wouldn't appreciate the light
If the fall hadn't created so many bruises, I wouldn't understand self-love
If there hadn't been betrayal, I wouldn't have an awareness of my naivety
If the world hadn't laughed, I wouldn't have worked on myself for the better

If, If, If......

When lightness arrives after darkness, the world seems smaller yet at the same time vaster in terms of aged experience.
Self becomes a small presence, and communication a large one
Overwhelmed by that which didn't allow one to be a child
Is only a step in appreciating the youth whilst growing with an intellectual mind.

Betrayals are stepping stones personified

For every time that someone quit on me, I've learnt how hard I'm willing to work, to make my children dignified human beings.

Kindness goes a long way, when you meet someone who 'wronged' you, they apologize, yet the pain you feel takes a while to heal, and the forgiveness sometimes years. Their behavior is polite, yet it being so late, has lost its value, and remains to be an etiquette in order to maintain socio- conditions.

For every time that I was made to believe that I required approval, I've learnt how hard I'm willing to aspire towards self love and grow with time, like  a rose which strengthens its roots before reaching for the sunlight.

Self- defeat, is only a phase, part of a cycle that allows a gem to shine. The worst is over, the weakest points have been dealt with, and the importance of assertiveness raises its stake.

For every time that I remained silent, I've learnt how deep I can truly go within my self. I've managed to create a peaceful zone, some people don't achieve in a life of days.

Words are immaterial, until and unless they make sense. They provide a form of communication, and preserve  actions into behavior ways.

I'm a tigress in my territory

Tribal warfare translates into animal instinct and behavior
The kind that tests your survival, that strengthens your flaws, and reveal the hidden

When in society, playing the society roles,
 it's not really a choice, but rather a situation which occurs regardless of its want or not

Every year, as a human, a major life lesson is learnt, the mind evolves and another or a few layers peel off

In the year of relationships, 2009, I split in half. I was torn between that which is right for me, and that which I'd known and which all the people surrounding me were following. It's a crucial point, where after a lifetime of society expectations, rebellion to rules, and destructive patterns, you reach an age where there's a bump in the road and the hard work relies in choosing an option in a limited time space slot.

No more do society structures impress, nor does the 'popularity' crest. In truthfulness, the image and mask of years failed to relate during the moment it fell. When you live and befriend society members whose main concern is their social attributes, you quickly discover that, that is their own friend and perhaps the biggest foe of anybody who fails to live by their standards in these circles.

I'm happy to say that over half a year, painful standings and questions all around, my decision was to take the path which I completely feared for such a long time, but I knew was the greatest option that could have surmount all the obstacles, I had finally crosser over, passed and cried on.

It meant giving up, on things which had already betrayed me, left me or failed to exist when the road was crossed and rough. And most of all, let go all of those units which didn't fit into my patterns anymore and relationships which never were self-fulfilling and truly passed their sale by date. Which perhaps truly explains why some people struggle for approval, all they need to do is change their friends!!

For such a long time, for years and years I had repeated the same mistake of trying to fit in with people who I never felt were right for me, trying to ignore that little voice inside that said, Stop, leave! Imagining it to be some resistance, yet I was the biggest resistance in the face of my intuition, which only proved itself right too soon for me to even notice how much all had changed in my life. Perhaps subconsciously, I chose it because I knew I would learn the most from these falls.

And yes, there is a silver lining, amongst the dark and tormented clouds. A line which reminds you of something funny, a twist in the tale, which allows the situation to be put into perspective and for it gain a momentum which allows one to really value self above all. The twist in this tale, no matter which relationship, if one observes that one is not part of those peoples lives anymore, it becomes a tale in itself, for they have lost out on a truth and light which doesn't conform.

Imagine why it was right

Only you were there
When the world struck up, and tormented the skies

Only you were there
When it was a period of attack, and I needed some comfort in my mind

Only you were there
When I was misunderstood, and you understood the part of me that's a child

Only you were there
When power was implanted in my mind, and I could be honest about my shameful state of mind

Only you were there
When my dignity and sexuality were up for common pointing as though I were anyone's interest

Only you were there
When all they did was advice and 'win' when all I wanted was my silent time

And here I am, because of my efforts, the overcoming of obstacles and focusing on my life mission.
And here you are, as always by my side, regardless of the good and bad, for you always see what you are inside.

Revolution period in human growth

Does world news upset you, or traumatize your mind when you discover the real conditions
of a child's life. Do you ever consider what it might be like for those children who
are used in cheap labor for product sales, or the slavery which goes on secretly and discreetly in so
many spaces around the world. What about those sold in the black market, or people who are
brainwashed into believing something which has no basis of truth.

What about when your bubble bursts, social circles fall apart and relationships deteriorate
Have you ever known of someone, who leaves when they are most needed
Or turns around to stab your want, when your love is unconditional

At times, the big picture episodes, are given so much importance, that the small picture
becomes one lived in unawareness and loss of attention.
Care of human active behavior is rarely seen and acknowledged amongst social circles
Yet there hits a point, when the mask raises, and the eyes see the truth for the first time.

The notion of judgement arises from the past, and settles into the Now
when the mind recollects that which hasn't been embraced for one final time

The blame game ends, and clarity remains in all being one
Hence allowing the past to be a journey of choice
An episode of human growth, and education of life cycles

As for humans which walk in and out of the mind, sometimes they are
temporary, others root in the past, and some arrive when you least expect a smile

When your questioned for not being an example of social expectation
or perfection in style and diplomatic lies. It actually surprises me, that those
that are playing the game in all their conversations are considered normal
While those that speak the truth, or say what they think at any point in time
expressing their particular feeling is considered 'weird.' At least they're direct instead
of wasting yours and their time, saving some world space, and preserving their oxygen level.



I always knew that one day, I would smile, sing, dance and look at them straight in the eye
wear beautiful clothes, and express myself with accessories and colored powdered masks.
I enjoyed the things they said, their belief I wouldn't get there, or their insecure attacking knives.
It kind of motivated me to continue my independent way of life.


My secret: I wanted to discover the unknown, and test the waters with a deep dive, and await all those
glamorous things, which will arrive and take place at the right place and the right time. Like an amazing destination, whose excitement lies in the waited growth time.

Perhaps I was wrong in their eyes, naive, even cold for wanting a revolution for humankind.
I look back, smile, and amaze in wonder at how far I've come in life
From days where I dreamed of human societies and understanding
to an increased awareness level, and a human mind which works in a logically
creative style.

I am a Rose, and I will forever Shine.

I'm thinking, I love 'the scientist'

Be careful when your young, oh we can be so naive
Unaware of people's games, misunderstood by manipulation
Worded phrases said in moments of self loss

Sometimes those closest to you, turn around to be the very people you avoid
People change, yet these gamers don't change, they maintain their insecurities
by breeding power games, which resort in victim-hood consequences

Ironically, most of the time, manipulators and egoists don't realize what they do
As though they're actions would have no consequences on a human mind
that isn't as power hungry as theirs.

No wonder, those who don't manipulate are considered 'fat' or emotional  on 'food'
Perhaps because they nurture and nourish with love
rather than through mind satisfaction of winning a game which isn't played by all
and at times unknown of its existence to some

The traumas which are created are seldom known by those who surround these truly innocent minds
Ones which smile, or just are what they are.
In fact, those that act innocent, claim to not understand what they did wrong, or their victimization skills
are the most insecure, gaming people who need to whack out their feelings in 'polite terms' and throw it on you, as though it leaves their consciousness, and subconscious mind.

It's so easy, to create a self defeatist, by constant words, actions and intentional behavior
It's so easy to pry on those that are concerned with much more than their sexuality

You forget, that they might be 'younger' than you, in your words
even 'small' or 'less intelligent' because they don't play the way you do
Yet soon you come to realize that they are born mothers, who could easily rule
the world, and help each child alive, whilst teaching that is which for the higher good of all.

Long live natural mothers, givers, lovers, and true loyalists, who always are what they are.

Is that all there is?

When your soft and calm
Do you find the cared become inconsistent

When you glide and fly
Do you think they feel too secure to move

When you enjoy your freedom
Do they crave some words

When your not interested in major change
Do you find they think you won't get there

When silence is your favorite central state
Do you notice that love is background info

Have you been told your spot and place
Because you don't openly shine

When you enjoy your comfort zone
Do you ignore silly words, or battles people randomly throw

Do you, Do you , Do you
For social circles seem to enjoy this through and fro

Join me, in a place nobody seems to go
An honesty that is without a show

Wordly mind

The mind became the world around
Sights, Sounds, Smells and written words

Voices began to register, and human consciousness disappeared
Approval vanishes, and depends on surroundings
As interactions evaluate dishonoring

Brain dead, no mind to mind
Only the world around, is a way to unite

Like a child, it asks for love
Wants prevail, as the affection lanes twist and turn
Until the corner pane... home I will bathe

Bloggage material

Once in a while the winds change
and destiny shows us forces we never knew existed

The kind that arrive to change your life
moments which forever contribute to your mind

Humans consider themselves to be part of this destruction
Unnecessary, for it is life growth

A person doesn't contribute to such an event
Yet they steer their own karmic way

When you loose everything you 'had'
You learn to be free with what you are

Aware that our wants are forever powerfully
It is the live beings who at times are the obstacles

If they deny your wants, and give you advice
It's because they're incomplete, and using your power to unite

Then you can wonder why you attract such terms
When all is available in this wide world

Inside it's known that there is a lesson to be learnt
The mind victories in the motivating strength it provides

My privacy has actions to contemplate and patterns to decipher
The human mind, the most interesting kite

Live things

As humans, our tiny errors don't compare to those that we do in vain ignorance of that which is
Like the brain which eats an animal, and doesn't register it to be live
Like the injustice faced by people around the world by people who consider victims as dead, or inanimate objects

When things become live, the mind automatically releases and frees the subject
For it is no more a reflection of negative rooted fears, but rather a lightness of setting oneself free

Tyrannical Ignorance, pretense and an inability to stay put

I saw the way you smiled, when I felt intruded
I saw the way you flaunted, when I was the attraction
I saw the way you dropped down, when a smile arose on my face
I saw the way you checked on me, when I was comfortable
I saw the way you teased me, when I was in the middle of a tale
I say the way you battled me, when a mother in me came out

And most of all I know what you do to me
I use it as a chance to contemplate, grow and motivate my soul

It must feel good to see someone worse off when you feel low
Perhaps you encounter power, or feel grand in that illusionary folk

I think you must feel really low about yourself
to need to play such games
The kind that foreigners played on your home territory plain
To some the partition ended the plight
Yet as we live, post partition, the old game is still alive

Throned

They all said you should have tried harder
As though, actions weren't enough to convey symbolism
Or perhaps the behavior which was stretched, while silence filled the room

Energies shifting in one direction, and humans comprehending that the energy has no focus or intent
Not questioning the lack of energy provided by another, making it incomplete

Calm methods are a personal flair, they enhance a style that simply comprehends
When wants are individual, and there is one thing required
It was failed with no return and a wound that was unheard

Work, understanding, games, and love are questioned
When contributors are blind to personal awareness

How would you know the harmonious melody which was created
You weren't around to hear that sound
Feet on the ground, head aiming for the sky, to the top of all
Forgetting love lies
When the lies manifest
It's left with a reject
and it all surrounds in a world, missing a crown

Your dreams

It's blue, green and lightly blings in a simple manner
The sand below, my curly hair, and a grass skirt which sways with my curvy waves

Arab melodies, Spanish claps and instruments, light movements
Soon you come to differentiate games, from seductive wants

The gifts of mind, allow us to transfer to a place where nature is at its finest
Only the necessary is required, and bodies love to move

Eyes which add to the ethnic mystery, a flower which creates beauty

Enter my inner world, and be the knight of my natural world
Your dreams will lose their importance, and this life will be your vision of truth

spicy zones and curried lanes

Limited minds, united brainwaves, and narrow lanes
The influence of society, or simply a mind frame

With no blame, or fault, allow the judgement,it's a talk
This imageful self profiling, and clothing frenzy

The ecstatic pose 'n' body language, and the metaphorical message they carry
Sometimes I question how liberated countries accommodate these opposite diverging communities

The kind that will point fingers, yet shortly follow the same trend too
It's like a mimicry, where humans evolve like one another
to maintain their physical connections and protect their community culture as a whole

When a dying breed is faced with separation, and diasporic travel
Does the survival instinct ignore growth and hold on to rooted pasts

And when we fall in these webbed traps, do we for a second forget our Now
and become a part of this close-knit patterned walls

Does revolution, and humanity get ignored, whilst 'culture' reigns importance
the kind that imports skin colour, accent and hair- do's but fails to acknowledge the original language

I used to be intrigued by these society functions, in way that allowed my curiosity to bud
Until I met with an experience, which kind of dumped these thoughts into a flood

Perhaps it's too personal to be generalized, or perhaps it was an end to my 'discover chapter in sight'

When you forget to talk, and move. When the body forgets to feel and free its imagination
Beware of limited mind frames, for they only encourage minority setback flavors.

I prefer the solitary types, whose life may be bland, yet their heart addz the spice...

Children you attack through indirect forms

When they don't understand, they invent words
When they can't relate, they create perceptions
And when they can't be like you, they make you make yourself feel that you need to be like them

When your vision doesn't fit in, into the regular one of self love
It appears to be a problem to those who battle with the one up above

Perhaps the war lays amongst both sides, where the Maternal side
affected by world plights, is upset on the discovery of human minds
Trying to make a change, wondering why others don't join

On the other side, the 'political queens' as I call them
Tend to stray this notion of being 'right', working on ways to enhance their reputation
whilst making you an 'ugly' sight, who has no right to exist, since there is no selfish
I I I way and direction of life

It is one thing, to agree to disagree
It is quite another, to victimize someone in society
for loving people apart from the one reflection

It makes no sense, and perhaps it arises from boredom
of those, who have no desire apart from ruling a territory
with their 'perfect minds.'

When I hear you laughing, in my ears
Or questioning my identity of I

I wonder how you sleep at night
or whether you even know what your real you contemplates inside

Do you ever search your soul, or explore your imagination?
Do you create a vision, which truly reflects you and not society's expectations?
Do you ever, look at yourself for what you are?
And most of all, do you ever wake up with a thought apart from you
about what truly goes on, around and about.

When you wake up and realize how large the universe is
You'll see as humans we have a long way to go
And each individual willing to work towards it
Merely provides a step for the betterment of future generations
or Children as I love to call them.

Non- Conformist

Do you like rules?

The ones that insinuate how one should act in society
The ones that pattern our life, to give us stability

Those which are considered acceptable behavior
And those which if you don't own, make you a weird stranger

If you follow your own way, a distinctive life path is in the making
The kind that doesn't always guarantee support, but it guarantees a happy ending

Image, Image, Image.. took me a while to understand
The philosophy that is for those who appear to be in an act

The kind that incorporates your clothes and hair, make up style
As the important details of an important life

The motives which are usually considered self love
transform into an illusion of being a social bug

Does non conformist to such actions, make one indifferent
Even mirrorless, or unable to know their knowingness

This sense of naivety which is considered, is perhaps a blinded light
In the form of being, which involves no battled plights

Conversations are not battles, to beat one another to make one happy
Rather they are the truth, of life, experiences, and self fulfilling prophecies

I prefer that which makes sense, words from which you learn
Or at least those that deserve their voice and the importance of soulful love

And whilst answers are not given at your time concern
or returned when you give me, and expect me to battle for 'fun'

I'm happy with your actions, because they motivate me to be love
And whilst I work for self betterment, it's ironic to see you question
my self work

Self love, is not always visible to the eye, it's ones personal time, space
and true desire. It happens with details, and that which counts

A pattern that can internally stay, whilst changing the out
So thanks that you exist, for it teaches me to be even truer to my deep-rooted mum

Butterfly

Downhill slope, colliding tunnel, indifference to surroundings and chaotic behavior

Sharp words, soft sounds, frank phrases, and inconsistent remarks

When a broken heart, fails to accept its cause, and situation

It fails itself through personal destructive consumation

The kind that is predictable in a sliding time

The kind that drops, and refuses to arise

When all is said and done, actions conveyed into another experience

All that's left are the healing bruises, and the contemplative sense


When 'I' thinks it has died, it has just reached the end of the cocoon

The enclosed space, which was drastically confined with mythological tales

The desperate pleas, the meaningless words, and the parrot phrases




Oh wait, I think I see some light

Now is the chance to learn to fly

Pull downs, leeches and details which actually mean inconsistent cracks

The things you most want, at times the hardest to achieve
As though obstacles need to be passed and goals seem far away

Perhaps we really create our lives before we're born,
which would recreate patterns, or improve what's low in form

When your not a part, but instead apart, does society question you
Or do they simply have to categorize you in order to feel comfortable

Complexes, which have been created in one another
Through somebody's point on your way of life, or your personality
Those same people would never accept it, or be majorly upset
Had they been told what they tell you
Yet they still do it, are they insecure, or ignorant of plain facts

I know a lot of people answer it with 'EGO'
Even then, I think it's fear, insecurity, and a need to judge someone
In order for that person to be in their comfort zone
As though you forced them  out, or made them uncomfortable

For example, Somebody once said I was spoilt, and asked me if I had servants
I should have laughed on his face, yet I sat there in my comfort zone, wondering what's up his ---------
It really created some confusion in me, I felt as though it were true
It's these small things, which people manage to plant
Which the mind sometimes eats, and then deals with an unknown pattern
based on somebody's ignorant remarks.

As though human interactions, were based on mini battles
Which allowed one to feel good about themselves for a while
since they can feel important in some aspect, how politically right!

When we leave these behind, we wonder how we were ever part of such a stance
They remind you to accept them because people are different
Yet how can you possibly accept that which deems itself untruthful to you
If it doesn't seem right, or good, why would you keep those people in your life
It clearly doesn't work, and sometimes these people need a reminder of time

Why waste someone' s space, or pretend to be what your not
Many of these connections, are completely attached to a destructive lot

Then you leave, and wonder how you'll survive, without a circle
or people who you can stand beside
And suddenly it clicks, that these people never held my hand
Or wondered why, they never changed, and life keeps passing them by
They continue using one another and you to fill their egos
Then they wake up and victimize someone, as though it were a simple time
and to prey on someone's vulnerabilities
Really.. they deem that natural in their friendship circles.

So I would rather stand alone, then stand by you
For me being judged for not being part of a group
Is way more satisfying then crewing in a gang who can only create gloom

Revolutionary Inspirer, be my life Guide

I want to save the world some day, and help those children fight
The kind that get lost along the way, or are ignored their life

I found out in school some day, that all they taught me was a lie
No history really matters, when in conversation about the world war
in comparison the the current world plights

Why you lied, is the system that corrupt
When will I learn, the truth of concern

Perhaps I'll join a protest group, or argue till I'm right
Or fight with every human who questions my mind

Then I'll find an NGO someday, and help with the power of controversy
Simulate A hard appearance, of superiority, in order to help those with inferiority

The world will know, and I will see, the children will grow
and tomorrow's generation will learn the real life

The kind that is hidden from human eyes, yet exists
with all under the carpet pile

Don't cry for me, Don't laugh at me, Let me be
I love my life purpose


Oh that beautiful childish desire, and time state
Where life becomes unreal, and its corrupt truth, reality
What a beautiful purpose, so strong and with complete meaning
So many late teenagers memories, and forever a human territory..
When self has fought for the world, self learns to be its own world.

When Fire, waters through into soft melody

When passionate flames, see something they like
The withering sparks, get calm and shine like a dime

The dancing is fulfilled, the emotions satisfied
The silence is perceived as human paradise

The slender curves, the soft subtle approach
The powerfully childish eyes, and then keen love hope

When those who've never known of something that connects
Arrive on a platform, their words are not necessary for they couldn't ever convey
the joy that is the harmony of appreciating another body

When combined with another element, the fire forgets memories
Sparks the heart, and self involves in a new scenery
An element which fails to connect, an attack when it feels like misery

What the ego fails to realize, is the rejection it creates
Not another one's responsibility, but disrespect disunites personal unity
Believing in allowing life to take its course
Arises a human who could never understand how communication
is necessary, not a building core

When all is done, no words, or memories part
Look back at the 'Rightists' and know it is their biggest loss

The kind they might realize when old, and lonely
But a diamond just slipped from their arms, as they searched for Big
sometimes a bit of bigotry

Their score sheet gets higher, their head inflates with self 'me's' and complete lies
With utter disregard for any human mind, perhaps because they've never known
of actually using their head, instead of the control they perceive to be 'Right' right?

The Church, the Lobby, and the Salon Steam

A dark night, followed by a light moment, of disdain
An unexpected situation, and a regal main road

The statue in front, the candles in a stall
Blue, Yellow and Green, to burn a wishing sound

To be there again sometime in a newer stance

A young moment, an air of defiance, with a striker by my side
The tall ceilings, glass elevators and Majestic feel

The fountain stood in the middle, the size of a palace compound
Gold, Transparent and plated, to plead a romantic sound

To be there again sometime in a newer stance

A naive stance, pampering, with a glimpse of curiosity mixed with humility
A maze of turns, Loud colors, and make yourself happy machinery

The Steaming arch, the mirrored walls, with disbelief on my face
The crowded place, craving for an understanding soul mate

To be there again sometime in a newer stance


The Wishing sound, appeared, 2 months later, and blew away
The Romantic sound, arrived 10 years later, and glided past
The Understanding soul mate,  arose out of dust, and evaporated into mist



The sounds are silent, the feeling intense, no words are needed
When the moment ends before it can even commence

Defeat, Loss of Ego, and the Rehab that follows...

Mind my mind, and it's opinionated thoughts
A soulful melody that travels north towards the stars
and ends to be reborn in a different set of words

The mind's abuse, requires self to fulfill a certain emptiness
by involving a substance which sedates the whole lot
For some it is escapism, to another a dreamless nightmare, to some a social habit
And for a a whole lot of people a common way of life

And yet we fail to question its normalcy, and its affect on human reality
Years spent in a haze, quickly clear away any form of humanity way
The way that creates an awareness, a sense of I, and a whole lot of unity
with a day filled with advantages, lessons, and growth patterns and cycles
filled with natural actions that keep budding.

Where the mind lies in peace, I don't like the word Control
Because in true fairness, rather than the mind being controlled
which seems like a weapon of non trust
it includes the idea of wanting the right things for yourself
and that which is best for you, and for the higher good of all
It allows the universe to create a beautiful atmosphere

The downward spiral of any addiction, includes the downward spiral
like the ride known as the black hole, which only ends in a splash
It is practically self-defeat, and one of the weakest moments in a humans life
Its consequent philosophies, gets lost, way of life becomes shattered
One has to find a whole new manner of being, and at times let go
of everything that one has known forever!

Rehab, interesting, nowadays, there are tech rehabs, to cure those with addictive technology ways, and of course the usual, drugs and alcohol centers.
My mom calls it a dis ease, an illness which the human doesn't realize
till one reaches a dead end, and notices all that went 'wrong'

Oh well, not such a bad thing. In fact at times, one of the most fascinating things
at the expense of sounding sadistic. Once you go through that, and wake up from it
The strength you find within, is unknown to the mind for a while
Every destructive method seems to release, as though the mind has had enough
or it's patterns suddenly united and broke, and so the I has another chance
to create a new life, based on new patters, and a fuller I.

I quit tobacco a month ago..

It's happened...

I didn't even try to quit..

It just happened naturally one morning..

It seems my mind doesn't want it

and my body rejects my lungs getting burnt..



Life... the hardest things to let go are sometimes the ones that leave us in the easiest manner, the minute they lose their importance

Standing apart, feeling free to talk, and staying alive

Why should I be what you want me to be

Did you mistake my wants for your general expectations

If I look the other way, it's because I rather fulfill my wishes



Then you ask me, if it's my own reflection that's scared

As though people were my only concern and care


You only see, what you want to see, because that is all you know

If I thought shining meant my circular nonsense immaturity

I would walk out, where my brand new shoes, and smile a fake one

whilst enhancing my tubes.

You say it must be physical

I think your mental

I could fall, rage, and cry

But to try and fit in with you, would be an individual's suicide

Detoured Purpose, via a block of resistance, Release and be gone

Does what you want, have a detour, the kind that can't be fulfilled till an obstacle is overcome

Is the obstacle so minute, and the gift so wonderful, that even then it's hard to figure out

When repeated times, that obstacle has been ignored

Is it the time, the people involved, or destiny's turnabouts

Does the mind fail to comprehend what is required for another to be included


If what we want, isn't the same, then we wouldn't even fit on the same page

and yet at times, we fail to ask one another, what is it that life is willing to give us

That one thing, which keeps you going, or that one thing which you have always required

Do we forget to share along the way, in fear of rejection, in fear of wanting different things,

or just being careless enough, to deal with the result instead of creating a new turn.

A job finished, a work done, with no intent, or personal concern

Based on a lot of what is unreal, and 'young'


At times I think that past mistakes, are hard to accept

And others, I thank the stars, for the development and the growth rate

I could want what I want, without a scarred series of falls
I would still be me, with a sense of unawareness involved

Or  because of every defeated negotiation,  a larger concern for who I am, and a nowness where I  feel aware of my mind and a motherhood born out of another's destruction, without those who are yet to be born.

360 Degrees, upheaval and peaceful soaring

When I escape from my life, Do you think I become blind?

When I leave my existence,  Do you think I don't care?

When illusion becomes a gift, and reality a chaotic fall

Do you really think I don't realize how much you use it to stand tall

When my heart flies up above, on a magical support

Does it give you an excuse, to try and poke

When I ignore my life, and search for the one up above

Do you consider me naive, or unable to see your intentional intensity

When I'm quiet and comfortable

Does it give you a reason to be loud, and make use of my lack of guardian walls

Do you think it's funny, when I teach you something, or share my thoughts

Does it make you happy to judge me and conclude with invasive commentaries


Do you not consider that your actions, words and behavior is part of who you are

Do you believe that by hurting another, you don't only reveal who you truly are


Do you take advantage, to help my resistance stay in the same place

Does your mind create a vision of no change, and patterned psychological games



When will you see, that I know what you do
I worry not, because all you do today will come back to you

Rebelling my Knowingess

A: I am that I am

B: Are you sure you accept yourself

A: Is that a way of defeat

B: I only show you an illusion of your shadowed side
Provoke you, it is inside you that there are testing times

A: What If I don't fight anymore, and accept who I am

B: Are you sure, perhaps you'll make mistakes

A: I will always make mistakes, unconsciously, unintentionally and at times permanently

B: Then what makes you think, that me by your side won't make you stronger

A: You aren't by my side, your a reminder of my human capablities

 B: Aren't I the truth then, not the illusion you claim me to be

A: You are by no doubt, what lies within me, yet you are not my I,
You are my resistance, to accept flaws and be me

B: You figured it out, and yet you fail to be true to your I

A: Perhaps because I know the day I Do, will be the day this dies, and I becomes Alive

Pebbles.. Ripples.. Sink or Rise

Do you search for answers
Without having questions

Do you look for purpose
when everything is meant to be purposeful

Do you wonder when things will occur
when sometimes it feels like everything happens for a reason

Do you think time passes too quick, or too slow
When the most important things, seem to happen at the right time

Do you evaluate personal relationships
when networking isn't even a priority in your life

Do you explore other avenues
When available ones tweak with needed effort

Do you distrust what's coming
Even though your at the perfect place at the perfect time

Do you fear to tread the path that's for you
Even when, to tread it is your life's ambition cue

Do you run into the past when the Now makes you want to hide
Although you know that the Future, is the unravelling of past encounters

Does your heart beat, your emotions squirm, and your mouth search for words
Whilst your peaceful, happy and free of qualms

When the questions take over, the biggest obstacle in life
Becomes my thoughtless body with a procastinating mind

The odd jigsaw puzzled piece

Tests, are they games, or mere techniques of personal infringement
They occur to challenge your boundaries, to invade your privacy and at times to monopolize humanity

When you live in a society, which works on the basis of physical tests
and an equally masking cover, to portray some sense of normality
You start to wonder where you fit in, in a systematic conversational anxiety

If you decide to stay, even though you don't want to play
You'll land up paying, through means of approval, or loss of ego

Your biggest defeat will be your obstacle to overcome what people say when your situation is your existence
You'll wonder if it's your brain, personality, you'll even think your 'different'

Yet soon you realize that what you want to be part of
Is something your not ready to accept, or it isn't meant for you

Then you'll learn, to hibernate, through means which provide yourself company
in search of your I, the bigger I , the Big picture, the one which unites your sincerity and desire to be part of a community

Perhaps you will always have some challenge in your life, yet each challenge that you pass, allows you to shine, and each challenge you fail, motivates you to get up again.

This is why we fly, because wings have no reason, other than that which the heart requires.