Birth Mark

They wouldn't leave, They reminded me of what I didn't have, yet what they had was what made me stay away from what I had
If it were to be the same, I would rather be the way I am now, no different, no wiser, no stronger, no harder , just me
Life, when it becomes a joke, each moment a lie, the people that surround are a part of something fictional. Actions which don't make sense. Mistakes which were made in an intent to earn something which was never remembered. Neither the effort, the work, or the care ever appreciated.
Pleasing those who don't deserve it, because they will never understand it
They want to stay where they are, with or without you
And your presence goes un noticed, because when it is noticeable, everyone disappears
and when its inexistant, they appear to play a power game, only their minds can comprehend
Ironic patterns, ones which don't every completely change, they seem to grow into one which works better with the self, and the society we live in .

Hence when you find where your patterns lie, they become easy to distinguish and they pretty much solve your battles in life, your need for work aspects, and the points in life which 'pull you down' or rather take you to a better place.

He Dies

When someone dies, do their memories fade, or their presence exude

The last thing he wore, or the first time I saw his eyes meet mine

Was is it his hair, his height, or simply the person he was to me

Does it just die, will it be reborn, into something I've never known of

When somebody close to us dies, does it block the mind, does one fail to think or do the words just collide

And what about being lost, the consequent mistakes, the loss no one seems to understand

The words that surround, the rumours and gossip which takes place, actions done in emotional feel good way

Do the neurons stop functioning somewhere down the line, or does everything just get cold

Do the feels evaporate or is the soul, that denies any feeling because all is sold

Will the world ever be mine again, will the flowers bloom, will the grass look green and the sky blue

When the world narrows down to one person, and that person ceases to exist

No words are left in memory, and old sayings become world play in terms of gifts

The silence is so vast, those are the only moments recolected

The memory falls short, and everything after feels like destructive memories

Creation after Death, is hard for the mind to comprehend

The issues become diverse, and the root remains like a parallel

What do you do , when somone dies, accept defeat infront of human eyes

or hold your head high, and forget you ever soared

you ever loved, and ever felt like he was mine.

Wants

When you want something from me..


 Neither am I your distributor and neither am I want you require from me

I am that I am. my zone, my peace, my silence, my love
It doesn't have to be announced for it to exist
At times the most beautiful things are inexistent to most whilst they exist

A want is a moment, perhaps a need or a strong occurence
It flows and displays like a current with soul
It needs no other sentiment but that of which it is
When the wants become alive, the sharing occurs naturally
There is no sentiment above that strength
for like a budding flower, it is rooted in its shell
it grows and grows, leaving space for will

When it rises, it's true power is shown
whilst it sets out to be a star like it steers itself to be

Women's Day

What a wonderful day, dedicated to each woman alive, and in memory of those who walked the earth

Internationally a large day, a national holiday in many countries, and awareness raised each year on a particular issue which needs work, or people looking to make some changes

I appreciate those corporations, which I love to diss, sponsoring and providing a platform for these specific events, regardless of their ulterior intentions, because any day is a day to know about what is actually occuring. Who knows, that knowingness might strike in each person some day and encourage them to take a step they never thought they would take.

For those women, still in unacceptable circumstances and society situative positions, for those who think they have no option, and for every girl with dreams, it is an inspirational day to live in faith of change for the higher good of all.

I could go on , to talk about the change, sometimes improvement and sometimes stagnant in our minds, reflective in the going on of individual countries. I could also speak about the working woman vs the home woman, and if career motives have really given us all that.

Yet today, I'll stop at the thought of every woman shining with her wants in her heart.

Resistance.. I'm working in a pr firm

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.. 

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..

'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.'