Sunday, December 15, 2013

Why You Shouldn't Read This

It was a day, a day like any other day. A day when the sun shone in the east, and the wind blew from the west. A day when crocks hit the garden of disgust and roach stood aghast for the next nuclear war. A day when the life of the imprisoned became unbearable, he held his hand towards his neck, he held his throat towards his hand. A day like any other day, for many, and not for so many.

He stood there in the light of truth, he stood there. You know what - I am here, ah I am here. I said so many weird things in this life. I said don't hammer that rock, it too will feel the pain. I said mercury is not red in color, because the red for me may not be the red for you. I stood there, looking at these plays, looking at them, never even touched them, never even spoke to them, ust looking, glancing like a baby. When the baby glances at its mother's eyes, what the baby would be thinking? Yes, you know. Once you too glanced at someone. Who is that, who is she, what is that, some movement, Mom? Yes, something abstract, - abstractness that is the rhetoric of life.

You walk on earth with so much confidence, with the might that would pierce your shoulders. Ah, you never thought that you don't walk at all, Earth spins around the Sun, Sun spins around something, and we walk on this Earth. What minute steps we take, and yet we say we are the most adventurous. Your backpack, yes that backpack which you carry along the road, filled as if it has everything to sustain, what O' man O' woman - you think life is such a short ourney.

For instance, I don't have a key in my keyboard, and yes one is missing. Those nasty ants had eaten it for food, and I struggle for a syllable in life. Go back and see, which key is missing, and I am sure you will not find it in this sentence.

I took a break, and I asked myself - what was the purpose for all what I have written. It wasn't for good, it wasn't for bad, perhaps it was ust (there goes the missing key) to wheel my imagination. Perhaps to steer my boredom away to insanity, above all I do not know why you read this.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

The Pleasure of Pain!

As the breeze blew beneath my arms,
I stood elate in the cool of shade,
Never rejoicing for the heat of sun,
I left myself in the gloom of mood.

Then there came a man of truth,

Left his home in search of truth,
He stood beside to trade his words,
With a little slump I could pay him back.

He knew my pain in a single look,

My eyes were craving for the cool of shade,
My arms were sweating like the eyes of elephant,
Rogue, impatient for the crave of lust.

He held my arms with his skinny words,

"O' man of faith listen to my words,
The pain of heat is not in heat,
The joy of breeze is not in breeze!"

"Your mind is all that counts the truth,

Your mind is all that counts the lie,
Go, and think that the heat is good,
Go, and think that the pain is pleasure!"

"Thou shall not feel the heat any bad,

Thou will crave for more heat to come,
Thou shall not feel the pain as bad,
Thou will crave for more pain to come!"

"The breeze will  be a breeze of guilt and grief,

The pleasure will be the most abominable want,
The pain of heat is not in heat,
The joy of breeze is not in breeze!"

"O' man of faith listen to my words!"

Craving for the heat I went along the shore,

Craving for the pain I pursued the heat,
Craving for the crave my sense got lost,
Craving, ah that abominable crave!

Shun that crave, for the need of good,

Tears in my eyes for the guilt of crave,
Crave, the word I could not resist!
I buried the crave in the shore of evil.

Dug, deep inside the sand,

Dug again deeper in the sand,
Burying the crave deeper and deeper,
And sealing with the motherhood of faith and peace!