Thursday, September 30, 2010
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Friday, September 3, 2010
A little piece of me...
In some respect, and regarding some things, I have become somewhat of a cynic. Unlike the everlasting optimist, I do not always see the bright side of things. But unlike his ever-pessimistic counterpart, I do not always see the dark side either. On the contrary, I am that guy at the back of the room reading everyone's words and listening to their eyes. I dance in the thin line between dark and light. I make my home in that split of a second when everything is conveyed and nothing is said.
For me, the unspoken is louder than words; the deed, more eloquent than sweet serenade.
I watch more than I listen. I question every word I hear. I question every motive. And sometimes, I fall flat on my face.
It is a character flaw, I agree. However, more often than not, I find that we all have conveniently learned the art of deception so much that we become our worst victims. Hence, the optimist and pessimist lie. The idealist and the realist lie. You lie and I lie. And we're not about to stop.
What to do? Step back a bit. Look from a distant. Listen to yourself. Question more. Love more. Live more. Laugh more. We have one life, and the best we can do is to take a moment away from all the lies and take in all of the richness of life.
That, my friends, is a simple truth.
Untitled.
The sons of men
In Abassi's eyes
Lay naked
Under the noonday skies
Though covered we be
Through a mastered craft
That we do not see
For we have believed
And we now forget
What we really are
In Abassi's eyes
We are sons of men
Such is yin, such is yang.
Every rise gives way to a fall
As a push becomes a pull
Mountain top, valley low
A dead seed, a sprouting tree
And so the circle of life is complete
In dark and light
In flight and fight
In peace and strife
In death and life.
Such is living
Such is death
Such is yang
Such is yin
Such is the summary of all we are
That we push and we pull
We break and we mend
For there is no dark without light
No enemy without a friend
And on this lies the balance of life
We live that we may die
We stand that we may fall
We gather that we may lose
We are full that we may hunger
Such is the balance of life
Such is the summary of. who we are
So when you weep little one, empty yourself
That laughter may find room enough in your belly
When you dance to the drums reserve strength
For the day comes when you will be dragged against your will
Such is our fate
Such is life
Such is yang
Such is yin
Such is heaven and earth
Such is demise
Such is birth
Every rise gives way to a fall
Every push becomes a pull
A dead seed becomes a tree
Such is life for you and me.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Untitled...
Change is going to come some way
Change is going to come some day
But that day is not today
'Cos today, we are the masters of our own fate
The weavers of our own bait
Enemies at our own gate
So still we keep a date
With poverty and corruption
Unforgivable self-delusion
Confessions and absolution
With no real intention to stop
With no intention to stop
But why should you?
Your uncle is a senator
And with his fine-flowing signature
He sustains your recurrent expenditure
After all, he IS a legislator
And you know that we do not know
How much we pay to sustain him
So why should we stop?
Why should we change?
And if we should change
Why change now?
For you see,
Change may come some how
Change may come some way
Change may come some day
But that day is not today
'Cos today, we're about to come into our own
Today, we're about to sit on our throne
Power to the people – if the people are us
Ours is a government for us, by us!
So when you talk of change, know you walk alone
When the revolution comes, it will be televised
But we, we will sit at home
Critiquing, politicking, conscience cold as ice
And so
The fire of youth is deadened by the reality of truth
That we do not wish to suffer pain
Yet in us we crave for gain
But how can we eat of the fruit if we do not climb the tree?
How can we climb the tree and not scrape a knee?
And how can we scrape a knee if we do not go uncovered?
If we do not go naked; if we do not discover
That the ones we hurt
When we betray trust
That the ones who bleed
The very ones we curse
That the ones whose lives are torn away by us
Are the ones we do the worst harm – Us?