Time - Friend or Foe?

Abundant and never-ending it once was,
but now flowing like water through cupped hands,
I cannot blame time as the cause,
for it was I that was not weary of the sands
of time…

Into a looking glass I peer,
to see what the past has left behind,
and the future that I cannot fear,
because it could be as cruel or as kind
as time…

Further and further I fall,
into a swirl of emotions and thoughts.
Thoughts that I cant now recall,
and countless feelings hurting like swords
of time…

Time heals everything they say,
Time and tide waits for no man they say,
Time and time again,
I am left with the consequences
of my decisions...
about time.

*Use your time well, do Great things
Happy New Year*

*Photograph used with permission : time_by_martybell*

http://www.martybell.co.uk/

Conceptual

I come today into this world riding on a golden chariot, prepared to take over and help the impoverished. I stay and fight battles to win the war. My thirst for success has gone unquenched...till now. I have found peace among my defeats, and that is the peak of it all.

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Rid me of my pain, suffering is so easy to write about, and happiness too… but how do I pen down abstract, fluid and shapeless thoughts... now there lies the challenge.

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I need a place to rest my head, to slow my heartbeat, to think less. Do you know of such a place? 
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I seek what I find hard to find. I want what I find hard to have. I am allergic to limits. Man’s biggest flaw? Or is it his grandest virtue? It’s the thing that makes all the difference between being man-made or god-made.

Grim

My brother is crying on my mothers lap,
For causing harm to others and others onto him,
Who is going to provide us the map?
To find Neverland and escape the world so dim

Everyday I see pain and suffering
Surrounding me, choking me
Cruel gazes are piercing
Why can’t anyone see?

Whom do I turn to?
Where do I run and beg for help?
Oh what do I do..
It feels like the end of my lap,
The finish line is still far off,
My running mates are falling now,
See them gasp and cough
The seeds we plant, we sow.

Is the blindness an act?
The injustice has become a habit...
Greed has turned to fact
And darkness looms bit by bit
My once fair world is gone
I long for the silence of good
Now I hear the noise and mourn
Fix it, if only I could

Quotes of Mine

Be like the mighty oak tree, dig your roots deep into the earth and keep yourself grounded, then at the same time grow tall and strong to join the stars in the sky. Spread your branches far and wide, your influence should know no bounds and your shade will protect the weak from the rain. Grow strong.~ 

Never be like the flame of a candle; constantly wavering with every blow of the wind or shrinking by the minute, at last to burn out and be replaced by another insignificant flame that is doomed with the same cycle. Leave your mark for what else will you be remembered for?~

Do not loose yourself, for that is easy. Are you easy?~

What is your calling? Wait for it, and do not turn a deaf ear.~

Don’t draw lines, for the mind will then be trained to recognize limits. Instead teach it to focus and to roam to find what you need.~

Curse of the Apple

Why do so few men understand the fairer sex?
We cry and laugh daily about the facts.
When how women hold multiple roles,
And only men rule the nation’s polls,
When women fight for what is right,
Why is it seen as pleas for our plight?
And not cries for fairness, just or equality?
For it is not that we are weaker in strength or mentality.

Feminists we are called when we fight,
Mothers we are seen as our right,
Sisters and daughters by birth,
Does not buy what diamonds are worth.
Maids that scrub and clean for men,
They say because only women can.
Men have held swords in war, 
And girls grasp knives to slay the boar.

In the Garden of Eden, where it all began,
When eve stole the apple and cursed our clan,
To bear young but never escape pain,
But who made men wear the mighty mane?
Behind every successful man, is a woman?
On a mighty tree we are only glanced as a fern,
Why behind and not beside?
What do men have to hide?

To put her in her place,
Who made that ignorant phrase??
Nothing clouds my mind these days,
Unless i think about the confusion a silly man plays.
Clarity and equality are only what we strive for,
Who will give us this and more?

Take a second and ponder,
How will the world be without men I wonder?
Men can never live without women to bear their kin,
Women instead just need a single man to skin.
A million men and one women is unimaginable,
But one man and a million women is definitely applicable.

*a poem i  penned down a long time ago*
11/6/2007

Come Home

I long for your warmth
Your warm hands to keep mine from the cold
I long to see your eyes
That pulls my gaze like a magnet
I long for your strong presence
So I can breathe easy

For now I am gasping for air
Like a fish thrown onto the sand
For now I am crying in the dark
Like the little matchstick girl
For now I want you so bad
Like how a dying man wants life

So, sit beside me again
And let me at last feel the sun’s rays
So, hold my hand tight
And make me whole again
So, come home to me
And my pearl tears will stop falling

Pulse

What makes your heart start pumping? Makes the blood rush to your ears… That guaranteed intoxication… You keep wanting it, your head tells you you’re needing it… You lust for it…because you know you’ve got to have it. You’re yearning for it… That feeling of emancipation… you’re not tied down, you’re being set free…at last.

Everyone has it, so don’t you deny it… you know it, it’s too good to forget... too good to pretend you’ve never met… It’s saying to you…

“You know me…we’ve met… I wanted you and you wanted me. You know you want more…you need me….now.”

You take it, fall for it…into a swirl of endless addiction, the start of the end… you wave goodbye at your life of limits and……escape.

My Mind

……is more of a foe than an ally. I struggle to work alongside it... Sometimes we fight and walk off in opposite ways... Sometimes we agree and accomplish and produce unimaginable things, wonders that stun mortal eyes. Most times we lead separate lives…

Why do I say my mind and I are not but one? Am I insane to think my independent mind does not belong to me? Then you may wonder where my own thoughts come from? From a deep place within, where inspiration, strength, and yes even ideas are entwined and flow like liquid… they are all synergized and work as one. But my foe the mind sits and sulks in a corner, contemplating and thinking of ways to sabotage my harmonious soul... It schemes and distracts me from my true purposes, throwing obstacles in my way... Would have I not achieved peace by now if it was not for my restless mind questioning everything and everyone around me? Oh how I despise it…

Do you fight similar battles? For if you do, do not let this predicament be a bump on your road... Like me you only need to do one thing, and only one thing. Control it. No not your soul, but your mind. Control its wants and so called needs… join me and take the reigns instead, I will not let that pest the mind put me under its spell once again... amusing itself with antics it makes me play. I have my own plans…

So I shall put my foot down and say this to mind; “Join me or prepare to feel my wrath, if you choose the latter I assure you that I will test you, tempt you and make you bow down by force.” 

I see a fork down the road I am about to trudge on... One is down a path of combined power creating a complete me. The other road shows a bleak future where I may live my life constantly fighting my own demons, aroused by none other than… my mind. 

Joy in Solitude

Why do so many people fear the emptiness of loneliness? Is it because we were given the picture of a man sitting by himself reflects a feeling as if the world is just too big for him? Why weren't we taught the truth? That everyone belongs to a huge flock of sheep...and those one or two that bravely wander off, get to see the trueness of the world, of the field, of the valley...

More than often I've been asked, "Eating alone?" with an accompanied face of pity... Well I chose to eat alone, because i prefer my far more intelligent thoughts to those trivial sheep-ish thoughts of others. I do not deny that once in a purple moon, I bump into fellow wandering sheep and we exchange thoughts, experiences, and laugh at others and ourselves. Then as sheep wanderers do, we continue to wander along...in solitude. For we find joy in stillness, in quietness, in emptiness...

Now think not that my world is filled with nothing but a monotonous voice that keeps me going... It is filled with songs of millions of years, bursting from within... Hard to see, easier to feel, it comes easier to some than most... When now as the world is completing its cycle, more sheep are wandering and finding their...solitude.

As time goes by, I know I will meet more of my kind. But is it not inevitable to stay away, if it is our truer nature? Then perhaps we solitude lovers will become the flock of sheep instead? I doubt that will happen...for most will be wolves in sheeps' clothing.