Mankind is not evil.
Evil exist but, not in man.
For when a man succumbs to evil,
He ceases to be a man.
Busy busy today,
Life being so arcane,
Dealing with this or that,
And coping with externalities.
Busy busy today,
Deep down within my soul,
And for all of those I meet.
Busy busy today,
Trying to understand,
That all things are finite,
And that hopes are for the future.
Busy busy today,
Taking one more step,
Towards the ultimate goal,
And that’s left me stuck in a loop.
Busy busy today…
Running to and fro…
Taking care of business…
And planting seeds for the future…
Words maybe strong and have a lot of meanings…. but as long as I know what’s true about me
Words don’t hurt me
If you cross the line, then I will payback in kind to your harsh words
I know what’s true, I know what’s a lie
I know who I am
No matter what you say
Words will never hurt me
You lie through your teeth just to hurt someone else
Did someone stab you with harsh words?
No need to do the same to someone
Try using kind words
Words have a lot of meaning
If you us the right ones
Then no one will have the need for harsh and painful words
It’s not here, that’s what it is.
Standing on top of the highest building overshadowing the city,
I glance beneath on the thousands of feet under
As I bit my lip,
I do not see this supposed happiness, anywhere.
Someone hammered this quote into my head:
“Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls.
The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.”
Now this stinging headache tells me that this planet is all it’s cracked up to be
That a bogus smile is plastered all over this planet.
And we should never let this pseudo merriment falter, or else.
Riddling whispers want to drag me back in to the concept that
True feelings and integrity is nothing but a myth, a sham, a con, a joke.
Those who believe otherwise in that missing ray of hope,
Shall be crushed and eaten by the foolish thought of it.
That fake smile is our line of defense.
Which is why I’m barely standing here in desperation
Searching for pure gaiety, maskless faces, untainted souls.
Instead all I see is conditioned bliss, beautiful facades, crooked smiles.
People everywhere held their broken hearts close,
Petrified for it to be shattered, disintegrated.
Seems strenuous to maintain a strong pulse.
That lonely girl at school, she could have been a rock star,
If not being poured of Law homework that discontinued her dream.
That geeky nerd could have enjoyed being outgoing,
If not for the constant bullying that zipped up his personality.
That old aged janitor could have spent the last of his years smiling,
If random acts of kindness like a simple “Hello” didn’t cease to exist,
But it’s too late now since he retired to the afterlife.
The ignored, belittled, discriminated could have tasted happiness,
If not for the gnawing looks from people who are “proper” and “normal”;
If the LGBTQIA aren’t treated as a bunch of diseased and confused pricks demanding for attention;
If the delicate souls with serious mental illnesses weren’t called crazy retarded twats;
If the different and gifted weren’t demeaned as weird queers and lunatics for expressing individuality.
Basically the “proper and normal” hold up their noses high while the “abnormal” hide in their shadows, in tears
Tired, no, afraid of being themselves.
What about the high nosed privileged category?
They don’t seem very content at their lives too.
Stress, expectation and work leech on them, sucking them dry.
They need to be studious for college scholarships,
They need to be diligent for their plate of potatoes,
They need to graft for their children’s shelter,
They need to endure for their parents’ sake,
They need to put on masks and choose the right emote
Hold their breathings and grit their teeth because they’re underlings
Yelling and puffing out steam at petty details because they’re superiors
A normal life is not a walk in the park it seems.
Nope, it’s not here.
I couldn’t find it.
Happiness turned into fairy tales leaving everybody sobbing in the dark.
I ache for people.
That leaves me wondering what if…
Just what if I slipped?
From this rooftop with this newfound courage to end it all?
Plenty of reasons feed this dangerous thought,
What’s life if living is all it’s cracked up to be?
Why can’t we know what happiness is without knowing what sadness is?
Why should we continue to coo ourselves with further lies?
When one step from this building edge could lead us to…
I stepped back and sighed.
I guess I’ll just keep on searching.
It’ll make you hesitate and stutter,
For you’ll want to run for cover,
Unsure of what to say,
Your confidence will disobey,
But in your heart, you know it’s true,
Beating in lust, not in blue,
The being you wish to possess, your very desire,
But you must calm, and not perspire,
Because its a beautiful thing, a wonderful sensation,
A gift from life, your heart’s temptation.
I didn’t know that a city can be drowned like this: completely submerged in a festive fog. The fog comes from the firecrackers; they cackle and boom every minute. The dogs have disappeared; they think perhaps that the end of the world has come. They must be in absolute despair and shock. Meanwhile, people celebrate; clad in their brightest clothes, they crowd at their gates and set off rockets of stars, fountains of light and rotating wheels of sparkles.
The firecrackers go off right in the street,all the colors and sparks flying into the air.People cheering after their belly’s have been filled with sweets.Diwali always makes me feel cheerful and warm,even though I do not share the beliefs with everyone around me.Small candles for sale in all shapes colors,but one lonely candle sits alone out of its package.Small and pink with a blue braided cord around it,its beautiful,and alas I give the man my loonies and am off.When I find time to light this adorable little candle,sparks shoot out of it and light small fires to the rug.Shit.Next time I’ll make sure I don’t buy a firecracker