The nature of Nature is worth writing for in an otherwise human world in which nature is full of filth, disgust and horror.
I think it’s beautiful.
I filled myself with emptiness
both dark and luminous
it soothes me, it guides me
to a place where I don’t exist.
maybe I existed but only in substance
I move only to remain unmoved
this stillness walks with me every day
I find it bright
I find it dark
I find it confusing
I find it peaceful
I think it’s beautiful.
Crimes of teacher!
For years I have seen them
Dreamt of becoming them,
I saw their hard work,
But not their tears
I saw their smile,
But not their fears
For I had seen a lot
So I wanted to become them
The moment I became a teacher
I lost my freedom, I lost my life
But most importantly
I lost the money I earned
No money, no respect, no life
Is what I receieved
After years of hardwork.
The crime of becoming a teacher
Is now eating off of me.
Slowly, slowly and more slowly.
Just another passing day
I barred my eyes from watching the reality of the world
But the rebellious tear flowed down anyway,
Sneaking into the flesh of my elbow, resting carefully under my head; and paving its way into my body,
It carried within it an unknown pain for which my mind and heart has no solution
It seeped into the cells and made my skin feel
All that my eyes barred it from feeling
As I lie helpless on my bed, waiting, weeping…
A new day will not light the den of pain
A new dawn will not calm down the storm and rain
With each passing day the tear becomes more rebellious
With each passing night the eyes shuts down even tighter.
Thought of The day
Why do we justify moral values when our survival depends on the extinction of others?
Thought of The day
Enlightened God is worshipped by ignorant fools everywhere. How enlightened God really is and how ignorant people really are is something to think about. If enlightenment come from within, I wonder what my ignorance will feed me. If it’s somewhere outside, I wonder whose ignorance do we see as being enlightened. Either way all I get eventually is ignorance which create lies, hatred, and fear everyday, everywhere.
When the Mice Rise
Surrender, my lord,surrender!
Don’t listen to their banter
You go with might , you take your pride
I promise to come,
To save your life…
Clouds were tense, air was anxious
Water was restless and land treacherous.
Future was crystal clear like fog,
And doubts were the answer for every clog.
Soon they saw the land of iron
He stepped on it and blew away the siren.
Laughter of fools gave him courage,
He hatched a plan among this menace
When the fools went away to the land of dreams
He swirled in the darkness and followed his dream.
He cut open the iron with its mighty pride,
His tail danced with joy and the gods smiled…
They rewarded its bravery by putting him in cage,
He thanked them properly by leaving only his tail.
The fool heard thunder and a majestic roar,
This was a message from the god:
‘No child of mine shall live in cage, you drunken fool, you can’t change My Way’
The roar did nothing, nothing at all
Because the gods became less scarier than ever before.
Fools had power,fools had money,
They went to the market to buy god and honey.
One lord escaped and millions were captured
For every brave action was to meet with a fracture.
This was the story of the brave mice,
Whom I caged with my precious,ignorant smile.
Thought of the day
Our dilemma is that we know nothing and everything at the same time.
Thought of the day
How strange is it that inspiration mostly comes from the depth of darkness.
A sad day:)
’twas a day, warm and bright
And young was the night
When she came and walked
She heard whispers and talks.
No candles, no celebrations, no tears
No shrieks, nothing.
Silence, absolute silence. And it continued for a very long time.
Lovely! She heard someone say
Wonderful! Said another,
In her mind silence shattered into pieces
But only in her mind.
It was a place where she existed;
Not in any universe or a country or in an opulent house. No.
She chose to exist where she mattered.
A tiny individual in a mysterious galaxy who neither lived in it nor outside it.
She lived someplace hidden, a place which even the secret service of patriarchy couldn’t fathom!
From her place she could See,
The lies people wear and the deceptive words their tongue speaks,
Together they said, “happy birthday to you”
And she knew, it was not the place to be.
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