Tuesday 26 June 2012

when...





    I roam around this world with all my decoys. The people i met loved me, for they thought those masks are the real me. Or else that love was their act.
    Then one day I walked under the lushness and shade of the green nature, without any of my second skins. People shied away from me as from a taboo. They saw me for what I actually is. They saw the raw ugliness. My skin blistered under those stares. They once advised me to live in reality. And when I show them the reality, they get scared. Paradox...
    Or, are they scared of themselves? Do they saw themselves in me? Do my ugliness reminds them of what resides in them? Are they running away from their own realities? They ran, so they could check on their masks and be sure that those strings are tight. And to be sure that their acts are not disturbed and no one could see the Caliban in them. So they could live in their utopia with their pretty faces and boast about their fake realities. And when someone actually be real, they could crucifix them and call those martyrs a fraud.
    And after a fall they will make monuments for those martyrs and worship them.Thus they could sabotage those real models by corrupting their ideals and faking them according to their unreal world. Realities will get violated and decoyed as sins, so no one will dare to show what's real anymore.
    When would these warring species could stop fighting among themselves and acquire the courage to fight the falseness in their souls? When would they dare to break the cocoon of those fake moralities and show themselves in the glaring sun? When would they start telling the truth? When would they....

Tuesday 12 June 2012

silent wail...



They say the water of Ganges could cleanse...
A rebirth, attained from a bath with all your sins washed away...
But could it cleanse those memories, regrets...
Oh, how I wish to rejuvenate...

No requiems saved me from this purgatory...
No pleads of remorse heard...
Those sins pull me to irredeemable depths...
My wails unheard, and be amiss...

The pain which I can’t endure is to see what I’ve done...
Carnal pangs hurt me not, but pain in those eyes does...
 Those impeccant souls flown to my fowl...
Oh, their wails; bleed my ears and tear my heart...

This dirt weighing down my course...
My spine bends, and limbs weak...
Oh, how I wish to leave this temple of dirt...
To be nothing, and in peace and to be one with world’s Chi...
At least a crumb of that goodness if any resides in me...

Sunday 3 June 2012

truth....




Flowing through those current...
Rocks of taboos blocked me...
Their sharp edges cut my skin...
Some gave me big blows...

But the flow to the moore, didn't stop...
The water of my temptations made me flow over those rocks...
I broke some, and I bend some...
Crossed those forbidden lines...
And my mind started prying me with regret...

Did I actually break any...?
Or was it all an illusion...
An illusion to elude you from the truth, the moore...
My freedom lies in accepting those truths...
And now am starting to see clearly...
Know that this flow is normal, human...
Let yourself free; don't fight it...
Now am starting to accept those truths....