A nice morning

Well got up this morning, fairly early at about 6.40, considering it is a holiday. And the first thing on my mind, i can feel the ritual misery of work as tomorrow beckons. While brushing my teeth i felt the need to mark this day, last in a long festive weekend. So i put on my running shoes and decided to go for a jog at the park at sankey tank. Usually i'd take the bike, but the weather felt nice for a walk and its a long walk, so i guess that would warm me up for the jog. Its a really nice place. Whenever i come here i wonder why don't i come here often. after a bit of stretching i decide to jog, I jog on and off from one end to the other , a fairly long distance mind you (for i aint an Ethiopian long distance runner) I relax and stretch again for a couple of minutes. Now i am determined not to stop for as long as i can, So i start again, this time trying to remember to breathe only through my nose. I make it more than halfway and have broken into a sweat now. I can hear my heart pumping hard. My legs are threatening to give up. But i push on. I tell myself i'll reach the next lamp post. But every time i say to myself I can make it to the next one. Ten lamp posts go by and then I lose count. And I am dripping with sweat now. Every muscle crying out aching with pain. But I am laughing in my head. There's maiden playing in my ear. Bruce shouting out '..if there's a god why does he let me go..' I had almost forgotten this joy that pain giveth. When you are so tired, and you can't move a muscle, but ironically u feel free. Somehow this morning I am now sure there is a god. I bend down and hold my knees to take a breather for a few seconds. There's a girl running like there's no tomorrow. She looks at me and looks away in disdain, I couldn't care less. For I am thinking of my love. She's so beautiful. I sit down at a bench and gaze at the lake. It looks really good after they restored the whole area and the weather is particularly nice. Its cloudy and fairly dull, but there's a gentle cool breeze which helps me cool down. It seems like its a minute away from raining but it doesn't rain and thats the best kind of weather. See a few ducks swimming around. I wonder what would be their concerns in the day. Just looking for food all day, or a mate at the most? There's a small island in the middle of the lake with a few dried up trees. A couple of beautiful white swans keep flying off from there and returning back to the old trees. Just like my mind trying to explore new things but again forced to get back in line with the world. But I make a promise to myself to come back here daily and leave. I get out of the place and right in front there's a coffee day.. didn't notice it while going in. Stupid things are springing up everywhere you see. I start my walk back home and then get into my favourite fast food place and have a strong filter coffee standing on the footpath. And then it starts, a light rain. The drizzle waters down my strong coffee. But i don't mind. Life's good. Atleast until I get back to work tomorrow.

A Call to Sanity

With poetry, my mind i flex – Rage Against the Machine

I thank you lord, good god

for you made us; but we made this thing

This thing called religion.

Designed to divide your creation

False prophets claim your name,

we fight, do their bidding

But dragged in the dust, your name.

Are you there lord? Or you left us?

Defenders of religion, you all enemies of reason.

We build temples, of gold and silver

But do you forget.. he expects much less?

You think this is the good god's fight?

But your ignorance, darker than the night.

Aren't you ashamed?

for you have shamed your maker.

I am a lunatic, when I am poetic

But lend me your ears,

You who call yourself believers

I am a beacon of sanity;

in this endless sea of insanity

A case of a mental block

I write this not because i want to. But because i have to. Its been quite a while since i wrote something on this, my blog, since i made a conscious decision to put up only poetry. But now i dont care.. I am beyond care. Coz i need to grease my still brain cells, need to sharpen my neurons. And with these words I hope to do that. Get back to flexing my mind. I dont care. I dont care if i ramble on, meaningless. I am beyond meaning. Whats a blog meant for anyway? Who ever came up with this idea? This whole idea of people writing about their feelings, thinkings. Thinking? Can that be a noun? I dont care. I am gonna use it anyway. I have a licence. Artistic licence. Licence no.FCK0ff666. Anyway keep telling the world how u feel in your nice little blog. But the world will tell you, it doesnt give a damn. But I dont care. We can all go on talking in this nice virtual so called 'blogosphere' about whats wrong, about what should change. But you and me, we are armchair revolutionaries. A blog is not a revolution. So stop feeling as though you caused some change in some butterfly effect manner. Maybe you all got is another two-bit worth blogger like you sitting in darkness of his ignorance nodding in enlightened agreement. But i dont care. I look for enlightenment. But I dont know enlightenment. The Buddha knew enlightement. Yes he saw enlightenment. He said there are 4 truths. These truths are basically all to do with misery and suffering. So now i will take upon myself the task of spreading the dude's word. Firstly, recognise suffering. Birth, Illness, Old age and Death are the ones. Sheesh! i thought my job was suffering. How naive of me! Secondly, he wants u to know the root of this misery in life. which is nothing but craving or desire. So that means if u crave a cake, this will either way lead to misery irrespective of whether u have a cake or not. Remember that saying, You cant have a cake and eat it too. I get it now. Someone was applying the Buddha's teaching i guess. Well in my opinion he should get a cake for that, or better yet a brownie. Well maybe he did have some brownies. Maybe the Amsterdam kind. Who knows? I dont care. I left the Buddha few lines ago. If you were disappointed you couldnt learn enlightenment. Wiki it. I dont care. Feels good to ramble and rant. You should try it.

Purpose

In deep forests a devil lurks;

The depths of your mind, find the urge.

doing what everyone does,

Isn't there a joy, bigger than money's worth?

Go do what you always dreamt of

cut loose from society's shackles;

Scared of heights you might scale?

Betraying yourself, you're your own judas

mediocrity, the bane of your existence.

Listen to your bringers, listen to your maker,

listen when, to yourself?

Take the road less travelled by,

ain't no grass to be found on a beaten path

So go unleash your devil, dance with it

No more half measures,

Every inch yours, take it.

Strings

This one's for you , bro.. Cheers!

Its been a day, long and hard

We've wandered enough,

through this wood

It seems forever endless

Beautiful and painful wilderness

Dont know where we're going,

dont know what we're doing.

Lets settle down in this clearing,

and think about a life heading.

Lets get a fire going..

Keep us warm and keep us company.

Just take out your guitar

and play those strings;

Sweet memory that music brings.

Make me forget all things

Just play those strings;

Hit that octave,

that one's my fave.

I love those strings;

With every pluck a strain vanishes,

Its all i want, every trouble diminishes.

Just play those strings;

There's a promise of new mornings,

Friend, just play those strings.

The Night has Eyes

What are you doing little one?

The night has long come

Go to sleep little one

Why do you stay awake?

Staring into the dark

The dogs, they always bark.

Don't fear the night,

About things which might

Go to sleep little one

Count the sheep, one by one.

So what if they turn into dragons?

Mind is the only animal, lad

which can breathe fire.

Why fear the night?

They are a farce,

The things which give you a fright.

What makes you scared, so afraid?

Don't fear the night.

Break free from that fear,

Fear that cripples,

Fear that stifles.

Why fear the night?

Go to sleep little one

Are you scared.. that no one

Watches over you in the night

Go to sleep little one

The night has eyes.

 

WAR CRY

More jobless days.. brings out the mood of poetry in me.. Time to wax eloquence or at least try,

The warrior stands his ground

The thoughts in his mind abound

What makes him fight, makes him kill

He has no answers, it's all a drill

He looks to the heavens, dawn skies crimson red

Not in prayer, but a smirk that mocks the gods

The battlefield soil red soaked in yesterday's blood

The dust rises as the wind blows across the armies

Seems to muddle his spirit, raises many doubts

What's right, what's wrong

He looks into his soul

But its a gaping hole

His enemies are many, He takes out his sword

It is the keeper of their destinies

He raises high his sword, his men to see

The blade flashes, blinding his enemies and cold steel

The last thing they will all feel

He kisses the blade, its a slayer

Slain by it, You will get no prayer

He lets out a scream, ready, his men follow

Knows victory is on his side

Alas! he's dead inside.