Masquerade

Our daily lives are nothing but a less colourful version of a masquerade ball. Our faces taking the form of the masks one wears. We mingle with friends, colleagues and associates, sometimes meeting a stranger in a new place. These seldom see the soul beneath the face, for each one we play a different role. Always smiling, mostly polite. Our eyes hiding the darkness within. We are all Cinderellas’ seeking a touch of magic with our disguised appendages. Then we leave for home where midnight begins with the click of a lock, the unmasking inevitable. The walls know our secrets and where there are no walls our brethren and kin take their place.

The ocean is my dig, man.

So here I am ready set to go and with absolutely nothing on my mind. It seems to be one of those times when for some reason my mind experiences a total dry spell. Co-incidentally or maybe not so co-incidentally the dry spells seem to occur at the exact moments when I have access  to a computer. Nevertheless, I will endeavor A picture should suffice, I think.

 

 

The Dance.

Of  men and women

It is a strange thing

The dance they weave

An unchoreographed series of steps

Yet the closing is always the same

The irresistable passion that draws and binds

puts Methuselah to shame.

WORMHOLE

My Happy Place.

The spaces in between reality.

Where, for me, time ceases to exist. Where I’m in control of my destiny, my fears, my pain. The one place where I am free. Unbound by the many shackles holding me.

I revel in the timeless atmosphere, savouring the feel of  a transient rapture.

And then, space traveller that I am

 I move from wormhole to wormhole

subconsciously wishing all the while

for one moment more…

shocker

our days on earth are fleeting
a mere whisper on the breath of time
the fragility of the soul is akin to the papery wings of a butterfly
we delude ourselves with the fancy that our souls are ours to keep
but they donot belong to us
they belong to the creator
who will recall us at will
whether we be errant or willing
greater humankind dwells within a mirage of frivolity and base desire
hardly paying heed to pleas of his brother
for freedom, for justice, for the right to live in peace.
human life has become cheap
we die like flies being swatted by the giant hand of greed and intolerance.
the earth is shrouded in a great cloud of fear
slowly moving lower to engulf the hearts of the innocent
and where death is welcomed as an end to tortured existence.

The place we call home.

The world is not a candy coated astro. It is an inferno. burning bright with diverse culture. It is not all sweetness and neither is it pure. The world is vivid, it is raw. It is unbridled passion, there exists no perpetual calmness.

If only it was tooth decay instead.

I am certain that I am not the only person among the billions upon this planet who has wondered about the moral decay of humanity. It affects all of us. Even those among us who would rather be unexposed to such a torrent of licentious bullets being fired by the guns of corruption. The purity of the human soul is now an endangered species. Where even the smallest of children are exposed to the harsher, cruder realities of human existence. My soul wretches from being unwittingly drawn into this worse than cancerous plague that is slowly but surely blackening what was once… long, long ago; if not totally perfect but a relatively wholesome species of creation called humankind.

Just a mere reflection..

It happens very rarely and when it does, just simply listening is enough. that’s how I feel about this particular piece I’ve found. it’s got a beautiful mellow sound to it. the ideal sort of sound for chilling. it makes one want to write. the lyrics combined with voice and tune set the mood perfectly.

“life is beautiful, wouldn’t you agree?”

i most certainly do agree. despite all the melodrama of our daily lives and all the strife across the globe… one cannot but sometimes take out a minute to smile at something, be it the innocent smile of little child or the vibrant colours of a flower in the garden, perhaps even the pink streaks the setting sun casts upon the blue-ish sky.

Life is beautiful… it sure is.

Very Rude Awakenings

I was just skipping along merrily, enjoying a night of “lose your mind in rock” session and feeling very mellow really,  when i decided to make the aquaintance of someone who had a name that sounded like a pearl. Looks harmless, or so i very mistakenly thought. Firstly my pearl assumption couldn’t have been more far from the truth, the name actually belonging in some sci-fi shenanigan. That aside, my little ‘venture’ seemed to be going along nicely, finally someone who can ask me more than just my “asl”, those three letters enough to make me shudder! When suddenly, i was thrust into a conversational topic that would usually make me bolt if i am somehow unable to steer away from it after 3 minutes. Nevertheless, no trapped feeling for me this time, cool as a cucumber and as still and level minded as the sky is just before a massive storm, i valiantly tried to toss back answers to questions i had no right to be answering in the first place (due to my ignomorous status), then just when i was about to declare myself injured, fate intervened on my behalf, clearly, my valiant attempts weren’t as valiant as i had supposed.  Needless to say, the discussion was terminated but the lesson to be learned is that it’s time i took note of these rude awakenings and trade in my mindless mission for something substantial, like the bolting conversational topic. Daunting as it may seem. Deep down inside, the little voice reassures me that it will only be to my advantage.

MiNdLeSs MiSsIoNs….

In this never-ending conquest to blatantly ignore life, I have yet again sought out a new avenue in which to lull myself into a sense of false bliss. Donning my virtual gowns of silk and taffeta, I waltz my way through page by page of romantic claptrap. Nothing could be a more perfect distraction, especially for one who revels in love that doesn’t involve oneself (not out of choice, mind). The heroes are always of exceptional quality; handsome, intelligent, rich and with just the right dose of anger, jealousy and possessiveness thrown in. What more could a girl ask for? Then while i am still swooning from hero number 1’s daring rescue of his heroine, i sail off to join hero number 2 in his quest to win heroine number 2’s hand. Never leaving enough space for reality to seep inbetween the cracks, for if this unthinkable thing should occur, i would misstep in this perfectly orchestrated waltz of mine, trod upon my silken gown and collapse into a heap upon the floor of the very existence i wish to escape. I end with this, to quote a friend: “how can i mind, if there isn’t a mind to mind?”