Of late i've been observing life. I must admit it hasnt' been the finest yet. Dreams are more beautiful than what maybe real. Which makes me think, what if we act out our present because a dream tells us to? Of late its' a method ive' tried. Not a very wise decision i must say. As of now everything seems to be falling apart. Not one wish right, not one stone of hope turned. A good friend told me, 'Endure' it's the best we can do, to which I may add is the only thing keeping me going. I've lost all power to make decisions. I've lost the power to deal with those I make. Returning empty handed has become such a routine i've forgotten what achieving something really feels like.
It's a game of slow death the forces play upon those who are capable of surviving the never ending game time, while it sits up there and savors the misery. It's a slow death of thoughts, of dreams, of life until your misery downs you all.
The darkness of cries. The light of masked smiles. And in between the two, the dreams of a better future.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
unexplicable.
Upside down
Up and round
The fastest spin
High above, back to the ground
A pin to a lime
I see my self, calm and composed.
No scare or rush
It's clear as snow.
I look at the buildings go round
I look at the lights go round
I look at the people go round
I look at me go round
I see the eyes through which I see
I read the mind through which I read
I see the joy for which I smile
I see the life for which I live
Not a rider
Nor a spectator
In between, is where I am
Physically, mentally
Crazy or Mad
I cannot detach
It's over now
It happened? I don't know how.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Dream
Come in a group
Come in a pair
Come you and I
come without a lie
lets take a walk
even through fields of dead stalk
lets cross the barren deserts
and dried up valleys
For one day the grass would be green
and flowers would bloom
around the lakes of serenity
the starting point for eternity
The mountains will tell us tales of peace
the wind will guide our feet
up to the tallest peak
and fall with arms open into the oceans deep
Lets meet along the way
Fellow travellers of may
Lets join with stangers at supper
and have nature as our mother
Children of the earth
we were ment to be
lets celebrate love, peace and joy
and let the rest be.
Come in a pair
Come you and I
come without a lie
lets take a walk
even through fields of dead stalk
lets cross the barren deserts
and dried up valleys
For one day the grass would be green
and flowers would bloom
around the lakes of serenity
the starting point for eternity
The mountains will tell us tales of peace
the wind will guide our feet
up to the tallest peak
and fall with arms open into the oceans deep
Lets meet along the way
Fellow travellers of may
Lets join with stangers at supper
and have nature as our mother
Children of the earth
we were ment to be
lets celebrate love, peace and joy
and let the rest be.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Home decor is'nt rocket science.
It was one of those extremely busy days at work. After an extremely noisy and boring buss ride you walk into the house painted pink, with red sofas and an ugly brown table, more like a house put together from left overs collected for generations. You hear the blades of the fan move slowly accompanied by something thats a whining sound made my instruments with a few "tadan nana". Its gloomy. The very life from the room has been sucked away.
Thats when you realise how important home decor is! Ones house radiates energies that calms the body down. Color coordination, order and cleanliness fuse positive energies into the space. Space and light are illusions that can be created with mirrors, curtains and a well lit house. Try not to use the same color light as you would be exposed to at work. Let the natural light in during the day. Gone are the days when the walls were off white, Add color! Last but not the least accessorize. Small things like potpourri, candles, vase, flowers, floor lamps and well arranged photo frames personalizes the house and gives out a welcoming feeling.
It amazing how these simple things not only makes a house into a welcoming home, but also fuses calm and possitive energies amongst the members of the house.
Thats when you realise how important home decor is! Ones house radiates energies that calms the body down. Color coordination, order and cleanliness fuse positive energies into the space. Space and light are illusions that can be created with mirrors, curtains and a well lit house. Try not to use the same color light as you would be exposed to at work. Let the natural light in during the day. Gone are the days when the walls were off white, Add color! Last but not the least accessorize. Small things like potpourri, candles, vase, flowers, floor lamps and well arranged photo frames personalizes the house and gives out a welcoming feeling.
It amazing how these simple things not only makes a house into a welcoming home, but also fuses calm and possitive energies amongst the members of the house.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Excuses of sorts
A few years back I was at school
A trouble maker in a group of four
Using innocence as a bait
Twist through the roads meant to be straight
Bunking classes, prankster queens
Did it all as disciplined teens.
Went to college caught the flu
Smoking, drinking and some drugs too
Travelled the corners hidden below
All that nature gracefully bestows.
Oh no! It’s time
With attendance we short,
Who cares lets bunk
There are excuses of sorts.
Lets pull that prank one last time,
This time bigger, it’s a bomb not a lime.
Let’s bitch, Let’s fight
Let’s party, let’s dance
We’ll save the bang
Hey! We aren’t the only wasted gang.
The care free life is over now
It’s time to sail on a money dhow
Oh it’s time to carry my sack
It’s way to heavy on my back
Ring ring, my boss got a fax
She’s out on a meeting to fix her tax
With an evil grin, it’s time to relax
Lets bunk again
Life is short
After all, there are excuses of sorts.
A trouble maker in a group of four
Using innocence as a bait
Twist through the roads meant to be straight
Bunking classes, prankster queens
Did it all as disciplined teens.
Went to college caught the flu
Smoking, drinking and some drugs too
Travelled the corners hidden below
All that nature gracefully bestows.
Oh no! It’s time
With attendance we short,
Who cares lets bunk
There are excuses of sorts.
Lets pull that prank one last time,
This time bigger, it’s a bomb not a lime.
Let’s bitch, Let’s fight
Let’s party, let’s dance
We’ll save the bang
Hey! We aren’t the only wasted gang.
The care free life is over now
It’s time to sail on a money dhow
Oh it’s time to carry my sack
It’s way to heavy on my back
Ring ring, my boss got a fax
She’s out on a meeting to fix her tax
With an evil grin, it’s time to relax
Lets bunk again
Life is short
After all, there are excuses of sorts.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Graduates of Recession
"When I grow up I want to be a doctor. If anyone tries to hurt you I will give them a nice big injection."
Sounds familiar? Yes, the little child's dream. Today I'm standing at the deciding point of life when you step out into the real world, to make dreams come true. Being here it makes me wonder are these dreams just for the young? Like the little children and their fairy god mother.
My friend tells me, "welcome to the real world". With the recession that just hit us, we have to, to some extent become slaves of money. Preference here is now changing from wanting a career to just wanting a job, any bloody job as long as you get the money.
'Career' is either for the rich who could either afford to wait around to get the job that would build their career or just a child's dream. Money does make the world go round, speak to the graduates of recession you would get a glimpse of the real world.
Sounds familiar? Yes, the little child's dream. Today I'm standing at the deciding point of life when you step out into the real world, to make dreams come true. Being here it makes me wonder are these dreams just for the young? Like the little children and their fairy god mother.
My friend tells me, "welcome to the real world". With the recession that just hit us, we have to, to some extent become slaves of money. Preference here is now changing from wanting a career to just wanting a job, any bloody job as long as you get the money.
'Career' is either for the rich who could either afford to wait around to get the job that would build their career or just a child's dream. Money does make the world go round, speak to the graduates of recession you would get a glimpse of the real world.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Reminiscence
I've been cribbing for awhile now about how i just hate Dubai. But with all the terminations and visa issues i realized that if i ever had to leave dubai for good and never come back i would be devastated!
Its so hot and humid, there is absolutely nothing to do, money is never enough and every dick knows your history. But it's where I grew up. It's where I had all my shitty times, where iv been broke beyond words and still managed to scrape out coins to have ice cream, where iv played on footpaths and rang peoples doorbell, played basketball and and fell in and out of love.
It's where i've made the best of friends and watched them grow into men/women, and today they are all leaving. Some will come back others wont, the rest are to busy with their professional life. It makes me sad to see how things change, how people grow further apart following their dreams and ambitions. I cannot complain because I would be doing the same.
But i hope that one day will come when time just rewinds and I would have all my friends back with me again. With no stress of limited finances, or aches because they are growing too old or complaints because now they live a much more sophisticated life and enjoy round two of a childhood i'm so proud off.
Its so hot and humid, there is absolutely nothing to do, money is never enough and every dick knows your history. But it's where I grew up. It's where I had all my shitty times, where iv been broke beyond words and still managed to scrape out coins to have ice cream, where iv played on footpaths and rang peoples doorbell, played basketball and and fell in and out of love.
It's where i've made the best of friends and watched them grow into men/women, and today they are all leaving. Some will come back others wont, the rest are to busy with their professional life. It makes me sad to see how things change, how people grow further apart following their dreams and ambitions. I cannot complain because I would be doing the same.
But i hope that one day will come when time just rewinds and I would have all my friends back with me again. With no stress of limited finances, or aches because they are growing too old or complaints because now they live a much more sophisticated life and enjoy round two of a childhood i'm so proud off.
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