Keep low

Sometimes, i just want to pull it off everything, starting from the basics stuffs i am doing for living. I am not sure if this sort of crazy feeling emerge within you or not, but it do appears to me when things around that circulate are icy cold to handle. This kinda raw feeling, that itches coldly in the ceiling of chest, letting current flow all around the shoulder and with tenderness swimming right inside the stomach always give me an attack of cold emotions, thundering inside, making me wrestle through the whole series of life that i see around including mine.

Frankly, i am not emotionally sensitive like my skin to the sharpest object but you know, when we are busy with life, out of nowhere sometimes, some feelings haunt us down, where it pluck the major string making it echo loudly in our temple, making even the feelings visible and put us to a situation when we can even feel the touch. You can assume, when you're alone in the darkest room and when your whole sense is triggered. That's when, when you can't deny to have never felt the current.


I am not sure of indications or the time of releasing chemicals inside body that make us feel so sensitive, but at least i am aware when our focus is right through every windows of life. Here, I am talking right from the same human sitting by the roadside street to the human on the throne, an animal on the path to those pets fed by human, and including all those parallel series of life equivalent or more to the example highlighted that make yours and my feeling flooded time and again.

See thousand of us, despite having the luxury of basic life we keep fighting for another thousand unattended stuffs. Do you? Yes i do and i am still on the same mode. See the basic patterns of life: birth, then attending to fulfill human facet, and then maybe studying or any work, then getting job,then earning,then making more money, then buying thousands of things and it keeps endlessly going further like the wheel on the straight steep slope, never thinking that the whole series is a circle: Started and it should end.

The picture of us today is; a kite on kids hand. we just want to fly high into sky crossing every level without a thought of the weather around and ultimate ground, this sometimes saddens me seeing myself on to this chair.

Do your mind question you? or never happens?
It never happens to me regularly for number of things i picked up are just conditioned and it just keep rolling on functioning smoothly but suddenly when it does, the messages transmitted eat me out in one chew. He started questioning me; Why keep the change when numbers of humans on the street are fighting for penny to feed themselves? Why wastage when you brought to use? Why mobile phone when you've hundreds of life around to spend with? Why restaurants when you've plenty to eat in home? Why heart break when you risk to love? Why alcohol when its warn on the injuries to health? and why more and more of everything, when you've the ground to stand freely.

Many of us know and still we do, for our mind is a loitering feather in the sky and we are blinded with the unnecessary need of life that demands. Our desires today, kicks off high every time stretching limitless making ourselves one hungry monster, never satisfied with the ocean of thing we own. Its very simple, this days we humans carries a heart that beats so fast, that fall so deep and that start asking so blindly. Here is the very basic day to day life happenings:
Smoking and drinking alcohol when its clearly warn on cancer and injury on health.
Buying stuffs unnecessarily when you really don't need.
Heart breaks and divorce in relations when you have fallen in love madly when you met on the first date.

I am scared our monsters are getting more fierce than lions in the jungle, for i get to see thousands of mess which you and i can adjust. To those who are smoking and drinking, question on why you do, despite the fact of label boldly written. To those who lavishly spend, question yourself what it would be if its given to those in need. To those separate ones, question on why you meet up to give a child and turn away, but this is no intentions to hurt or embarrass anyone, just thought if it could be a dose of medicine if in need.

Life got thousands hurdles, life got thousands of things that we wont be able to attend, life got thousand ahead of us, thousand behind us.
Its not always about getting through hurdles, we may fail and we got to learn how to accept and move on.
We won't be able to attend, and its not always about fighting to make it because sometimes it worthwhile to leave it.
Its not a race to catch those thousand folks ahead of us for we are not in field to win or a race worrying, watching those thousand folks behind us to the reach our height, because everybody has its own way to live.
Only, if we are the vessels that determines the capacity to hold the water or a sky to watch, our demonic ego would sleep on the ground. Life is a five second burning candle, burn well efficiently.

Tnobs


PS: Had a drought since the last visit to my blog but lucky i got some summer rainfall today unexpectedly :).

Keep Burning

To those dwarf grass beneath the canopy of huge tree, light will show some fine day.
To those bitten and pained heart, smile will touch them one unexpected day.
To those animals left unfed for listless days,they will find through a loaf of bread one good day.
The sunshine, the rain marry rarely, so is the rainbow irregularities.
Be the sun of hope that you never fade, neither shrink but glowing with packages of dreams and hope,
For your day is yet to arrive.

Faded name

Along her dense and thin,
Curve and bend,
Fall and rise,
I adjusted like dog, a real humble one.
Admit! i was one dedicated ferocious soldier,
lifting all load on shoulder,
Fighting all battles,
Despite crumbling weight,
And yes, i married victory and won the pride.
But now i am struggling fixing sins,
Wrestling with pain,
But all journey i drove by:
I find myself low,
Pride broken,
Victory shrinking,
And people ask me if i am doing fine?
I tell, only if those victories i fought for, do worth for poor.

Bad weather find sparks in you

Erosion uprooting,
Hurricane blowing,
Heat burning,
Tremor shaking,
The worst swim deep right through your core,
Spreading everywhere.
Severely despair at end,
Energy less to grind.

Stories only to find;
Your strength,
Your dreams,
Your journey
To find the beast within you:
Where it follows and stands every following day.

Where do i belong?

Fuck! she shouted loud at the peak of voice,
Her hand weaving hard and rough through her long messed hair,
She beat her head hard.
And everything near her was a ball.
She was deafen, even the noisiest truck was silent to her.
but all she could feel was rumbling thoughts running wild,
Grief rooting inside all part.


Slowly she sat down heavily on the chair,
Puffing like the chimney in the name of heavy breath,
Catching a glass of drink with hope to fill up her void.
But nothing did sooth.
Instead, fear like emotions keep volcanic.

Fuck, holy mother of god,
She broke a bottle with winning worries,
and hand injured, she painted wall with red blood,
where do i belong?

Six days of life.

Dew on the hanging leaf blade,
Carpeted frost on the ground,
and those ripples on the pond,
Twitches the the pulse,
Until it fades.
And then you forgot the pleasure they gave,
With its sink.

Do you ever realize more is never enough for us.
The questions in our head are thunderous,
But answers are limited,
Resolutions are stagnant.
And we keep searching with no definition,
And then we're answer-less to oneself,


Why we making it hard?
'Because we're never okay until we see something bold,'
Why waste time on bad days?
'Because we're weak, we can't live the shit out that consume us.
At last we're huge jungle carnivore, always hungry and preying,
NEVER SATISFIED.

Walk through the country road,
Watch those tall standing tree; it's branches, leaves, barks.
Watch those prayer flags flapping; the wooden flag pole, cloth piece.
Watch those attire you and I wear; hats, shirts and shoes.
And we find breathtakingly enriching,
But sadly we never see, falling branches, falling leaves and useless bark of the tree,
Even we don't see the torn prayer flag and weaken pole,
Forget about the clothes we dress.
Only we do when it beat us cold and empty.


That's why we abundantly forget the daylight,
When darkness come roaring,
And we richly become stranger to simplicity
When issues grow complicating,
Don't wave yourself like changing tide,
Understand yourself and bark.
The message is simple as you know;
Don't search your happiness to hurt you and others,
Understand, nothing last including yourself, so give yourself all, don't leave barren,
And at last your happiness is yourself, so find within.

Life is long journey,but short as subliming dew you'll never see.

The brush with new air.

like the shield of turtle,
Baggy hook on all over the head,
I walked across the city road side.
The evening breeze was gently blowing,
Teasingly kissing all over my naked skin.

Like those of flickering candle flames,
Low evening sun rays shimmer through the dusted air
And winged creature floating high in air,
I watched them dancing and singing faintly in the rhythm of dying daylight.
Nervously losing myself into the calmest brush of thoughts.

Ripples like on the ponds my blood pumped gently,
With slowest beat comparatively to those of classical music,
Like i could read all the beat in her cycle.
All those injected drunk in my thought,
And i was dancing in the beat of new rhythm.