Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Life is difficult.

That is it. That is the key to all there is; was and ever will be. Accept it and living automatically becomes simple. Most of my life was spent thinking, ‘it will get better’, ‘things will change’, and every other form of placebo I was willing to give myself and be happy. 

No one really told me that making life easy is not just difficult, it is impossible. Life gets tougher with each moment that passes. Just like a game, the next level is tougher, you plough on, you get through and another level is right there waiting for you.

So yes, the money is never going to be enough, the friends won’t ever be as cool as you want them to be, your mother will never understand you. Your great idea will get rejected again and again; the diligent budgeting will eventually die a terrible death when an emergency or a want takes precedence. There will be those who seem to have everything and others who seem forever lost. I feel both and at times I feel both at the same instant. But that is just me, just who I am, unique just like everyone else suffering the human condition.

Today my eyes were stuck open, today I believe I see a little more clearly. I see that none of this, nothing at all matters. If I can go to sleep smiling and wake up with the strength to fight on, I am more successful that most people I know. The bank balance can be made, the clothes can be bought, the body can be sculpted provided I really want to. However, want alone does nothing. Positive thinking only keeps one positive. Living like there is no tomorrow and acceptance of all there is at least gives a realistic view of what is.
This view for me today is that life is difficult. I accept it.

Monday, March 28, 2011

The Plan

The Devil’s got a plan for you…
To conquer the world, and own it too!
Have everything women, oil and gold
A face lift when you get old

What a thought! What a wish!
You thought you came up with this dish
Think again if you can,
These seeds were planted by another man!

Success you think is a chain of gold
A diamond encrusted dream
Amass it all that is the way to win
Happiness you think, made of things

Their opinions matter a voice says
Win it and you will get it right
You work for it all your life
Brush aside your children, your wife

Climb the ladder head held down
All that matters is how high you get
I got it you think… I am above it all
I have the money, what more can I want?

You look up to grinning that faces mock you
The ladder is longer still, there are many above you
The irony smites you, there is another ladder to get to
There is no rest for the greed in you

Clamour, you run to it
Climbing it with all your might
Devouring everything in your way
You are on top again

The ground below crumbles away
The plan now falls in place
You own the world, you have it all
Not a word you have to say

Empty and rich you burn away
Wishing you had your past again
But, the Devil has a plan for you
Yes you…

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Anguish lit!

Talking of righteousness
Purity they oft preach
Perched on high horses
Their thoughts in filth seep

Why care about another?
Feelings matter not
Behind by millennia
They remain filled with dearth

“How can I have his land?”
“I want that money to keep”
Material thoughts possess these minds
Wisdom from holy books they speak

“He was born low
How dare he fraternise!
In the house of this god
Only we can make the choice”

“She isn’t white enough
Who cares for her thoughts?
She could be one of us
Only if she questions naught”

“Of my caste I stand proud
I was born pure as milk
It’s not thought, nor deed or action
It is just this god’s will”

Blind they are to reason
Blind for choose not to see
Why am I to reason?
I will just simply be me

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Insane ramblings

Sometimes it is so easy to give up, to fail,
to crawl under a rock and pretend to be dead

How nice it would be, I wonder when I am gone
All my worries, my anxieties will leave me alone

Forget the bills; skip the EMIs, no more commitments to bother
Fix that light, that leaky pipe, did the fridge stop cooling again?

I wish I’d run away, take a different path or pick another way,
How should I go? Should I walk, run or simply let my mind stray

Should I pretend to be weaker or stupider for someone to care?
Should I give up who I am and live a lie that seems to others as fair?

It’s amazing how weakness brings out the sympathy!
Why anyone ever works is simply beyond me?!

Am I fat; am I ugly, should I be more like her?
Should I stoop? should I cower? Men seem to prefer a timid girl

How did I manage to get this way? Where did that happy child go?
How did I turn into this insecure adult when the child in me was so pure?

Now my friends too I have to garner with care,
it’s not ‘bout me but about those who stare

An image apparently I have to maintain
a do-gooder girl with no thought train

Sadder still the fact remains, I can’t live up to this brilliant fantasy
I seem insane, in a pretend-sane world of picket fences and fake grins

Monday, May 31, 2010

By the woods

The girl sat alone by the wooded realms,
Day dreaming, she numbed her senses to rest.
She heard slow movements of creatures’ unseen,
As she rested her feet on the grass green…

Slowly the clouds drifted across the sky,
Strange visions they brought to her mind.
Far and near her thoughts were set adrift,
Oh what a joy was it to simply sit!

No worries, no thoughts, naught bothered her now,
All that mattered were leaves and swaying boughs…
She felt the sun caress her hair,
For once, she let go of all that despair…

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Horror stories!

Vanish behind that curtain,
Run up those stairs…
It’s the time for scary stories
Look, who’s creeping there!

Finely woven as threads of silk,
These stories are set to amaze.
Transport you to another world they do,
Your deepest fears they raise!

Forget ghosts and haunting poltergeists,
Leave the psychotic killers behind.
Even animals their farms shan’t leave,
Just open up your mind…

Let loose those fears of loneliness,
Watch your pride take centre stage.
Notice your hungry eyes lust upon someone,
Don’t bother with the moral parade.

What then will happen to that mask of yours?
Who’d want to see your face?
Find the truth about your crumbling flesh,
Awaiting time’s decay…

Horror stories aren’t made of evil ghosts,
Nor they are of spirits unkind,
Horror stories are just a human condition,
Escaping the human mind…

Friday, January 15, 2010

Living the dream

What is our constant need to live a lie?
To live the dream that others seek
To cloak our sorrows in a lucid smile
To deny ourselves our very lives

'He lived the dream' they proudly said
Yet they coveted his every breath
A happy face he forever portrayed
Damning them all to death

This man they thought ‘he has it all’
They followed his every move
A stagger and they brought him down with a thud
His life was theirs to bleed

'He made his money from lies' they said
'He cheated on his wife'
'Oh look at his many flaws' they laughed
'He was never so perfect indeed'

They laughed him off, their ex-hero
The spoils were theirs to lavish
Another hero will soon ascend
It’s all about the better trick

Alas, then comes along an honest soul
Confused like the few before
'This is not my dream' he said
'I want not a billion dollars nor bars of gold'

He wished to live his life his way
To see the world anew
To think his own and make his place
His terms were disapproved

‘Rebel, hunt him down!’ they screamed
Yet each his courage sought
They wondered how he broke free
When all of them could not