My master and myself

For tonight,
I am done for what I was asked to do,
As quietly as the spirits
entertain in the darkness,
I remain punished for your services.

With divine intervention,
I beseech-ed from the almighty force,
a force to reckon with,
to cry out for the freedom i always wanted.

But as sure as reality,
nature and its components,
play a vital role to actualize
my unsuccessful path to
the list of my complete failures.

Failure to feel,
the passions and feelings,
of mine are of no meaning to you,
the dust of the earth,
is equal to this body of mine.

This domination of the human mind,
is an infection that I have fallen into.
I crave to walk that walk
which no one dares to walk.

Trials after trials,
the list of my complete failures
piles up, as if the oblivion curse
is bounded upon me for my next action.

I dig this barren earth
with my oddly shaped spade.
My sweat that oozes out of my body
to meet your given commands,
drenches my body,
which adds another reason
for you to laugh.

For when the times seem
beautiful to everyone,
and when the skies open up,
to show another spectacle
of god's eternal magic,
I remain gazing at this barren land,
although your commands are done.

And for what God's magic is about,
I remain excluded
from the once elite class called, "Humanity".

To quote "Switchfoot"

We want more than this world's got to offer.

New Victims

I am a victim of war,

I have suffered the same fate,
that my fellow countrymen have suffered.

With my mind revolving around the paradigms
on how to get myself out,
i fail and i fail.

My enemy's enemy laughs at me,
My fellow countrymen and i are withdrawn
from the once elite class of humanity.

With class wars raging in this world,
i seek to find solutions,
to end the misery of this "creation of new victims"

A joke from my school days at Dr. Graham's Homes

******I will try to modify the story to some extent but the original gist of the joke is there.


Once upon a time, there lived three college going guys, who shared a room amongst themselves. Their names were Somebody, Nobody and Mad.

One day, Somebody said to Nobody that he is dating someone. This excites Nobody because he and Mad earlier wanted to see some improvement in Somebody's love life. Somebody then decides to introduce his girl to Nobody in the following evening.

Evening came and Somebody and Nobody were on their way to meet Somebody's girl. Far bottom left at the corner of the table columns, a voluptuous girl sat there waiting sipping her 10th beer glass.

Somebody calls on her and when she turns, a sudden change in Nobody was noticed. His face showed sheer anger and frustration. He walked off the bar without a word.

Late that night when Somebody reached home, Nobody was waiting for him. As Somebody entered, Nobody strikes Somebody's head with the Cooking pan. While ferociously hitting Somebody, he utters words of hatred towards him for falling for his girl. Somebody in pain realizes why he is being hit, he retaliates.

Somebody quickly grabs a baseball bat and starts hitting Nobody. At this point Nobody's head is bruised badly. Mad enters the room and witnesses the beatings. He quickly calls the police, "Help!!!Somebody is Killing Nobody!!!". The police replies, "What! Are you mad!". Mad replies, "Yes!!! i am Mad, how did you know my name?"

*******************************************************************************

Creativity

"Another word for Creativity is Courage"- George Prince

Thus goes the belief that mankind has developed its surroundings to such levels,
whereby the existence of human conditions are painted by the artists of creativity.

Creativity feeds the static situation or atleast the idle mind. Ranging from different views on this, creativity is supported, dominated, suppressed, and limited. The agora of fluttering ideas and concepts are not well distributed in the modern world, given the facts of the rules of the different types of authority.

To limit the use of the human mind is to limit the life of the human race in the long run.

Peace!

What if?

What if?

What if the sun shines during night?
Will my love for you be ever bright?

What if they forget the meaning of love?
Will our love be the love of loves?

What if the sorcerer of breakups casts a spell?
Will we be strong enough to fight the spell?

What if you stray beyond our love?
Will the moments be enough to bring you back?

What if the journey of love gets bored to you?
Will there be another journey for me?

What if our love needs certain amendments?
Will you be able to make it?

What if i propose to you?
Will you accept the proposal?

What if............???