I wish I was a bird.

Birds cannot be caged for too long. They need to engage with the outside world for survival purposes. They have wings. Therefore, wings gives them the reason to fly. I know that some of you would argue that some birds don’t fly. It is worth noting that this piece of narration only consider the birds which can only fly. Flying is part of their DNA, they cannot deny the gift they have been given by God. Flying is their unique identity and it is part of their reality. I wish I was a bird. I just want to fly freely through the air, allow the air to fill my lungs, look at the world from above, appreciate the view from the upper glimpse and just get a different view for a change but I guess I cannot be a bird, I am only just a human being. Pulled down by the force of gravity and seeing the world around me from the below angle. Lately; no…..for so long I have been feeling like a caged bird. Locked around steel bars and seeing only what is placed in front of me. I couldn’t see what lies beyond the sun rays lighting up my room during the day, I couldn’t feel the chilly breeze of the late afternoon and I couldn’t see the face of the person who had placed me behind these bars. The only memory I have of him, is his scent which covered the room during feeding hours and the shadow which quickly faded through the walls during the night. I remained blinded for years. Until I decided to push myself, challenge myself even further by actually studying the unknown shadow which kept visiting me. I allowed change to torture me. As painful as it feels; I began to be actively involved in the activities happening around me. I absorbed everything and also questioned everything. This decision led me to discover so many things. Things which remained hidden for such a long time. The revelation began when I looked at my own reflection on the mirror and asked myself one question: IS IT WORTH IT? Time and time again I tried convincing
myself that the discovery journey will be less painful and remorseful if I push myself harder. Again, all of this could end if I get my freedom. I realised that I needed to break free from the cage I have been held in. This could only be achieved if I opened old wounds, revisit past memories and open doors that have been locked for such a long time. Therefore, I approached the shadow which haunted me for years. I kindly asked him to let me go, to give me the keys. Ohh hell yeah…. He was surprised that now I have the confidence to ask him because he believed that he owned me like some kind of private property. I wouldn’t survive without him but he was wrong. He didn’t know the real me so he tossed the keys to the floor, I unlocked myself out. Then I was free. You would assume that I was happy to finally get my freedom. Honestly I was happy until I found out that there’s a price to pay after I got my freedom.

I will tell you about it…someday.

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I wish I was a bird.

Birds cannot be caged for too long. They need to engage with the outside world for survival purposes. They have wings. Therefore, wings gives them the reason to fly. I know that some of you would argue that some birds don’t fly. It is worth noting that this piece of narration only consider the birds which can only fly. Flying is part of their DNA, they cannot deny the gift they have been given by God. Flying is their unique identity and it is part of their reality. I wish I was a bird. I just want to fly freely through the air, allow the air to fill my lungs, look at the world from above, appreciate the view from the upper glimpse and just get a different view for a change but I guess I cannot be a bird, I am only just a human being. Pulled down by the force of gravity and seeing the world around me from the below angle. Lately; no…..for so long I have been feeling like a caged bird. Locked around steel bars and seeing only what is placed in front of me. I couldn’t see what lies beyond the sun rays lighting up my room during the day, I couldn’t feel the chilly breeze of the late afternoon and I couldn’t see the face of the person who had placed me behind these bars. The only memory I have of him, is his scent which covered the room during feeding hours and the shadow which quickly faded through the walls during the night. I remained blinded for years. Until I decided to push myself, challenge myself even further by actually studying the unknown shadow which kept visiting me. I allowed change to torture me. As painful as it feels; I began to be actively involved in the activities happening around me. I absorbed everything and also questioned everything. This decision led me to discover so many things. Things which remained hidden for such a long time. The revelation began when I looked at my own reflection on the mirror and asked myself one question: IS IT WORTH IT? Time and time again I tried convincing
myself that the discovery journey will be less painful and remorseful if I push myself harder. Again, all of this could end if I get my freedom. I realised that I needed to break free from the cage I have been held in. This could only be achieved if I opened old wounds, revisit past memories and open doors that have been locked for such a long time. Therefore, I approached the shadow which haunted me for years. I kindly asked him to let me go, to give me the keys. Ohh hell yeah…. He was surprised that now I have the confidence to ask him because he believed that he owned me like some kind of private property. I wouldn’t survive without him but he was wrong. He didn’t know the real me so he tossed the keys to the floor, I unlocked myself out. Then I was free. You would assume that I was happy to finally get my freedom. Honestly I was happy until I found out that there’s a price to pay after I got my freedom.

I will tell you about it…someday.

Writers block

The burning desire to write forever torment your soul.
Dragged you through the ground until you admit that you are infected.
Infected with a disease which torture your silence.
Commanding thy self to stain all the blank pages with ink.
You are tired to think….tired to write
slowly rehabilitating thy self with destructions.
Refusing to the listen to the request made by the master.
Pushing afar the burning desire which forever makes you dillussional.
Leaving your soul in great hunger.
Writing is your contentment,
Dont forget the hand that feeds you.
Repressed memories banging violently unto the door of your thoughts.
Forcing you to remember the forgotten memories,
Reawakening all your human senses.
Allowing you to revive the actual ecstasy of writing,
the adrenaline rush which ooze through your blood veins.
Leading you to all sort of places.
Perfection was a taboo….seeing the imagery was very fulfilling.
You have lost the joy of peacefulness
Your thoughts are in constant turmoil.
Tell those murmuring voices inside your head to quieten down.
Making demands in order to be heard.
Keeping you restless and leaving you confused.
Taking charge, pushing, resisting until you surrender.

I AM EXPERIENCING WRITERS BLOCK….. #sad #confused #thoughts_warfare #darkest_place

Chains of infatuation

This gift of words
Carries the burden of uncertainty.
Blind-folds our eye sight with the veil of deep darkest longings
Forever haunting us until we are fully captivated,
By the sound of a beating drum from a distance,
Reawakening the dead feelings we have surpressed within our unconscious.
Beating violently,
Beckoning us to enter into the bed of roses.
The beating drum, encoding a message understood by our bodies.
Stirring memories of lost potential lover.
Pulling us closer and closer until the numbness surface.
Hearts reaching out
Charging with euphoric chemicals that burns with longing feelings.
Tormented by an unbearable hunger of lust.
Our emotions are imprisoned.
The discomfort of ignoring the nature’s call put us in pain.
Let us depart before its too late.
Lets do this walk of shame.
The rumbling thunder inside our bodies will subside with time.
Lets be wise…..and take our different paths.
Lets free ourselves from these chains of infatuation
The greed is undeserving of our precious time.
It is selfish
It is an exploiter
It will only lead us to infidelity.

Secret Admirer

He said let me peak through your nudeness.
Let me discover the beast underlying that thickness.
Allow me to end this madness,
Give me the honors to taste your sweetness.
Let my hands read your body like braille
I dont need my eye sight when I got my hands to explore the sensual narratives on your skin.
Reigniting the fire inside of you.
You are very fascinating….a mysterious species which I intend to study like an archeologist.
Just let me tease your body like an acoustic guitarist
playing a fine tune,
those eyes of yours are like a window
Let me peaked through just to see what lies beneath your shyness.
I dont mind getting lost into those eyes once again.
Lets go wherever nature lead us.
Your undying scent you left behind forever haunts me.
I still ache for your presence.
Save me from this dreadful place,
Something far more deeply is engraved through your face.
This wild ecstacy of our secret union shall lead us to a better place.
Allow me to deal with all the injustice of your past experiences.
I am not just an ordinary man.
I am an exclusive design of my maker.
My existence is very profound.
Allow me to drink water from your stream of intimacy.
Im dying of thirst.
Relax…..let me massage all your stiff muscles.
Dont think too much….just relax.
Im fully at your service.
Your are quite an adventure,
I’d like to discover all your hidden treasures.
Just let me….I promise to be tender.

my quote of the day NO.2

She traded her gift with the curse of broken promises.

P.S. Thinking of you.

My secret admirer

It’s easier when you remain unknown,
A ghost only visible to me.
You are a secret I intent to keep forever.
Though sometimes your presence is felt in public spaces.
Faceless but I can recognize you from miles away.
You left an imprint in my mind.
Reminding me about your double life.
At night you’re just a glittering star,
During the day you are the sun radiating your multifaceted nature.
You are just a scent that lingers with the wind.
Caught all my attention
My sensation…awakening the dead, forgetful memory I chose to repress.
You are just another skeleton in my closet.
Waiting to be freed from the cage I have put you in.
Get exposed while you are in hiding.
I shall hide you in my canvas
An abstract piece of art.
Priceless…your identity will remain obscure.
I just love your ambivalent nature
Sometimes cold, sometimes hot
You are my secret creation.
Just remain that way.
A code known by only me,
Your beauty I preserve can’t be shared.
You are a high profiled secret
My secret admirer.

They come with guns

They come with guns
loaded with bullets of evil intelligence,
Condemning our minds with the non-existence,
assumed to give us the life we are striving for…
Who are this people?
Making us forget our roots
shooting our brothers and sisters with their stupid ideas,
Dissolving our self-knowledge with hypnotic perceptions,
Promised us to give everlasting redemption,
Praise the Gods to give us salvation,
Loss of identity keeping us off track.
Blindfolded with the misconception of freedom
Confusion consume us,
Subconsciously living our soul bare,
Feed our emotional hunger with care,
They curse us through their breath
Their guns had robbed our integrity as a nation,
Giving us sedative pills to keep calm,
Destroying the sacredness that moves through our veins,
Killing our bloodline with their irresistible temptations
Our fabrication being ripped,tainted with their ideologies
Leaving unhealed wounds in our hearts,
Language becomes a barrier of voicing our views
We become puppets of the one we consider to be superior,
The curious mind being preoccupied with limitless questions,
Wondering about the end of battle,
the end of agony
the beginning of a journey filled with thorns
barefooted…feeling fearless to take that turn to the wilderness surrounded by vultures
the cruelty shown on their faces
shall give us peaceful dreams as we sleep on our bed
covered with the blanket of our success,
therefore freedom will not be our wish but definitely our accomplishment.

Forbidden Fruit

Leave your soul with darkest desires
pulling you closer to deception,
Perpetuated with unbearable temptations
A decision need to be made..
Experience exist to test your fate,
Your mind cannot think straight.
Hands touching,stroking
Leaving the body burning
Fragility,vulnerability sinking in…
Your pride wanting you to be virtuous,
while you cannot resist the sweetness of his castle
Lust buried deep
giving you wild dreams
the power of his magic makes you weak
releasing the numbness with his electrified hands.
his memory haunt your dreams,
leaving you longing to taste his sweet lips with a kiss,
his presence drowning you in the ocean of wild ecstasy
the darkest longing blinds you,
Making you to take a trip to your own grave,
the light shown on his face
makes you weak on your knees
You call his name through your sleep
You forget that he can easily tempt you to commit a bad deed,
He can grant you a pleasurable moment lasting for a minute,
leaving your heart with coldness
the forbidden fruit could take away your greatest happiness
never make a deal with the devil
the fruit is poisonous
walk away from the goodness that will never last for a long time,
Do not let him to use you for his victory
one day you’ll find a right place for love…
allow patience to become your revelation,
Your leap of faith shall teach you thee greatest lesson of life.