Somewhere between the past and the present.
Rests memories of broken promises, deceit and disappointments.
Deep darkest secrets and events that occured behind closed doors.
Laughter which echoes with melancholy rumbles.
Watchful eyes looking for hidden agendas.
Waiting for the prophecy of back stabbing to unfold.
Most definitely we are animals.
We are confronted with insecurities of our making.
The discomfort to witness the stimuli keeps the beast on the leash.
Truth be told.
The mutual interest built with nothing but hostility.
Suffocating the rationality of breaking all the ties.
Crashing down the intended deal.
Leaving behind a sweet taste of vengeance.
Karma arrived early.
I should probably thank you for being the wild one.
However you were nothing but a dream.
I am wide awake….your time has ended.
You only exist through the darkness
Thus you cannot be recognised explicitly
You will remain obscure like a graffiti painting on the wall.
P.S. Thank you.
As I rehabilitate from the bad omen he brought in my life, I curse the residual of pity in disguise.
I stood there motionless
Looking through open spaces,
wondering about that one unforgettable face
A face that brought up deep, wounded, painful mempries.
Dealing with the what ifs, maybes, only ifs
I realised that it was too late
I cannot not stop, pause for a moment.
I carried on reliving the past.
The chaotic, disturbing, bitter feelings are still locked in my heart.
Blamed everyone for my own mistakes,
My nind is clustered with unpleasant thoughts
Pushing me afar…alienating myself from reality.
My own numbness drugged me to sleep
Portrayed a strong character while I was slowly dying inside.
Troubled by this familiar face which suddenly lock me up in the darkness
causing me to have endless nightmares,
Remembering everything he has done
The pain he left behind
Left me broken, forced me to build a wall around myself
Can the past predetermine the future?
Why is the past keep recurring in the present?
Thoughts I’ve made peace with everything,
A single memory can exhume the wrath which is woven with worrisome feelings,
The monster always look for ways to put us on edge
superficially torture our souls with rage
forces us to alienate ourselves from reality
putting us in an utopian cage
filter our lives with great pain
then make us to become slaves within our own skins
Penetrating its sweet vengeance through our wild cravings for ecstacies.
Promising to put the mind at ease
surely the process of forgiving is never easy.
Finding the root of our anger requires time
The rise of conflict imprison us with doubts,
Slowly undressing our ego,leaving our bare soul tto experience the coldness of melancholy which is trapped within our unconscious mind.
Instead of moving forward, we feel like we are turning backwards.
Moving back in time of cruelty
What do we do to deal with this destruction?
Clotting our purest thoughts wuth confusion
One day we shall conquer the evil notives of this monster.
Its power is depended on us
Saturated with false implications.
then we are powerful beings, we can break the walls which stop us from enjoying life to the fullest.
The human need of affiliation overshadows the conception of real friendship, real relationships or real solidarity. Often our individual desires triggers irrelevant degrees of knowledge especially our knowledge about the other tends to be built on assumptions. How do we know the worth of a particular association? I have been asking myself this question for a long time and I realized that sometimes some association can be problematic because we come from different backgrounds and we have been socialized differently. The pursuit of engagement is embedded with various factors that impact the individual motives. Be careful of the superficial features that form any association. The elements which declare the success of any relations is clustered with ambiguous discourses therefore it is important to understand the purpose of any relationship you build with someone. Our lives are consumed by useless affiliations. The social media created a culture which enforces superficial relations just by one click we are now friends, one click we are business associates or even lovers. The world of technology had made us to become detached towards other human beings, lacking the real essence of reality, absorbing the anonymous phenomenon and making it customary therefore the purest form of interaction is lost. Ask yourself whether the association you have with people are worth your time and they benefit you.
life goes on with the pain from yesterday
leaving scars as the remembrance of the journey traveled,
enjoy the ride of the rocking chair
Listen to the lullaby of crashing cars,people cries,painful screams
which comfort your soul as you hear your heart beating
The vitality of the message could not be found from the speakers
You need to contribute your own connotations to the overall message
Do not dilute its significance
Deepen your thoughts, you will understand
Take a closer inspection
Finally enjoy the fruits of the greatest lesson,
Getting your ready to face your own monster which lives inside your closet.
Realization is an all or nothing game.
It can either break you or make you
Some issues are unavoidable
they exist to makes us fumble
but never let them to make you feel detached from reality.
Predictions only spoil the fun of the adventure.
Making you live inside of little boxes
Nurturing you with the veil of your comfort zone.
You are the only one who can unleash the underlying secrets of the universe
Discovery could be done alone
Although the delicacy of other hardships will push you to the core,
but who said you cannot score a goal (Player)
The desire to live happily ever after makes us trapped in fairy-tales.
Fairy tales widen your mind,strengthen your belief but it doesn’t help you to climb
the ladder to reach the peak of the mountain
It settle you down to indulge in the sweetness of the fountain.
We spend our precious time chasing dreams,
Dreams that are too far to be reached,
Convince ourselves that the little effort we make push us closer,
yet forgetting to create an action plan,
We put ourselves in little boxes
Feeling afraid to explore the underlying mystery of our comfort zone,
Waiting for the shooting star to make a wish
Forgetting that life is inevitable,
We fumble when things go on a different direction,
Forgetting that everything happen for a reason,
Forces of life push us to the edge.
Inner conflict emerge
Feeling afraid to face our fears
We conform ourselves in small spaces
Ignoring the voices inside our heads..
Who are we fooling?
The world or ourselves,
We become the slave of our shortcomings
Allowing our failure to overshadow us
living our lives with denial
forgetting that the wheels turns,
nothing stay the same.
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.
A flux of people going up about the street,
leaving behind the warmth of their bed sheet
searching for opportunities that will make their dream real,
feeling reluctant to standstill
something needs to be done,
a mission to complete.
Pave their way to reach the highest level of the ladder,
though the body is exhausted to carry one
but the soul feel oblige to achieve the goal of their misery
the fruit of their labour doesn’t come cheap,
it pays the bill,
working endlessly is a promise they willing to keep
the sweetest results of their action shall help them feed their hunger filled with greed.
They carry on like a strong human living machine,
Ensuring that they get everything they need.
They bow down to the same KING
A king which suck them dry their last penny,
Giving them false hope to salvation.
A drug given to increase their devastation,
A price paid for their misconception
A decision made with false information.