Wednesday, 2 July 2014

can we please stay weird together?
stick out of the crowd like sore thumbs,
be different,
be odd,
be the outsiders looking inside
just the two of us, our coffees and our wandering minds.
speak a language that no one else understands,
text acronyms that only we'd laugh at,
eat pizza and fries and lie in bed, watching movies with lines and names memorized as if we lived in the play.
perhaps life was never this horrible
until we poured poison into it with our own toxic minds.
"superficial connections and a lack of authentic actions"
the things we thrive on and tiresome so-called friendships
we might as well be dead or even extinct if we can't say that we are living for the good
and the better of our people and loved ones.

Monday, 30 June 2014

'We appear and we disappear. 
& we are so important to some, but we are just passing through'.
Postulating solitude while plucking guitar strings in the corner,
the fingers tremble with each pull.
The singer hums a few words that quickly dissipate into the silence
but sits effaced within the words that no loner exist,
consecrated by his actions, devitalized by its consequences.

Tuesday, 24 June 2014

“As we leave this place for the last time, some as Baker Scholars and some by the seat of our pants, we take up the work of not just making a living but of making a life. For if all we have learned here are Four Ps, and Five Forces and Six Sigma, we will prove William Faulkner right, that we labor under a curse, that we live not for love but for lust, for defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, for victories without hope, and worst of all without pity or compassion, that our griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars, that we live not from the heart but from the glands.

Saturday, 14 June 2014

winter

frozen, one thought perhaps it was better feeling cold outside than being inside and looking out of the window alone. the many lights that reminded one of how busy the city always was. how hectic lives always were. the parties, the drinking, the smoking up, the forgotten nights that woke up to messy hairs and wafts of alcoholic indigestion. laughter that almost always meant nothing, tears that became the talk of conversations between strangers who didn't know each other but needed something or someone to talk about. outside, walking on ones own, people whizzed past like machines, dashing into buildings seeking shelter from the snow. no one cared, sometimes knowing but pretending not to see to save the effort of putting on a smile or opening their mouths for a quick "hi". what they saw in the movies was nothing but false pretense and the portrayal of an idealistic society where city creatures were friendly and excited to greet one another on the streets. idealistic, but not real. sometimes just looking up at the people walking past, one saw scenes that reminded the viewer that the city was a concoction of many drugs that kept all these people addicted no matter how low the quality of life. people came and went, goodbyes often came quicker than good mornings, many became irrelevant overnight, everyone was just trying to "make it" before they soon realized that the memories quickly turned meaningless. life was tough, people changed, acted out in ways sometimes even they themselves would not understand. being in the cold, among all the commotion, violence, overly dramatic emotions and drunkedness, things stood still for a while. people cuddled under blankets and sometimes even held hands to keep each other warm. at times, some even went home together because there wasn't any way to get out of the city because of the heavy snow. and being with each other, sometimes is all they needed. 

Sunday, 27 April 2014

too good to be true, even if it was

"I miss the innocence of your kindness
I miss how you spoke words of wisdom in moments when I needed them
I miss how you never judged when emotion struck or alcohol took over
I miss how you suddenly carried my things on your shoulder even when I didn't ask you to
I miss how you stayed with me for more than an hour and even skipped class when the cash machine ate my card 
I miss how we hiked through dawn just to watch the sun rise early in the morning 
I miss how you hugged me when I started to blush after my first few drinks
I miss how you always swung your hands up in the air when we were walking home after getting intoxicated
I miss how we laughed so hard that we'd end up sitting on the ground with heads throbbing and eyes wet with tears of joy"