Nothing to compare.

You need a scale to compare.
This is light, that is dark.
With vision, you dare.
Silence is roaring over there.
And you couldn’t even hear.
What is tall? What is short?
If we had nothing to compare.
You did right, I did wrong.
But who does even care?
We make context.
We give meanings.
We raise it up and bring it down.
At the end, who gets the crown?
Only standards decide.
Substandard gets sidelined.
And yet they both reach the finish line.
No winners nor losers.
They’ll make it in their own time.

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Disaster in the making.

If you do not know, if you have not experienced, if you are unsure then it is better to not propagate. It is disastrous.

My word against yours.
A sound for a sound.
Double it up.
Treble it down.
Words and more words.
Silence is leaving the space.
Taking the peace along.

A little higher. A little lower.
The pitch is changing.
The things you uttered.
Did you even hear?
But then you’d wonder…
How could you say
What you don’t
 believe?

The words with your intent,
Hitting my heart.
Out in the open,
I am defence-less.
Do I stop now? I am not lacking!
Do I take you down?
It’s a disaster in the making.

Soiled Soil.

We are because the soil is. There is a bigger picture and a smaller one like this shot I captured.

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Who knew from dirt would originate beauty!?

I do not think we appreciate the little things in life as much as we should. I do not mean little things like strangers being nice to you, or having your life under control because of important people who play various roles and get things in order for you. I am referring to much basic things, elements like the land and the sky.

One is over the head and the other below our feet. We are here not just because of circumstances, not only because of people or places. In reality, we are here because the universe is in the order each and every day. It becomes an automatic process to be living like immortals overlooking the sky above and the soil below not necessarily realising that everything is working in order to hold us in place, and much easier to take a note of the next random person or their opinions about you.

Let’s hold on to the positive events like, the trees are still giving out oxygen, or that there is no zombie apocalypse… yet (haha).

We talk about global warming and the ozone depletion and we talk about the rising sea level and decreasing coast-lines. And we have so many things planned out to mitigate the damage we caused. But do we really look at the soil or the sky as a blessing or just as another thing for us to use and exploit!? Resources that are abundant are resources too.

PS: On a funny note… Global warming sounds like a lame reason for the extinction of human race. Let’s strive for a Zombie apocalypse or AI going against humans. now that would be a cool story.

 

 

Nerve.

Moxie sounds like an antibiotic but on a serious note when you finally do get the nerve to do something, is it too late? Or is it just the right time?

Minute by minute
You came closer to me.
Seconds by seconds
Now it breaks me within.
True, It is quicker than I feel.
But why is this your drill?
When did I become this?
Parts of me I let you steal!
Had I been more (willingly) giving,
Would this be a smaller deal?
How about this time…
I Let it hurt you for real.
For once you go through
What made me shriek.
For I never had the nerve.
To show what you did.
But piece by piece
Now payback for all your deeds.
And watch me walk out (alive or dead).
One way or the other, I’ll be freed.
See me use your shackles on you.
The game is finally being played by two.

Tailoring.

The world is our oyster, but that does not mean we go around jumping from one thing to another, all the time. Sometimes what I need is not out there in the world. The world is still my oyster but does that mean that is where I stop, it is like limiting the possibilities of “I”. I mean, what the world offers is what the world has in store for me, but what I am or I can be, must not be over looked, and sadly no one else but I would be the first one to give up on myself. Unfortunately, many would relate to this.

So it becomes more like world is our oyster and we shall try to fit ourselves in what they have to offer, after all what is world? You and me and if I am not where I a want to be then I am just looking at you or them. But if everyone looked at you, we all would be you. What kind of world would that be?

We all want to be someone. When was the world even seen as an oyster, I do not think it’s always about what is out there for us, sometimes it is just about what life drags to us. As I see it, I am being made by what I get, more so by what I choose, and even more by what I do not choose. Why necessarily be them when I can take a little bit of this a little bit of that and tailor it for myself.

What we are offered and our choices based upon that might make us. But accepting and becoming part of the norm lacks the tailoring that becomes a possibility only when you deny, when you reject, and rather choose to blossom on your own or choose to watch yourself blossom – just a flip side of the same coin.

From bumble to humble.

As a tiny tot, we bumble.
We learn, we scribble.
As an adult, we fumble.
Sometimes it goes horrible.

We mature, we stumble.
Holding on to somethings.
Only to see them crumble.
But in fright we think,
We are alone in this jungle.

All of it would vanish in a blink.
Possibly without any rumble.
But the lesson is only at the brink.
As a human, we must be humble.

Making choices.

It has been a long time since I last posted and caper is the prompt for the day, what does that even mean 😛 Anyway, I made some choices and I learnt something worth sharing. So here goes…

Sometimes you make it your way.
And other times…
It helps to just call out mayday.
But which ever you choose.
You will be the one to lose.
But what is lost time,
If not an experienced life.
And if not now,
Then perhaps in a while.
You face the same cross-road.
That already had you riled.
And what stops us today…
Could cost an opportunity.
So keep away the blues.
Ask sans ‘what’ and ‘if’, and choose.
They told us, there are two paths.
They suggested, we take the unbeaten.
They forgot to mention…
It is the same destination.
We thought we chose the outcome.
Surprise, surprise! Win or lose.
It is only the journey we choose.
What kind of ride is all smooth?
Let it be bumpy.
Tell them how you capered about,
Before you fell!
You get more stories to tell.