Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Multicolored illusions


If you want to expand your mind and feel something truly beautiful, genuinely feel one with the universe and feel endless infinite love towards all life within creation, spend your wealth, time and effort on the actual countless numbers of people, animals, plants and trees who are helpless and voiceless, who are suffering and dying, instead of on drugs..

And it doesn’t matter how you look, what lifestyle you have embraced, what subculture you belong to, who you think or believe you are and what you think you stand for, if you spend all the time, wealth and effort you could be using to uplift those in need, on drugs, booze, parties, places or material possessions for your own personal satisfaction, you are the same as who you claim to stand against.. It might be a different color, a different shade, but it is still the same shit..

Waking up from one dream to another is not waking up.. And you don’t have to look a certain way, act a certain way, identify yourself with or belong to a certain group, subculture or label to do the right thing.. Stop lying to yourself, to others, stop pretending to be someone you aren’t, and get real..

Don’t get me wrong, I am not perfect, but I am trying my best.. And I haven’t always been this way, haven’t always been this aware and awake, but at least now I am trying to realize and understand.. And it is a start.. And I am still transforming and growing.. It is just that it is really saddening to see so many people who can make a real difference, a meaningful change being distracted and doing nothing, because it is the worst that can happen..

Please do get offended, get pissed off, because that can lead to thinking.. And thinking can lead to meaningful transformation..



V.

Monday, February 18, 2013

The mind's eye sewn shut!


A saint, a sinner, how do you tell the difference?
You’ve twisted reality, made the lines a blur
You praise the sinners, dub them kings
Mock the redeemers, torture and kill

You judge purity by color,
greatness and nobility by wealth and power
Ridicule what is good and right,
Justify what is wrong with ego and pride

You live to let others suffer and rot
Establish mediocrity and banality
You paint illusions in the name of truth
Use freedom as bait to enslave humanity

Gray is the new color, self-interest; the new norm
Free will has a twisted new meaning,
It is the ability to bend morality as you please,
Get paid in lives, and conquer all things null and void

All that is left is agony in this land that has lost its meaning,
All that prevails is fear in this world that has banished love,
All that we are, are lost children in a colorful masquerade,
Dancing our way to the slaughter house...











V.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Within the walls of a crumbling world


I am broken and I am shattered,
But you can’t see the pieces, I believe you don’t, you can’t
You only see me as a ghost in your void
And you still try to tell me who I am, who I’m supposed to be

You can’t even see yourself, for who you really are, in the mirror,
I believe you don’t, you can’t,
You’ve refused to see the demons in disguise
You’ve convinced yourself of the pretty big lie.

Your aims, dreams and fears, merely drugs they’ve sold you,
To keep you overdosed and blind, at the cost of souls and lives,
Too bad, too sad, you’ve snuffed too much of it
Too late, too wretched, you’ve lost too much hope of freedom

You wish, you prey, you preach to the world,
Yet too scared, too alarmed, too deep in the swamp of blissful selfishness
You refuse to take action, you refuse to rise above
You puny mother fucker, wake up, make your stand
Nothing is standing in your way, but you

Accept the destiny shoved down your throat or make one of your own,
Stand by what you believe in or convince yourself you don’t,
Set your will, either choose to stand up or shut up and walk away,
Quit painting everything in a comforting grey

Do yourself a favor; quit lying, to others, to your pitiful self,
And know that your defeat was the fault of your own
Or kill the demons that they’ve chained to your soul,
Those demons that haunt you, shape you, control you,
You’ve really let those demons eat your soul to the core, for way too fucking long

You aren’t what they shape and make you be, make you believe
Its just the virus they’ve planted deep in your being, destroy
Demons can only breed within till you hold them in, let go
Shut out the ones who don’t understand, the ones who shove it down your throat

It is your future, it is everyones future,
That you are a part of, that you are held responsible of,
Open your eyes, break free your locked up mind
Know that you are strong, countless millions strong, that you are all,
Who were, who are, and who will be
Fight for your rights, for everyone’s rights, escape your cage, this prison, the downfall…






 


















 




V.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Leave me alone!

Learn the lesson of life,
You only loath the you, you see in me;
What you have in you, that I have in me,
That you love to hate

Learn the lesson of love,
You love me not knowing who I ought to be
You only love what you see in you, that I have in me, that you wish to see
But I really only am what you hate to love, that is all I’d ever be

Through the endless pages,
It is only you, all you, lost in your own story,
Trying to look through the selfishness that beats you blind
Trying to catch the dream that always slips and hides

Is it really my fault you hate me now?
Is it really my fault you fell in love?
It was always about you in your self-centered universe,
Trying to find what you set out to seek

Learn the lesson of life,
Look inside, not me, but you
Have you figured you out,
Before you can me?

Don’t pretend you want to listen,
You want to know
Don’t pretend you want to look inside,
You want to see the truth etched in my soul

You will never be able to see all my wounds
And not be in disgust
And still accept me, for who I really am,
Not for who you thought I would, I should, be

Your beauty is just the mirage
That veils your filth and ugliness inside
It is the illusion,
That tricks me, cuts me, eats me up

You probably knew all about it all along
It made you so good at using it to your advantage
Does my pain matter to you anyway?
You knew that is what made me tick, oh, how you make me sick!

You use and abuse those who believe and trust in you,
Without shedding a tear,
Without a moments regret
You are the master and you are the beast

But I like how you always love to play,
Play the master of puppets,
But you ought to know you are weak,
I’d chop both your hands off

You wear your mask and still preach to me,
Think I’d never realize, what's under that pretty face,
The same stinking flesh that I have under mine,
Same sinful thoughts, I bear in my mind

You are just crooked, as crooked as I am,
Don’t you judge me of my sins, deprive me of my pride,
You know you've never been a saint,
You know you've only been a lie, living in a lie




V.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Carnal Love…

…I say to her, close your eyes my love, see the limits fade into distant horizons as my lips touch yours soft and tender in a kiss filled with sweet, lingering warmth. As I hold her in my arms and our bodies intertwine, our being becomes one and we lose ourselves in one another, once again. Our bodies fail to chain us separate any longer and that sweet feeling runs deep, deep inside to the very core of our being, so full and so rich. Flesh binds flesh with the thread of burning lust whilst our souls remain interlaced in the mystic beauty of love.

I feel her swans caught under my chest rise with each inhale, and I move down to taste her nipples; they are as firm and erect as solid crystals and they bring the taste of sweet strawberries fresh. I feel the warmth of her every exhale and I hear her moans like sweet music in my ears. I feel her body move and shiver, with each kiss, each touch, I intend to leave no spot untouched.

I feel her lips and tongue swiftly run through every inch of my body the next second. I feel as though my body is in flames and I am about to explode, aching for her serene touch. My heart pounds heavier with each passing second and the world becomes a blur, only thoughts of her left in my mind while I chase sanity. I believe even heavens melt when love so pure comes to life, and we make love till we give birth to love itself.

And I kiss her a thousand times more all over again, wet, moist, she feels my lips. She feels my teeth sink in slowly into her chocolate brown skin and tease as I move from her neck to her toe tips. I leave untouched, the most sensitive and sacred till the end, till her mind runs wild with pouring colors and growing anticipation. My tongue gently brushes the flower above her sacred altar then, and only then, before quietly moving into the opening, and I slip in my tongue as deep as it runs. And I suck the nectar that comes pouring, every single drop that drips, her sweet flower in my mouth, in goes a finger, two, three then a fist. Her moans turn into cries and screams, but she still would not back down; she tells me she finds pleasure in pain. It drives me insane, reasons unknown even to myself, and I take my time till I know I have pushed her over the edge. And I take a moment to glance at her face, to gaze into her beautiful eyes, her smile, it is the sweetest I have ever seen, and I have to stop, I have to stop and kiss her lips, as I cannot resist, for a long sweet while.

We remain in our sweet embrace for another second before tides of aphrodisia pull us in, and the turn is hers, and she isn’t going to wait. She pushes me down to the pillow, and I don’t hesitate, instead I savor her every kiss, every lick, every bite. She touches me in a way that makes me feel as though there is electricity running through my veins. By the time she gets to where she is intending, my lips have already run dry with pleasure so intoxicating.

I feel paralyzed as I lay down there, as I feel her lips wrapped around wet and warm and her tongue running up and down, in slow gentle motion. Paradise surely must be burning with flames of carnality now, and I fail to hold in these roaring rampant impulses that scream inside. She feels the veins bursting out and the rod pulsing, and she sucks it like a tigress staved for days till there is liquid love dripping like the juice of a thousand cherries red. I pull her back and lick her from the navel up and over her throat, before she stops me with a rain of kisses. I put her on the bed, I pin her down, and she surrenders without a whisper, without a sound, we both know we are yearning for the same irresistible sin.

Passion pours in the form of sweat that drips and our bodies move so smoothly, skin caresses skin. We devour each other with our lips, teeth, tongue and finger tips. Cuffs chains and whips cannot hold us down now, we have grown far too impatient, to unwind, unleash and set our souls free. It is as when raging burning steel is shoved in snow so tender and it starts to melt; she is as wet as winter and our fluids pour as free as water, and our tongues coil together once again. While our tongues play, my raging pulsing rod reaches so far deep in her that she feels it in her womb. And I feel her every muscle wrap around so tight, welcomingly moist, I taste sweet ecstasy divine. The chamber is so filled there is no space left, it feels like she is about to tear apart. Yet I feel vulgar, I try to shove my fingers in, insanity now is only a step away.

We engage as I lie on her divine body of a goddess, then as she lays on top of me.  And before I take her from behind, our eyes lock and we gaze into each other’s souls for a long everlasting second absorbing each other into our unified being fully. Temptation drives me to pull her by the hair and she turns and sinks her teeth into my arm, till her mark I bear. And our lips tremble before they consume each other again, and she would not let go, as I would not either. She holds my lips closer to hers with her teeth, till I bite back and we both taste our blood in our mouths. And we suck every drop, till no drop is left to bleed. We are too far gone to turn back; insanity takes us in its embrace, we remain enthralled for hours till sun light fades and reappears, in sheer madness.


Every second more wild and out of control than the one before, each movement heavier, louder, passion now blends with sweet aggression to create new temptation. Our veins and nerves explode with intense sensation and rapid pounding thrusts make the bed shake making much too noise for the outsiders to hear. We cannot bear it a moment further, and the feeling grows stronger, we have both reached the zenith of this divinely pleasure. And the nectar of love gushes into fill the passage of new life, whilst we both go blind in blissful oblivion, and before we return to our senses again...









V.

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Is she you, are you her, have you heard, the tale of her...?


She has lied awake in her sorrow, in the still of the night, the still of the day,
Many a nights and many a days, only time has escaped,
She is trapped inside the same frame, she cannot break away
Emptiness has entrapped her mind

All the smiles and laughter she fakes,
The tears and screams she hides away,
Cannot heal the void inside, 
She feels forgotten, left behind

Memories of an unforgiving past,
Haunts her deep within, feeds on her fragile soul
Fear lurks in the corners of her world, now unknown
Stranger times, she has lost her mind

Voices creep out from the dark of night, whispering in her ear
She tries to cover her ears, in haste,
Though the horror never ends, not a moments escape
She wanders away in search of salvation, calm and silence, she never finds

Colors fade into black and white, 
beauty broken, twisted, and disfigured
The love she sought, has stabbed her in her broken heart, once again
Everyone who ever came has always left

All the love, all the empathy, now in vain
Betrayal chokes her virtue, as twilight turns to night and steals the light,
Stealing away the spark in her eyes,
Anger and rage rape her mind, she loses her grip,
The world keeps spinning faster and faster, round and round

Confusion, anger, pain, and sorrow,
Crush her innocence; she seeks salvation in revenge and sin,
She feels the void growing within her, ever so faster
While she drowns herself in this blackened ocean

She looks at the barren sky wide open,
Betrayal, secrets and lies shamelessly crawl about in the open
Afraid to spread her wings and fly,
She is caught in a tangled maze
Wandering only takes her to stranger lands, she cannot relate

I hope she will find again, someday,
Compassion and love, that warm her heart, in her own secret place
I hope her wounds will disappear in the sweet embrace of the light of time,
And she will run no more, and hide away

She will find the spark in her eyes,
And the smiles absent of sadness she knew as a child
She will come to life again, innocence reborn,
In her secret garden, where forever love blooms…









V.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Blood on the world’s hands…

In a world that has witnessed the existence of great human beings such as Buddha, Jesus, Mahatma Gandi, Martin Luther King, mother Theresa and Nelson Mandella it is imperative that we realize the value and importance of being selfless, giving and forgiving. We are all caught up in a tangle maze of selfish desires of our own that, as human beings, we have forgotten the importance of giving, sharing and caring. Instead we have learnt to embrace more and more greedily for just ourselves, to cherish our own lives. We have learnt to leave behind and turn away from people who have loved, cared and nurtured us through thick and thin over the years just in a heartbeat that it makes me wonder sometimes whether we have any humanity left in us at all. We blindly, endlessly chase behind lifeless materialistic things seeking our own comfort that sometimes we do not even realize that we are stealing lives away in that process. In our selfishness we lie, cheat, steal and even kill. It seems as though conscience has escaped our minds, our sense of right and wrong has died.

We are all caught up in a spiral going straight in the direction of destruction, disorder and chaos that it is important that at least now we realize the weight of the consequences of our actions. We always make everyone else an excuse for our wrong doings. We always say, “he lies, she lies, everyone else lies, so I lie too”. We always say “he is selfish, she is selfish, everyone else is selfish, and so I am selfish too, to save my own skin, to gain advantage, it is important in this time and age”. We always justify saying it is about the survival of the strongest. We always defend our wrongs saying it is just the way of survival. So each day, more people lie, more people give and take bribes, more people cheat and steal, and they even take lives. And we fail to realize that it is us, only us, who suffer through the consequences again. Look around, there are approximately 17 000 murders a year, in the US alone; that is 45 murders a day. Approximately 20 000 murders take place annually in South Africa, 30 000 murders annually in Russia, and over 40 000 murders annually in Brazil. There had been 32 000 murders recorded in India, in the year of 2007 alone. 
Moreover, nations have set out seeking power, land and wealth, always leaving behind wars that have only killed millions of people and left millions more who have had to suffer through poverty, starvation, sorrow, and loss of hope. How much clearer must it get after witnessing humanity suffer through two great world wars that have swallowed more number of lives than what we would ever learn to count in our life time? How much clearer must it get before we finally realize that in the bigger picture, the selfish decisions we make can cause suffering to a great many including ourselves? Do we even care? Do we ever even stop to think?

Furthermore, how selfish must a man become, before he becomes bold and brave to savagely play and toy around with another human’s life, another human’s future, for just a moment of pleasure? It is estimated that a woman in Africa is more likely to be raped than to be taught how to read. Approximately a woman is raped every 17 seconds in Africa, a woman is raped every 45 seconds in the US. One of every 200 women in the UK were reported as raped in 2006 alone, having a rape rate of 230 per day that year.

There had been 14 005 615 people charged for crimes in the year of 2008 in the US alone. There had been 880 000 reported crimes in 2008 in the UK.

And we must understand that as long as we keep justifying our wrong doings taking others as examples, these numbers will just continue to increase. And tomorrow might be your day, or maybe mine, to pay our dues with our lives.

A minority of people enjoy most of the resources, wealth, power and luxuries while a large majority starve and suffer; a minority have stolen the lives and dreams of a large majority. And we still collect and collect, without stopping to think that every time we try to take hold of more of what should have been shared amongst many, it makes thousands more people poor and forces hundreds more to be thieves. And we gather and collect till someone steals it all away. We collect with greed and selfishness in our hearts, as though we would own them for all eternity. We have forgotten that when the lights go out, we must leave it all behind. The path we’ve chosen does not end in paradise, it ends in our own demise. We need to open our eyes, open our minds, and see beyond our selves to cure this cancer we have designed.

We must remember, as a society, we must all reap what we have sown. It is time that we stopped this spiral heading downwards and started moving it the other direction.

They taught us this Sinhala poem when I was in grade one. Though what it said was really simple, it took me almost 15 years to understand what it really meant. It was so simple and yet so full of meaning that I was amazed how we never realize or even stop to think about any of it. It simply meant that even if a tree is filled with fruits, we must pluck only that many that we can devour, and nothing more, for those fruits are there to be enjoyed by many others too, and not just a few. Is it not amazing how far a simple thought can go? We say we think, for we exist, but do we stop to think at all, what we have been, what we have become?

What if someone says no to a bribe today instead of saying yes? What if someone tells the truth instead of a lie? What if someone spares another man’s life instead of killing? What if someone forgives another instead of raging out to harm? What if someone gives another a flower instead of a gun to kill?

A wide raging river first begins with small springs that come together, and it finds its way to the ocean and nothing can stand in its way. It has to start somewhere at some point, so why not let it be today, right here, right now? What if we can learn to be like those springs that strengthen the river instead of being mountains that try to reach higher than the others?

Maybe, just maybe, there will be a day, that we will learn to look beyond our selves. A day that everyone will speak the truth and not lie or cheat. A day that no one will give or accept a bribe. A day that everyone will learn to forgive. A day that everyone will learn to give and share, and not steal. A day that people will come forth to save a life, instead of to steal that life away. A day that people will learn to love, and not hate. If we ever learn to be selfless, we would be able to see the day, where not only the fittest, but even the weakest will survive and prosper, a day that no one will be left behind.

And we would finally be that river, finding our way to the ocean, and nothing would stand in our way. And there would be a day, after our youth is long since gone and the lines on our faces are ever so clear, that we would be able to look in the mirror with our heads up high and think to ourselves, we won, we overcame the struggle of life, we never gave up on what was good in this world, and we never died inside, we always lived, we lived as human beings, and we saved a future, for the children who’d be born tomorrow.













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