With Love, A Human!

Hi,

It’s been going on for a while now, but somehow my better judgment prevented me from writing this or at least from expressing my views about it. We live in a world where we’re willing to fight, hold processions, protest and even go through numerous trials in court for what we believe are our rights. What are rights? Who said we did or didn’t have them? Do I have a right to love? Do I need permission from the state to love or hurt someone? Do rights even matter after I am dead?

I never cared about homosexuality or heterosexuality or bisexuality or the whole gender preference thing as a whole for that matter. It just wasn’t that big a deal to me. Why? Because I am too focused and too busy with myself, my own growth and my goals to worry about men kissing or butt-fucking each other. Gay marriage has been legalized… let me repeat – “legalized” in the US… now how does that affect me and why is it such a big deal world over? Don’t people have something better to do? Don’t they have kids to raise, don’t they have money to make, don’t they have jobs, ambition or goals they need to fulfill? Why waste time worrying about what your neighbor does when you can use that time for something more productive?

There are tons of homeless people out there, people – huge masses of people consisting of men, women and children as a whole who die out of starvation, disease and improper treatment while those in the developed and developing countries waste time fighting for what they think are their rights! Is this some kind of sick joke? Pride, parade, love wins – where? How? Where’s this so called love when you see a homeless person begging for food and shelter? Where are these parades when a woman is mercilessly raped in a dark alley? Where is this so called pride when you cheat on your spouse? Where is the rest of the shit you claim to stand for when you actually have to uphold it?

Imagine if we pulled the flesh from our bones, would our color, race or ethnicity really matter? If we pulled out our genitals would gender be much of an issue? The things we segregate ourselves on are the barriers we’ve created ourselves. We don’t need rights or court orders; we need acceptance, from each other. Under this skin, under those muscles, behind those genitals, we’re all the same. The only divisions we see are the ones we seek out! Rather than wasting time and energy on something so meaningless, you’d be better off educating yourself, traveling or doing what you love. Focus on yourself. Let people do what they want to do as long as it doesn’t affect you, it shouldn’t bother you! If two men who are complete strangers to you kiss each other, just let them. You don’t know them and they don’t know you. It’s none of your business.

On a closing note, my standpoint on this issue (that is if it really is an issue) remains the same – I don’t care… never have and never will. While you’re out there pointing fingers, blaming, condemning, condoning, complaining, celebrating, commenting, derogating, demeaning, dividing, segregating or simply minding other people’s business, I am out there working, doing what I love, shaping my dreams and building myself!

With Love,
A Human.

Love’s Ire

A wild tempest roared within me,
uncontrollable and fierce.
It would strike all who opposed,
even close friends it pierced.

It struck hard like lightning,
on a stormy night at sea.
What I would say or do,
even I could not foresee.

It came without warning,
with no intimation or sign,
like death incarnate,
no consideration for the fallen or divine.

Like an earth shattering quake,
hurting all and me.
Like an erupting volcano,
consuming life as far as eyes could see.

It only grew with time,
exceeding all leaps and bounds.
Then came the time,
when no one else was around.

I was left alone,
with feelings that soon consumed,
my thoughts and my judgments,
acting on all that I assumed.

It was tied around my neck,
tightly, like a noose.
It was all my fault,
for I had let this anger loose.

Like a forest fire that raged on,
till everything was burned.
Only ashes remained,
and memories of love I wish returned.

It was my own emotion,
who else was to blame but me?
It all began the day she left,
and I decided to set my bitter feelings free.

Salvation’s Sin

We yearned for divinity,
like traitors after a throne,
like a murderer after a victim,
like a rapist after flesh.

We were like dogs,
wildly chasing that which didn’t make sense,
instead of understanding what we felt,
only reaching for the ideal redemption.

Holding onto pebbles on the ground,
refusing to let it slip.
Clutching it, protecting it, defending it,
like Julius with the crown.

Salvation was a far cry,
everyone wished to be one with God,
but that very notion betrays,
when selfishness and greed lurk around.

Deliverance from sins can wait,
so can all these spiritual ideologies.
To attain true transcendence,
the change must come from within.

Gaping Hole

There was a tunnel they called life,
love and friendships it would test.
We decided to take this challenge,
and put all our doubts to rest.

Standing at the entrance,
the tunnel seemed long and dark.
Hand in hand we nodded,
on this journey to embark.

The cold had us by the veins,
difficulties grew the deeper we went.
The company of friends was soothing at first,
but the camaraderie would soon be bent.

We had vowed to be together,
no matter what horrors we faced.
But our resolve soon crumbled,
when more adversity surfaced.

Some became selfish,
others we lost to desperation and fear.
The darkness consumed them all,
one by one they began to disappear.

Our friendship fell like withered leaves,
from trees that Autumn embraced.
All the memories we shared as one,
so quickly they were all erased.

I was left alone like a leper,
on a path that nearly killed me.
Walking, clawing days on end,
without a ray of light to see.

Hunger soon took its toll,
as bitter conscience slowly swayed.
No friend or loved one by my side,
my heart only felt betrayed.

After all the promises we made,
of friendship, fun, and more,
the only thing I had was me,
these delusions of attachment had to go.

I accepted deep inside,
all the things I could not change.
While they hung to desire and fear,
I could not be so deranged.

Letting go, I walked ahead,
no longer needing any friends.
If their intent was so fragile,
for them I couldn’t make amends.

The light graced me at last,
bouncing off the lush green ground.
I had finally made it out,
but no one else was around.

What did this mean?
Were they all consumed?
Had the tunnel overpowered them?
Was it more vicious than they assumed?

Was I the only one who made it?
Why weren’t they by my side?
Was it because I accepted,
all the things they chose to hide?

Want

That night, when you came to me,
you looked so elegant, you made me see.
I saw far beyond your facade,
you were burning in misery.

Watching you sleep the other day,
your beauty didn’t spare me words to say.
Overlooking your charm and warm embrace,
I only felt guilt and shame.

Your malice was so overwhelming,
it was threatening the evil in me.
Wanting to let you go, I held on,
your reflective eyes begged another night.

My intentions wouldn’t permit me to stay,
nor would yours let you leave.
Still stuck in that very moment, that place,
wanting more, wanting to go.

Reminiscences of those days still haunt the skin,
the spark on your face, the glory days.
As it began, it was over,
with the death of light, lust sparks no more.

At Long Last

Dear Rain,

Where have you been all this while? Were you lost in the fickle prayers and futile desires of mortals who yearned for your soothing touch? What delayed your return? Didn’t the winds guide you in time? Was it something else? Is it anything I can possibly understand? We’ve known each other since the beginning and yet I don’t understand you at all. I guess no matter how many times we meet, no matter how much we enjoy each other’s company, we cannot have an understanding. Yet, I’m glad you’ve arrived.

It’s been so long that I’ve forgotten what you felt like. I had forgotten how rejuvenating your presence can be. Even the smell of those nostalgic aromas you bring with you seemed like a lost dream. I longed to have a conversation with you as gentle streams of water flowed through every inch of my being. I am aware that our time together is limited to a few months and we shouldn’t waste it by pondering over bygone memories but every time we meet, I can’t help but recollect those foregone days that held a treasure of life altering experiences. With you, I have seen the most beautiful sceneries life could have shown me. When I was broken and helpless, you held my hand and assured me it was all going to be okay and as soon as you touched me, it was all okay. It is because of you that I know what freedom feels like. It is because of you that I can unleash that wild side I keep concealed for the rest of the year.

I hate how the mortals call upon you and then shun you once they’ve been in your company long enough. They’re all a bunch of selfish miscreants. They only despise you because they cannot control you and humans always fear the things they cannot control like disasters and death. Even though they all condemn you, know that my feelings for you won’t waver like theirs… I am not as capricious as they are. No matter what happens, you will always hold a special place in my heart for all that you have given me and more.

I look forward to our time together my dear friend, I look forward to better experiences, I look forward to creating fond memories, I look forward to the change our union brings, and most of all… I look forward to the birth of new life.

With Love,
The Earth

Turning Tide

She walked through sand,
as it stuck to her feet.
Head bowed,
like a gladiator after defeat.

The sun was setting,
the sea shed a crimson tide.
The night spread its blanket,
where bitter feelings could hide.

They say love triumphs,
and stays strong through thick and thin.
Then why was her heart punished,
he had burned her from within.

Her innards had turned black,
darker than the night.
Broken like a piece of glass,
she had lost her will to fight.

For the lips of another woman,
he left her in the cold rain.
No words could describe or soothe,
that immense growing pain.

She kept walking,
till the sea consumed her knee.
This world had nothing more to offer,
no hope she could see.

Waist deep in water,
further and further she would go.
She lifted her head,
as land began to slip from below.

But the sempiternal view before her,
made her take a step back.
In the silence of that moment,
she came to see what she had lacked.

The moon above the horizon,
laid for her a shimmery way.
Her gaze followed it to eternity,
she’d never yearn for the light of day.

The moon whispered a secret,
something her soul longed to hear.
“If you only accept yourself,
there’s nothing in this world to fear.”

In an instant she redeemed herself,
forgiving the mistakes of her past.
She found true love in herself,
a kind of happiness that would always last.

The silver lining showed her,
her life didn’t end with him.
For it had only begun,
from the moment she felt that warmth within.

Bijou

A man crafts a jewel from his own being,
so delicate and delightful,
radiant and poise like the sun,
but not the outcome he desired.

The jewel sparkled majestically,
as it aged with grace,
shining like a pearl in the ocean,
so the man had to lock her away.

She grew to be beautiful,
timid and secluded,
helpless like a toy,
within the shelf of a locker.

As fate would have it,
the jewel was to be sold,
to potential buyers from afar,
wolves disguised as regular folk.

Overwhelmed with joy,
as their gazes met the jewel.
Examining color and texture,
verifying her purity.

A deal is made,
under an auspicious moon,
the jewel dressed in red,
like a bull to be sacrificed.

Futile vows are recited,
before a sacred fire.
A feast is then laid,
for all invited to celebrate.

The man sold the jewel,
along with several precious stones,
for nothing in return,
a foolish exchange he’d regret.

With wide grins the jewel was taken,
to be locked in another safe.
Like a shadow in an alley,
cold, motionless and alone she lay.

When the precious stones ran out,
the wolves asked for more.
If he failed to provide,
the jewel wouldn’t be the same as before.

As they sucked his fortune dry,
he had nothing more he could give,
begging for the jewel’s safety,
his tears fell on the deaf porch of cruelty.

They dismantled her a little,
as she pleaded for her life.
But the wicked would not heed,
no one to hear her defenseless cries.

They mercilessly broke the jewel,
burning her till she turned black.
For their greed, traditions and customs,
they robbed a bright future she could’ve had.

Solitude

I remember it was my only friend,
it guided me through all my highs and lows.
Oh! Solitude stuck with me till the end,
wherever I wish to go, it follows.
Trapped in a world full of anger and hate,
redeemed by Solitude’s astringent glance
Staring at it I knew I could not wait,
and followed it to where the shadow’s dance.

The unrestrained path of darkness I chose,
engulfed in secluded serenity.
Conscience and guilt were far away from close,
crushing my deluded duality.
Sitting here enchanted by utter bliss,
this misguided world I will never miss.

Incubus

I saw lush mountains,
that lift their heads to heaven.
I overcame their might,
ever since I was eleven.

I traveled on foot,
to faraway distant lands.
Exchanging warm smiles with strangers,
and shaking their kind hands.

Running through open green fields,
cool wind blowing through my hair.
I was one with nature,
alive and happy without despair!

Even on gloomy days,
I danced in the pouring rain.
A guitar and a song,
could drive away any pain.

On one of my many voyages,
I met my fair skinned lover.
We sailed through continents,
exploring the world together.

We were blessed with two children,
who were innocent and pure.
They received the world’s affection,
as I kept them safe and secure.

Life was so beautiful,
so magical and serene.
Adventures with a perfect family,
and fond memories of all that I had seen.

But that ship was about to crash,
into shores of reality.
For God wasn’t kind,
cursing me with this abnormality.

When I opened my eyes,
my hopes of travel and adventure capsized.
Waking up from this dream to remember,
Since ten I was paralyzed.